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I did see it in Chapter 318.
He wanted to fight back, but Chen's offensive was too fierce, giving him no chance at all.
The two figures clashed rapidly in the hall, the sounds of fists and feet colliding echoing incessantly. Occasionally, the aftershocks of their force would spread out, causing dust to fall from the walls of the hall.
Di Lin stood to the side, watching quietly with his eyes narrowed.
Dust's strength was far greater than he had imagined.
The more they fought the comet, the more frightened they became.
He could sense that the power of the dust was constantly increasing, as if there were no limits.
However, his physical strength was rapidly depleting, and the wound on his left arm began to ache, affecting his performance.
This can't go on any longer.
Hui's eyes hardened, and he suddenly took several steps back.
Wisps of crimson mist emerged from the void, quickly condensing into sharp, long spikes that hovered around him.
"go with!"
With a low shout, Hui unleashed a barrage of crimson spikes that rained down on Chen.
With this attack, he used the power of the Blood Demon.
Chen's eyes sharpened, and he dared not be careless. He quickly moved his hands in front of his chest, and a golden light shield instantly condensed in front of him.
The crimson spikes struck the light shield, producing a series of crisp sounds and sparks flying everywhere.
The light shield fluctuated violently, but eventually stabilized and blocked all the long spikes.
Hui's face turned pale, clearly indicating that this attack had consumed a lot of his strength.
But Chen was completely unharmed.
He deactivated the light shield, slowly walked towards the comet, and said in an icy voice, "Is that all you've got?"
Comet gritted his teeth, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.
He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood. As he did so, the surrounding air began to fluctuate violently, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.
Di Lin frowned and subconsciously took a half step back.
He could sense that Comet was preparing an extremely dangerous move.
Chen stopped in his tracks, looking at Hui with a serious expression.
The next second, Hui pushed forward with both hands.
Countless crimson mists surged from the void, transforming into a gigantic crimson hand that slammed down on Chen with an aura of annihilation.
This was Comet's all-out attack.
Wherever the blood-red palm passed, even the air was corroded, emitting a hissing sound.
The palm strike carved a deep trench into the floor of the main hall, sending stone chips flying everywhere.
Chen took a deep breath, and instead of retreating, he advanced. An invisible whirlwind suddenly rose up around him.
The whirlwind, mixed with the sand and dust, grew larger and more violent, eventually transforming into a massive tornado that enveloped him entirely.
A blood-red palm slammed down on the tornado.
A deafening explosion rang out, and the entire hall shook violently.
Smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel flew everywhere, blurring the view.
Di Lin raised his hand to brush away the dust in front of him and squinted at the center of the battlefield.
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.
Chen was still standing there, his clothes were somewhat torn, but there were no obvious injuries on his body.
Hui, however, was kneeling on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face as pale as paper, clearly suffering from serious internal injuries.
The outcome is decided.
Chen walked slowly to Hui, looking down at him with a calm and unwavering gaze.
Hui raised her head, staring intently at Chen, her eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but spat out a mouthful of blood and coughed violently.
Chen remained silent for a moment, then slowly reached out and grabbed Hui by the throat.
His fingers were long and strong, with slightly white knuckles; with just a little force, he could crush Hui's throat.
Comet's body stiffened instantly, his pupils contracted, and the fear of death made him tremble all over.
But he didn't beg for mercy; he just stared intently at Chen, as if trying to etch that face into his very bones.
Chen looked at him with a complicated expression.
After a long pause, he sighed and let go of her hand.
"Go," Chen said, his voice tinged with weariness. "From now on, never appear before me again."
Comet was stunned.
He never expected that Chen would let him go.
Based on his understanding of Chen, this guy, who was always kind to the point of being foolish, might indeed have a soft heart.
But he didn't expect Chen would actually do that.
Comet got up from the ground, clutched his throat, coughed violently a few times, and barely managed to stand.
He gave Chen a deep look, his eyes almost overflowing with resentment, but in the end, he said nothing and turned to stagger toward the entrance of the main hall.
As agreed, he lost, and Chen was free.
Chen watched his retreating figure, shook his head slightly, and turned to leave as well.
But just as he turned around, Hui, who had already reached the entrance of the main hall, suddenly flashed back with lightning speed, instantly appearing behind Chen. His right hand, with five fingers like hooks, fiercely grabbed Chen's neck.
"Watch out!" Di Lin's expression changed, and he instinctively wanted to make a move, but it was too late.
Chen's body stiffened, and he tried to resist, but Hui's fingers had already dug deep into his flesh.
"What I hate most about you is this attitude," Hui whispered in Chen's ear, her voice as cold as a venomous snake. "It's like you're some high and mighty god, pitying all living beings. You think you're a saint just because you offer a little mercy, don't you?"
Chen didn't struggle, but calmly said, "You didn't keep your promise."
"Keep your promise?" Hui scoffed. "I never said I would keep my promise. I only said that if you win, I can set you free. But now..."
He increased the pressure on his hands, and Chen's breathing immediately became difficult.
“Now, I’ve changed my mind.” Hui’s voice was full of malice. “So what if you won? You’re still my defeated opponent. I can crush you anytime I want.”
Chen's face turned slightly blue from lack of oxygen, but he remained calm, only managing to say with difficulty, "Kill me... and you won't survive either..."
"So what?" Hui sneered. "It's worth it to drag you down with me."
He raised his head and looked at the Beast God on the throne, his smile becoming increasingly cruel: "What a pity, if only the Beast God could really see this scene. He could see how his most prized disciple dies at my hands."
Dust's pupils contracted slightly.
Hui, however, thought he was scared and laughed even more wildly: "What? Now you know fear? Too late!"
He tightened his grip again, and Chen's throat bones made a "clunking" sound, as if they were about to shatter at any moment.
Di Lin could no longer hold back and took a step forward, ready to make a move.
But just then, an old and calm voice suddenly rang out in the hall.
“I did see it.”
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
Hui suddenly looked up, and the smile on his face instantly froze.
Because this sound did not come from the mouth of the beast god on the throne.
It came from the entrance of the main hall.
Hui slowly turned her head and looked towards the doorway.
There, a figure was standing, seemingly out of nowhere.
His hair and beard were all white, his face was kind, and he wore a simple white robe.
He looks exactly like the one on the throne!