Xie Yan was taken aback, but he did not refute; he also felt the same.
“Zhou Yuan, stop putting on an act!” Baili Che couldn’t help sneering, “Stop trying to show off at a time like this. If you lose, all of us will lose face!”
Zhou Yuan simply smiled. He turned to Tang Muxin and said, “Senior sister Tang, since this matter started because of me, I should be the one to end it.”
Tang Muxin’s eyes met his. His eyes were serious, and they revealed no sign that he was trying to show off, so she nodded firmly and said, “If you have the confidence, then we will leave it to you.”
“Senior sister Tang.” Baili Che frowned.
Tang Muxin waved her hand dismissively to stop Baili Che from saying anything more.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Yuan gave a cupped fist salute to Tang Muxin.
Xie Yan slowly stepped back.
So, under countless gazes, Zhou Yuan's figure slowly landed on the ground. Grasping the mottled black brush, he gently shook his hand, causing the ground to crack and move.
The black brush swept in one direction, and the snowy white hair on its tip gradually gathered, forming a flower-like tip that was incomparably sharp and glowing.
Zhou Yuan pointed the tip of the brush towards the ground, and he lifted his head to face the mass of Sacred Palace disciples opposite him. His eyes fell on Huo Tian and Zhao Jing.
The two were staring back at him with deep, and perhaps ferocious, gazes.
Their gazes, however, did not intimidate him. He instead gave a faint smile and calmly brought the tip of the brush up to point straight at them.
“I’m Zhou Yuan of the Cangxuan Sect.”
“Which of the chief disciples from the Sacred Palace are going to face me?”
Chapter 603 Thirty Percent Power
Countless eyes were fixed on the square, and when Zhou Yuan slowly lifted the brush's sharp tip and pointed to Huo Tian and Zhao Jing from afar, the atmosphere instantly grew cold and tense.
Huo Tian narrowed his eyes at Zhou Yuan then immediately smiled. “You’re that Zhou Yuan who had used unscrupulous tricks to kill Fan Yao?”
In the face of Huo Tian’s vicious slander, Zhou Yuan had no intention of explaining anything. At a time like this, what he needed to do was not to explain but to defeat the Sacred Palace chief disciples once again in front of everybody. At that time, Huo Tian's vicious slander would naturally become a joke.
So, he just looked at the two calmly and again slowly repeated, “Which one of you wants to face me? Or are you both coming together?”
Hua-----
The manor burst into an uproar, and looks of astonishment crossed many faces. Although they were unaware of Zhou Yuan’s ability, his arrogance was typical of the arrogance of youth.
Huo Tian chuckled but did not respond again. He continued to stare at Zhou Yuan with his increasingly icy cold eyes. Soon, he nodded to Zhao Jing, saying indifferently, “The youngsters do not know the immensity of the sky. We should teach him a little lesson, and remember to crush his chin, hands and feet.
“Since he damaged the reputation of my Sacred Palace, he naturally has to pay the price.”
Zhao Jing’s lips curved in an evil grin as he slowly strode forward, his every step causing the ground beneath his feet to crack and tremble. The surface of his skin glowed with a bright radiance, and it was obvious that he had cultivated his physical body.
He stood sloppily in front of Zhou Yuan, a fierce glint flickering in his eyes, and slowly folded in his fingers to make a fist. “Boy, if you had hidden like a mouse, I could have spared your life. Unfortunately, it’s too late to regret it now.”
Buzz!
As his voice faded, his body gradually expanded, and black light covered his skin. As each muscle vibrated, a tremendous strength burst forth, producing a loud boom in the air.
Many gazes turned solemn when they sensed an oppressive force slowly being released that enveloped the whole courtyard.
Zhao Jing was from the Underground Sacred Hall of the Sacred Palace, which, like the Hongya Peak of the Cangxuan Sect, mainly focused on cultivating the physical body. His physical body was extremely strong, able to move mountains and crush cities.
At this moment, Zhao Jing was like a ferocious ape.
And standing in front of him, Zhou Yuan gave off an ordinary and mediocre feeling, as if Zhao Jing could destroy Zhou Yuan with one punch.
