Although many disciples were infuriated, they maintained their rationality and did not rush forward.
A mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator was the first to enter the spirit arena and said coldly, "Junior Brother Su, aren't you being too arrogant? I …"
Before that person could finish, Su Zimo took two steps forward and arrived before him. Without a second word, he raised his arm and drew an arc in the air.
His fist was filled with flesh and blood as it crashed down like a gigantic seal.
"Ah!"
That person exclaimed and crushed a protection talisman hurriedly.
Su Zimo's fist smashed heavily against the barrier of the protection talisman, causing it to shake violently. Immediately after, a series of chilling sounds could be heard. Crack!
Crack! Crack!
Crack! Cracks appeared on the barrier and spread rapidly.
A Grade 2 protection talisman was shattered by a single punch from Su Zimo!
Scared out of his wits, that person jumped off the spirit arena before Su Zimo could continue punching. His eyes were filled with shock as he retreated hurriedly like a stray dog.
Another inner sect disciple grit his teeth and leaped onto the spirit arena, summoning his flying sword right away.
Two spirit lights shone on the flying sword in a bedazzling manner – it was a middle-grade flying sword.
On the other side, that person conjured a hand seal and pointed at Su Zimo's feet.
One after another, thick vines grew out of Su Zimo's feet. Like venomous snakes, they crawled up his ankles and coiled around him tightly.
The flying sword and spirit art descended at the same time in a seamless manner.
If it was anyone else, they would not be able to dodge the attack of the flying sword with their bodies restricted.
However, Su Zimo's bloodline was way too strong!
Unless it was a late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, even a spirit art released by a mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator would not be able to trap him!
Rumble!
Boom! Su Zimo's bloodline rumbled as lightning flashed. When the power of thunder struck the vines conjured by the spirit art, they were electrocuted into nothingness.
Swash!
At the same time, the flying sword descended and pierced his glabella.
Su Zimo chuckled and did not dodge. Reaching out, his palm was as soft as a tongue as it rested gently on the incoming sword, coiling and shaking it.
The flying sword obediently fell into Su Zimo's palm.
However, Su Zimo's palm was completely unscathed!
The inner disciple's jaw dropped, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
This kind of method had already exceeded his understanding.
Snatching a white blade with bare hands was just a small trick used by martial artists in the pugilistic world. It could only be used against mortals.
How could they have ever seen someone capable of snatching a Foundation Establishment cultivator's flying sword with their bare hands?
"Everyone, attack together!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
The dozen or so disciples below felt their blood boil as they jumped onto the spirit arena.
"Good, that's how it should be!"
Su Zimo laughed loudly and took a few steps forward. He directly crashed into the crowd and unleashed the power of his bloodline. With the ferocity of his unparalleled fist, he crushed his way through!
Bang bang bang bang!
Accompanied by cries of pain, the sound of fists colliding could be heard as figures fell one after another.
Many people had just entered the spirit arena and were sent down by Su Zimo before they could even stabilize themselves.
In the blink of an eye, the spirit arena was littered with people.
All defeated!
Three cultivators stood in the distance. Although they were also inner sect disciples based on their identity badges, they had extraordinary auras and were clearly different from others.
"That's Su Zimo, the number one of the four peaks last year."
"He's not weak in melee combat. However, he's not very useful."
"Yes, he won't even have a chance to get close to us," The person in the middle smiled.
"I heard that there were a few disciples with decent potential last year. Apart from Su Zimo, there's also Feng Haoyu and a beauty called Leng Rou."
"Yes, all three of them have a chance to become legacy disciples and reach our status."
"That's a story for later. Let's continue our seclusion and prepare for the sect competition."
…
When Feng Haoyu saw that, he turned and walked towards his cave abode expressionlessly.
The moment he entered and closed the door, he paused in his tracks, as though he sensed something.
"That lad's methods are terrifying. In the spirit mine of Linfeng City, more than 30 Foundation Establishment Cultivators died in his hands. There was even a late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator among them!"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded from a black figure in a corner of the cave abode.
Feng Haoyu was secretly shocked.
The disciples of the sect did not know what happened outside Linfeng City at all. Only the five peak masters and some elders who went to provide reinforcements knew.
Feng Haoyu said, "According to what you said, senior, I can't deal with him given my current methods. Furthermore, I can't kill Su Zimo in the sect. "
"Have you learned all three secret skills?" The hoarse voice sounded once more.
"Yes."
Feng Haoyu nodded.
A large part of his mission this time round was for the three secret skills of Misty Peak!
"Record them down for me."
"No," Feng Haoyu shook his head.
"Hmm?"
The moment the black figure's tone changed, the atmosphere in the cave abode turned tense with a murderous aura.
"Before learning the secret skills, Ling Yun made me swear an oath that I'm not allowed to spread them," Feng Haoyu explained, "I have no choice either."
The cave abode fell silent.
After a moment, the black figure laughed sinisterly. "Hmph, hmph, you're not allowed to spread them? Let's see how long Misty Peak can last! At that time, I'll come personally to snatch away the three secret skills! "
"What about Su Zimo and the three legacy disciples of Misty Peak?" Feng Haoyu asked again, "Su Zimo is still alright. However, the three legacy disciples live in seclusion and rarely show themselves. There's no chance for us to make a move."
The black figure pondered. "Don't act rashly lest we alert them. Before the Sect Competition, he would find a chance to capture all four of them in one fell swoop! Hmph, let's see how Misty Peak is going to participate in the sect competition this time round! "
A cold gust of wind blew and the black figure vanished from the spot, leaving Feng Haoyu's cave abode.
…
As Su Zimo had expected, no one in the inner sect came looking for trouble with him after that battle.
For the next two months, Su Zimo stayed in seclusion in his cave abode, absorbing spirit stones continuously to cultivate Ethereal Foundation Establishment and raise his cultivation realm.
Two months later, it was near the end of the year.
Su Zimo had already cultivated to the peak of early-stage Foundation Establishment and wanted to head out for a walk after a long period of silence.
His main goal was to find a secret manual on weapon refinement. Without it, Su Zimo would not be able to raise his weapon refinement skills.
No matter how high his cultivation realm was, his strength would be reduced if he could not release sword formations.
Su Zimo left silently without making a sound.
The destination of his trip was Chiyu City, an important city in the Great Zhou Dynasty where the Sky Treasure Auction House was located.
Typically, any city where cultivators gathered would have a Sky Treasure Auction House.
However, there were not many Sky Treasure Auction Houses in the Great Zhou Dynasty and Chiyu City was the closest one to Misty Peak.
Su Zimo intended to try his luck at the Sky Treasure Auction House.
Ever since the battle outside Linfeng City, he still had quite a number of spirit stones left in his storage bag and could use them.
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