Wen Cheng sneered. He stared at Jianchen and said, "I was still very confused that day on the stage. I did not understand why young master Gyeonshin wanted me to lose to you, a Radiant Saint Master with a one-colored soulcore. But now, I finally understand. As it turns out, you secretly begged young master Gyeonshin to help you so that you could make a name for yourself in the Radiant Saint Hall and satisfy your vanity. As a form of gratitude, you gave the Thousand Leaf Lotus to young master Gyeonshin."
"It's just that Chang Yang, I never thought you would be someone like that. Because of young master Gyeonshin, I purposefully lost to you on the stage so that you could obtain the final victory, but you wanted to keep the Thousand Leaf Lotus for yourself. You didn't fulfill your promise to young master Gyeonshin at all."
"Chang Yang, do you still have the face to continue existing in the Radiant Saint Hall for a despicable person like you?"
Towards the end, Wen Cheng's tone became stern. However, in his heart, he felt the pleasure of revenge.
He had discussed all of this with Gyeonshin long ago. In order to obtain the Thousand Leaf Lotus so that he could successfully break through in the future, Gyeonshin was basically willing to do anything.
However, Wen Cheng had always treated his defeat to Jianchen as a stain of shame that he would never be able to wash away. In the past few days, he had descended into madness. He was too ashamed to face the world. As a result, when Gyeonshin sent people to find him and told him his intentions, Wen Cheng agreed without any hesitation at all.
To him, cooperating with Gongzheng Xin to frame Jian Chen would bring him no harm at all. Instead, he would be able to find a suitable excuse to absolve himself of the humiliation he had suffered back then. He would be able to regain the dignity he had lost back then.
The Radiant Saint Masters who gathered from the surrounding mountains all became enlightened when they heard Wen Cheng's words. As they discussed among themselves, their gazes towards Jianchen all changed.
Their gazes were filled with disappointment, disdain, disdain, and even blatant mockery.
Indeed, many of them looked down on him for doing something like that.
"Wen Cheng, you're despicable. You purposefully twisted the truth and twisted the truth. The battle that day was nothing like what you said," Bai Yu called out to Wen Cheng angrily from beside Jianchen.
Unfortunately, her shout was not the slightest bit persuasive in the ears of the crowd.
"Hmph, I never thought that my Soaring Clouds Peak would have such a shameless disciple like you. You've completely disgraced the Soaring Clouds Peak. Junior sister, don't stay with a person like that." Zhuo Feng stood to one side as well, reprimanding him like a senior. He did not care about the truth of the matter. As long as there was an opportunity to humiliate Jianchen, he would not let it go. He did not care about his fellow disciples at all.
Jianchen's eyes turned cold when he heard that. He knew that Zhuo Feng was prejudiced against him. If there were no outsiders present, it would have been fine, but there were so many disciples from other peaks gathered here. At a time like this, Zhuo Feng did not consider the bigger picture and even wanted to cause internal strife with him, helping outsiders to target him. This truly angered Jianchen.
"Zhuo Feng, the person who has disgraced the Soaring Clouds Peak is you, not me. It looks like it's time for you to face up to reality," Jianchen said coldly to Zhuo Feng. He formed a seal with his hand and directly pressed it towards Zhuo Feng.
Immediately, powerful Radiant Saint Force surged, and a huge hand condensed from Radiant Saint Force that was a meter wide pressed towards Zhuo Feng with blinding light.
"This is … the Radiant Palm … I- this is impossible …" Zhuo Feng's eyes immediately narrowed to the size of the eye of the formation. Disbelief filled his face, and he immediately tried to defend himself. He directly swung out with a Radiant Sword.
However, when his Radiant Sword struck the hand of profound light, the Radiant Sword actually shattered, while the hand of profound light continued onwards without slowing down at all. It struck Zhuo Feng heavily.
Zhuo Feng immediately grunted as he staggered backwards. Every step he took left a deep footprint in the ground.
When he finally controlled his figure and stood up straight, his face had already turned livid and pale, and he was both shocked and furious in his heart, causing him to be extremely shocked.
"This is the Radiant Palm. Heavens, he has actually grasped the Radiant Palm …"
"The Radiant Palm is quite a powerful Radiant Arte. It's said that you need a three-colored soulcore at the very least to grasp it …"
"What do you know? The Radiant Palm is even more profound than you imagine it to be. Those with three-colored soulcores who can grasp the Radiant Palm are as rare as phoenix feathers. Most people can only grasp it with a four-colored soulcore …"
"What! The Radiant Palm can only be grasped with a four-colored soulcore, yet Chang Yang can use it with a one-colored soulcore. Heavens, this is just too shocking … "
"I can't believe this is real …"
.....
Not only did Jianchen's Radiant Palm completely stun Bai Yu, but even the Radiant Saint Masters who had come from other peaks struggled to remain calm. They all cried out as they stared at Jianchen like they were looking at a monster.
Wen Cheng's face had become extremely sunken as well. Hatred and jealousy coexisted in his eyes.
Now, he was forced to accept a cruel reality. In just a few short weeks, Jianchen's strength had increased by an extremely obvious amount.
At the very least, he still had not truly grasped the Radiant Palm.
"This Chang Yang really hasn't disappointed me. His talent really is monstrous. He's actually comprehended the Radiant Artes so quickly. I just wonder if he has gained a basic grasp of the other Radiant Artes I've taught him," Jian Chen thought. At the top of the Soaring Clouds Peak, Han Xin smiled with relief. He was becoming more and more satisfied with his disciple.
Jianchen ignored the cries in the surroundings. He looked at Zhuo Feng coldly and said, "Zhuo Feng, you should understand now. You may be the first senior brother of the Soaring Clouds Peak, but you don't have the ability to tell me what to do. You can't beat Wen Cheng, but that doesn't mean I can't beat him."
Afterwards, he ignored Zhuo Feng's ugly expression and looked at Wen Cheng. He sneered, "Wen Cheng, looks like the slap I gave you before didn't hurt at all. Why don't we have another battle in the ring? I'll show everyone whether your defeat last time was intentional or whether you were just too weak."
"However, the price for your intentional defeat was a slap in the face. That's quite the price," Jianchen mocked.
"That's right. Wen Cheng, I remember that your entire face was smashed up by second senior brother. You even fainted from anger. Could this be fake as well?" Bai Yu also spoke in a timely manner. Her face was filled with seriousness.
Wen Cheng's face paled from anger when he heard that. He immediately became furious, and his breathing became chaotic. He directly vomited blood from anger.
This matter had already cast a shadow in his heart. It was a vicious wound, as well as the greatest humiliation of his life. He was too ashamed to face anyone. Now that Jianchen and Bai Yu had mentioned it publicly, he immediately became furious.
"Chang Yang, don't you dare speak nonsense!" Wen Cheng immediately lost his composure. His face became vicious as he yelled at Jianchen crazily.
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