Countless gazes were gathered in the courtyard, fixed on the two figures standing opposite each other.
Even the sound of the wind seemed to have stopped.
Boom!
The silence only lasted a few seconds. A violent imposing force erupted from Zhao Jing’s body. His face twisted into a fierce expression while he set his foot forward, causing the ground below to crack.
His figure burst out like a bullet, his speed so quick he created loud booming sound waves as he passed.
With his hand tightly clenched, he slammed his fist out with so much force that even the air trembled slightly.
Looking at the figure shooting out, Zhou Yuan’s body grew fainter and blurred before he drifted back. He flicked his sleeve and sent a torrent of Genesis Qi roaring out.
Bang!
Zhao Jing’s fist struck, directly exploding the torrent of Genesis Qi.
A grin spread across his face as he looked at Zhou Yuan, who had chosen to dodge in the end. With the stamp of his foot, his speed instantly rose dramatically. He left behind a trace of his shadow as he reappeared behind Zhou Yuan amidst gasps of astonishment.
“Die!”
He grinned evilly as his fist blasted out, directly aiming for Zhou Yuan's head.
Zhou Yuan darted a glance behind him and, clenching his hand into a fist, threw out a punch. As he punched out, his skin flashed with a jade colour, and a silvery light bloomed within his bones.
Boom!
The two fists met head on, causing a violent force to erupt and the ground to rumble and crack. The destructive power of the collision was too terrifying.
All eyes on the courtyard were filled with astonishment because they saw that the two figures were not moving!
For Zhao Jing, they were not surprised. After all, he was incredibly strong, and his physical body had been cultivated to an extremely fierce and tough state. But what surprised them was that Zhou Yuan had successfully withstood Zhao Jing’s attack.
“Interesting, it turns out that you've also cultivated your physical body.” Zhao Jing studied the jade light blooming across Zhou Yuan’s body, and he was slightly surprised. But soon the fierce look in his eyes grew even more intense. “Good, I tore off an arm of your Hongya Peak chief disciple. I would like to see how long you can persevere?!”
Boom!
When his voice died away, the black light flowing around his body grew darker. The next moment, his two fists blasted out like a rainstorm, transforming into countless fists. Each one contained an extremely terrifying power.
Boom!
The fists rumbled and roared, leaving deep marks across the ground.
Such an offensive made all the experts feel their hair standing on end.
Numerous fist shadows rapidly enlarged in front of Zhou Yuan’s eyes, but he stayed calm and composed. The jade light surrounding his body intensified, and the silvery light from within his bones shot out, twisting and twining with the jade light.
He thrust out his palm, which similarly transformed into countless palm shadows. However, it was not as violent and frantic as Zhao Jing’s fists, and it instead radiated an understated calm.
Boom! Boom!
As they drew closer, the fists and palms collided and sent out shock wave upon shock wave, causing the air to shake violently.
Countless eyes were fixed on the duel between the two. From the momentum, it appeared that Zhao Jing occupied the absolute upper hand. His offensive was like a torrential rain or a massive wave.
And Zhou Yuan was a little boat in the middle of a stormy sea, in dan
ger of capsizing any moment. But what surprised everybody was that Zhou Yuan was able to resolve each danger at every critical moment.
From what they had observed, however, they were able to feel that Zhou Yuan was indeed pretty strong. Since he could withstand Zhao Jing for such a long period of time, it was perhaps possible for him to have killed Fan Yao.
Boom!
It was another fierce collision.
Zhou Yuan and Zhao Jing were both sent reeling back.
Huo Tian’s face darkened. “Zhao Jing, stop playing around!”
What he needed was for Zhao Jing to completely crush Zhou Yuan, not weigh how much strength Zhou Yuan actually had.
Zhao Jing twisted his neck and grinned. “That boy's physical body is not bad. It is rare to meet someone who can withstand my attacks.”
But he also knew that now wasn’t the time to test Zhou Yuan’s strength. He cast a fierce glance at Zhou Yuan and said, “Boy, just now I did not even use 60% of my strength.”
