The moment Yan Chutian's words came out, the entire room was shocked. They had originally thought that this young looking new disciple would think of a way to avoid the trial and use Elder Sun Yun to forcefully seize the position of Quasi-Holy Son.
But who would have thought that he would actually say such words? He actually wanted to compete with Zhao Hong to determine the ownership of the Quasi-Holy Son!
"This... Is this new disciple crazy? He actually wants to compete with Zhao Hong for the position of Quasi-Holy Son?"
"What shameless boasting. Zhao Hong is already at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage. Even if he can't compare to the Holy Son, he can still be considered a Quasi-Holy Son. He actually dares to take the initiative to compete with him?!"
"He truly does not know the immensity of heaven and earth. Does he think that with Elder Sun protecting him, he can do whatever he wants?"
"..."
"Junior Brother Yan, you …"
Zhou Yang's expression suddenly changed. After the shock, there was a deep sense of helplessness. In his opinion, it was because his new junior brother was too young. He only wanted to prove himself, and in the end, he said such words.
However, one had to know that Zhao Hong was a cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage, and was not someone a late stage Spirit Transformation cultivator like him could compare to. As a result, even if Yan Chutian could fight with the Giant Python King in his eyes, it was impossible for him to be a match for Zhao Hong.
"Junior Brother Yan is too impulsive. This way, Zhao Hong will have something on him. This matter will definitely not be easily forgotten!"
In his mind, Yan Chutian shouldn't have this kind of impulsive character. Why is it that right now ….
Even Elder Sun Yun's expression changed slightly. He looked at the youth in front of him in bewilderment, wanting to see if he was being impulsive or something else. It was just that with Yan Chutian's watertight expression, how could he see any clues?
The only people present who believed in Yan Chutian were Qiu Yu and the young girl, Zhou Qing. One trusted him almost unconditionally, while the other trusted him greatly after he risked his life to save her.
"Hahaha …!"
An ear-piercing laughter resounded after the initial shock, echoing throughout the large Steward's Hall.
After laughing for a long time, Zhao Hong slowly raised his head and looked directly at Yan Chutian with a gaze full of disdain. He really couldn't figure out what gave this fellow the courage to challenge him with just a late stage Spirit Transformation cultivation.
If it were any other time, he would definitely disdain this and would not accept the challenge. But today was different from the past because the other party had already delivered the identity of a Quasi-Holy Son to him, so how could he miss this opportunity?
"Alright, today, Senior Brother Zhao will give you the opportunity to challenge me. I can also teach you that there is always someone better than you in the sect!"
Yan Chutian gave a noncommittal smile. Ignoring the gazes of the surrounding crowd, he walked straight out of the Steward's Hall.
Seeing this, Zhao Hong coldly snorted and followed. He did not care what the other party had up his sleeve. As long as he defeated the other party in public, even if Sun Yun protected him, the position of Candidate Holy Son would definitely belong to him.
Following the actions of the two, a large group of disciples also walked out from the Management Hall. Clearly, they did not wish to miss such an unexpected fight. At this time, Sun Yun was also helpless and could only follow them out.
In this situation, the identity of the Quasi-Holy Son was no longer in his control, and he could not control it. Otherwise, it would definitely cause the anger of many disciples.
So whether or not he could obtain the identity of the Quasi-Holy Son could only depend on Yan Chutian himself.
...
Standing outside the Steward's Hall, some of the new disciples could not help but be puzzled as they looked at the two people whose cultivations were clearly not equal. And when they understood the reason, understanding appeared on their faces one after another.
"Although Elder Sun seems to be very protective of this new disciple, he is too naive to think that he can compete with Zhao Hong for the Quasi-Holy Son position!"
"Who says he isn't? It's just that this brat agreed himself. Who can he blame when he loses face?"
"Hehe … Speaking of which, this Zhao Hong is really bold. He has obviously offended Elder Sun."
"If he can obtain the identity of the Quasi-Holy Son, so what if he offends him?"
The surrounding crowd discussed animatedly. In short, this battle was already unavoidable.
Zhao Hong looked at Yan Chutian, who was several feet away. He was very curious as to why the other party dared to say the reason for competing with him for the Quasi-Holy Son position. Could it be that he was really too young and impulsive?
But soon, it did not matter. No matter what, as long as he defeated Zhao Hong, the identity of the Quasi-Holy Son would be his!
Thus, in the next instant, Zhao Hong did not hold back. His right foot lightly stepped on the ground and his body shot out like a cheetah. His right palm turned into a blade, and Spiritual Energy surged on it. As it slashed down, it cut through the air and let out a sharp whistling sound.
Facing Zhao Hong's attack, Yan Chutian did not bat an eyelid. Just as the attack was about to land, both of his hands suddenly turned into palms and fiercely slapped out, fiercely colliding with the sharp hand blade.
"Bang bang!"
As the attacks collided, a dull sound spread out. Looking over, Yan Chutian clearly took a few steps back, while Zhao Hong landed on the ground with a calm expression.
"Tsk tsk … You do have some strength."
After the attack, Zhao Hong indifferently muttered. He could see that the other party was indeed different from a cultivator at the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. If a normal cultivator received his attack, even if they were not injured, they would still be in a sorry state. However, this guy only took a few steps back.
However, if he wanted to snatch the Quasi-Holy Son position from him like this, then he was looking down on Zhao Hong too much. He had yet to truly display the power of the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm!
With a sneer on his face, Zhao Hong once again shot out explosively, the blade in his hand continuously slashing down. Every strike carried a terrifying tearing force, stacked together like a dense net, covering the sky and covering the earth as it descended.
Not to mention a late stage Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator, even a peak Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator might not be able to block this kind of attack.
Because of this situation, many of the surrounding disciples began to talk. "I'm afraid the outcome will be revealed under Zhao Hong's attack. Zhao Hong is at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm and is not something a late stage Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator can compare to."
"What a pity. Speaking of which, this new disciple has some areas that surpass cultivators of the same level. However, he is too arrogant to compare himself to Zhao Hong."
"It seems like the Quasi-Holy Son position will fall into Zhao Hong's hands!"
"Boom!"
The dense net of blade Qi descended and rumbling sounds continuously rang out. It lasted for several breaths of time before stopping. At this moment, Zhao Hong's face revealed a joyful smile. The Quasi-Holy Son position would finally belong to him.
Immediately after, without waiting for the scene to become clear, he turned around and faced Sun Yun.
"Elder Sun Yun, it seems like the Quasi-Holy Son position is still …"
However, before Zhao Hong finished speaking, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded out. Although the voice was soft, it was incomparably loud at this moment. Especially when it stopped in Zhao Hong's ears, it was like thunder.
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