Zhou Yuan laughed, “I was just thinking why it was so soft like a woman's fist.”
A wave of killing intent flashed across Zhao Jing’s eyes as he clasped his hands together. The next moment, a current of black air crept out from his flesh and blood, and his skin began to take on a black, iron-like color. His palms became large, and his black nails grew piercingly sharp.
His already tall body expanded again, growing to the size of a ten metre giant.
“Roar!”
He lifted his head and roared skywards, banging his fists against his chest and making clattering noises that resembled metal striking metal.
A terrifying fiendish aura spread out from within his body.
At the back, Tang Muxin and the others all had a change of expression. Chief disciple Chen Ze of the Hongya Peak wore a solemn expression. “This is the Ape Demon technique of the Sacred Palace! It's incredibly powerful! That Zhao Jing is going all out.”
Tang Muxin and others revealed a trace of worry in their eyes upon hearing this.
Zhou Yuan looked at the ape-like Zhao Jing, but there was not the slightest nervousness on his face. Zhao Jing was indeed strong, and if he hadn’t made a breakthrough to the golden blood stage, it might have taken some effort to defeat him.
But unfortunately there was no if.
Zhou Yuan drew a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and muttered, “But do you know that I only used 30% of my power?”
The drop of golden blood in Zhou Yuan’s heart started to vibrate slightly.
Countless golden veins branched through his body, fusing with his flesh and blood.
The moment Zhou Yuan's eyes sprang open, there was golden light glowing within them.
“Next, I will let you see the true physical power of the Cangxuan Sect.”
Chapter 604 Guardian Asura
Roar!
On the chaotic courtyard, Zhao Jing lifted his head skyward and roared. Black light wrapped around his body, making him appear as if he was made of an indestructible, black metal.
The present Zhao Jing was an ape monster.
That fiendish and ruthless aura he exuded was enough to send one’s heart pounding with fear.
At this moment, even Zuoqiu Qingyu and the others had a look of nervousness in their eyes. The present Zhao Jing was far too terrifying.
Chief disciple Liu Fu of the Heavenly Ghost Sect immediately shot a glance at Zuoqiu Qingyu and sneered: “Zhao Yuan is decently strong to be able to force Zhao Jing to use the Ape Demon technique. Unfortunately for him, the price he needs to pay for forcing Zhao Jing's hand is his life.”
The other chief disciples present were all watching the scene with solemn faces. They knew clearly that they wouldn’t be able to withstand such attacks if they were instead the ones standing in front of Zhao Jing.
The chief disciple ranked second in the Sacred Palace indeed lived up to his reputation.
Boom!
Under the serious looks of countless people, Zhao Jing locked his vicious eyes on Zhou Yuan. This time, he no longer uttered a word. The corner of his mouth curved upwards, revealing an increasingly sinister smile.
“Boom!”
Zhao Jing crouched down slightly and suddenly stomped his feet against the ground, forming a gigantic crack beneath him as he soared upward. His figure, like the ancient ape demon that pounced on the dragon, shrouded Zhou Yuan with his shadow.
“Ape demon’s arm!”
A long hiss rang out, and a black light wrapped around Zhao Jing's right arm. His arm was even growing strands of black hair, and it had, in that instant, turned into a thick ape's arm.
Boom!
A fist blasted out, tearing a huge chasm through the courtyard.
The punch's shadow directly enveloped Zhou Yuan.
The level of ferocity had reached a point where it could not be any fiercer.
In the face of such a terrifying punch, Tang Muxin's and the others’ countenances changed dramatically. Genesis Qi surged from their bodies; they were preparing to lend aid.
While those countless eyes were wide with shock and horror because of Zhao Jing’s destructive punch, Zhou Yuan, who was shrouded in its shadow, maintained a calm and composed demeanour.
The golden light in his eyes was part hidden, part visible. There was a faint golden light that slowly covered his skin. It was as if this light was forming an ancient golden pattern on the surface of his body.
The drop of golden blood in his heart was vibrating violently.
“Boy, get down on your knees!” Zhao Jing roared. His punch, filled with destructive power, came speeding over like a stormy torrent.
Zhou Yuan’s face was devoid of expression. He clenched his hand slowly while a golden light pattern covered his arm.
As the light spread and gradually covered the surface of his fist, an indescribable force roared within his body like an enraged dragon. It was a kind of strength he had never felt before.
The power brought about by the golden blood stage was far beyond Zhou Yuan's imagination.
Boom!
Under countless shocked gazes, Zhou Yuan thrust out his fist. He met Zhao Jing’s destructive punch head on.
“He’s looking to die!” Countless people shook their heads upon witnessing this scene.
Zhou Yuan's fist seemed rather unremarkable in comparison to Zhao Jing’s ape-like fist. They did not understand why Zhou Yuan would be so stupid as to choose to fight head on.
But it was too late to say anything.
The most likely outcome was that Zhou Yuan would be crushed into mincemeat.
Bang!
The moment the two collided, a huge shock wave erupted and frantically expanded. It sent all the slabs in the courtyard whirling into the air. The ground, layer by layer, was constantly lifted and removed.
The disciples of the Cangxuan Sect and the Sacred Palace repeatedly retreated.
If the chief disciples of all sides had not acted together at the same time, the impact of the collision could have destroyed the entire manor.
As the shock wave gradually faded, all eyes fixed on the middle of the courtyard.
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.
All eyes fell on the two figures.
The two maintained the same position as before. Their fists were touching each other, and their bodies seemed to have not moved an inch.
“Who won?” Countless eyes were staring at them. Eyebrows were drawn together in puzzlement because it seemed impossible to determine the battle's outcome based on the scene in front of them.
Hou Tian was also staring at the courtyard. He frowned slightly, similarly unclear about the situation.
“What’s the situation?” the other chief disciples beside him asked.
Huo Tian said indifferently, “Zhao Jing should have won. His punch was so powerful that even I would have needed to use a lot of effort to withstand such a strike. That Zhou Yuan is asking for death by meeting that punch head on.”
The other Sacred Pa
lace chief disciples nodded. They were equally aware of Zhao Jing’s strength.
None of them could have withstood that punch. That Zhou Yuan had to have undoubtedly died.
Tang Muxin and the others were also nervously watching the scene.
“That fool, why would he go head on against Zhao Jing!” Baili Che couldn't help but scold him through gritted teeth. If Zhou Yuan was killed, the Cangxuan Sect would be the one to lose face.
The other chief disciples didn't speak, but there was worry in their eyes.
On the pavilion, everyone was holding their breath. Even Zuoqiu Qingyu couldn’t help but clench her hands tightly. Her beautiful eyes were transfixed on the scene below, not daring to look away.
The atmosphere throughout the manor also seemed to have solidified along with the stillness of the two figures in the courtyard.
Such stillness lasted dozens of breaths.
In the center of the square, Zhou Yuan's eyelids moved slightly as he looked at the tall, ape-like figure before him. He slowly took a deep breath in through the nose.
His body was the first to move. He slowly withdrew his fist, but he did not take another glance at Zhao Jing. Instead, he brushed past Zhao Jing and headed straight towards Tang Muxin and the others.
On the other hand, Zhao Jing was still motionless.
Everybody stared at Zhou Yuan in astonishment.
“Zhao Jing, what are you doing?” Hou Tian thundered.
No one was certain as to what had happened.
“Boy, what have you done to him?” Huo Tian's gloomy eyes turned to Zhou Yuan.
Zhou Yuan halted his footsteps and spoke in a gentle voice: “It seems that the Sacred Palace's physical body technique is not as strong as I thought. So what reason do you have to laugh at my Cangxuan Sect?
“As for him?”
Zhou Yuan tilted his head slightly, his expression cold and detached. He stretched out two fingers. The next moment, a loud snap echoed across the courtyard.
Bang!
It was at that moment when he snapped his fingers that everyone was shocked to find that Zhao Jing’s thick, ape-like right arm had actually shattered into pieces!
Blood was jetting everywhere!
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