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Yan Zhaoge raised his palm high above his head, before flipping it over and slamming it downwards.
His movements were large, simple and heavy, not seeming fast at all, instead seeming a little slow.
However, a strange, terrifying feeling arose within the heart of the Yan He before him, as though no matter how he dodged or resisted, he would still not be able to escape from this palm of Yan Zhaoge's, his head being smashed into smithereens.
That feeling was as though the entire heavens and earth were within Yan Zhaoge's palm.
Accompanied by the flip of Yan Zhaoge's palm, the entire heavens and earth reversed, the sky smashing downwards, leaving one nowhere to run, unable to resist, only able to close their eyes and wait for death.
As this palm descended, from Yan He's perspective, Yan Zhaoge's entire person seemed to have grown much taller, resembling a descending divinity.
A majestic, vast power enveloped Yan He's entire body, the majestic, heavy aura-qi directly locking down the surrounding space, with Yan He at its centre, space itself seemingly collapsing.
One of Broad Creed Mountain's Three Supreme Arts, Heavenly Broad Creed Palm!
As this palm descended, it was as though the heavens were collapsing!
Yan He forcibly raised his spirits, resisting the suppression and destruction of this palm-intent of Yan Zhaoge's towards his mind, a hand unconsciously rising.
He was confident that with his cultivation base as a mid Spirit Vessel Martial Grandmaster, he would not be defeated by Yan Zhaoge so easily.
With the Dim Cold Miasma temporarily sealing all of Yan Zhaoge's treasures, he had a chance …
Before he had finished his thoughts, Yan Zhaoge's palm had already descended, landing on Yan He's palm.
Without the slightest obstruction, from his palm, the bones of Yan He's entire body began to shatter!
He stared, only to discover that he was completely powerless to resist, as though he was nothing more than a speck of dust after the sky had collapsed!
Looking calmly at Yan He, Yan Zhaoge said mildly, "I have quite a few treasures on me, which seems to cause people to somewhat overlook my personal strength. My current cultivation base is still rather low, but in terms of cultivation base, if you want to assassinate me, at least you are still far from it."
With Yan He's strength, while he was a mid Spirit Vessel Martial Grandmaster, as long as he was a core, direct disciple of a Sacred Ground, any early Spirit Vessel Martial Scholar would have the ability to surpass levels and defeat him.
Yan Zhaoge had virtually swept through all the geniuses of the six great Sacred Grounds. Martial Yan He was a Martial Grandmaster of a Sacred Ground. Even though he had just stepped into the Martial Grandmaster realm, he was a Martial, it would also be.
Even if Yan He launched a sneak attack, it wouldn't change the outcome!
Yan He's expression was ashen, and his gaze was slack.
Yan Zhaoge was already no longer looking at him, instead looking at that box which contained the Dim Cold Miasma.
At this moment, the cold air had already dissipated. Originally, it was only to buy a sliver of time for the assassination, but now it had already become a fleeting cloud.
On the other side, Yan Wendao was also being suppressed by Yan Wenzhen. His defeat was imminent. With the Yan Family Ancestral Mansion's Grand Protective Formation, it was impossible for him to escape.
Those who could fight for it were either killed on the spot or captured alive.
Looking at Yan Zhaoge, the crowd of Yan Family martial practitioners all vaguely felt shocked.
A Martial Grandmaster ah! Ever since Yan Zhaoge's father, Yan Di, there had never been a Martial Grandmaster below the age of twenty five in this world, until this Yan Zhaoge before them!
Over the past two years, Yan Zhaoge's meteoric rise had been even more exaggerated than that of his father, Yan Di.
With his Martial Scholar cultivation, in a Sacred Ground like Broad Creed Mountain, he held the authority of a First Seat Elder, his authority and position vaguely above the leaders of all first-rate powers in this world.
From ancient times till now, how many people could there be?
Yan Zhaoge had not returned to the Yan Family Ancestral Mansion in Yunzhen County these past few years, to the point that the Yan Family always felt that his achievements were a little illusory.
There were many things that people had not seen with their own eyes, only having heard the rumours, and thus placing less importance on them.
And seeing Yan Zhaoge for real today, it had a huge impact on everyone, causing even Yan Di's supporters like Yan Wenzhen to be rendered somewhat speechless.
Yan Zhaoge was already no longer concerned about Yan Wendao and the others. After nodding towards Yan Wenzhen and the others, he raised his head to look at the sky, "It's not as impressive as the plan of Yao Shan and the others in the great desert. It feels more like a personal plan of Yan Wendao and Yan He."
"Then, for the Nine Underworlds and the Decimating Abyss, where is the true killing blow?"
While they were separated by many courtyards, Yan Zhaoge still swivelled his head to look towards the northeast, in the direction of Broad Creed Mountain.
… …
The old Clan Chief Yuan Zhengfeng had already been in secluded cultivation for many days. Currently, Broad Creed Mountain was in an orderly state, everyone seemingly already used to the days when the old Clan Chief was in secluded cultivation and Yan Di was managing things on his behalf.
Everything seemed no different from how it had been in the past.
But actually, Broad Creed Mountain was tight on the inside, the higher echelon experts on the alert at all times, and even the middle and lower echelon martial practitioners could feel that the atmosphere was different from before.
Ending his cultivation, Xue Fei walked out of his residence, raising his head to look at the sky.
Today was not as sunny as usual, being a cloudy day. However, it did not give one a cool feeling, instead feeling a little stuffy and hot.
In the region of Broad Creed Mountain, the sky above was filled densely with dark clouds, causing one's mood to be a little stifling.
Xue Fei knit his brows slightly, calming his heart as he strolled amidst the forest.
Along the way, some of his fellow disciples saw him, bowing, "Senior apprentice-brother Xu."
Xue Fei nodded in return. As he walked, Xue Fei's footsteps suddenly slowed as he looked towards the side of the road.
There stood a white-clothed young girl clothed in a blue robe, currently gazing into the depths of the forest with a worried expression on her face.
Xue Fei recognised this young girl as well. She was an elite disciple of the same generation as him. While she was not a core, direct disciple, she was still highly regarded by the clan, having been heavily groomed.
The girl was much younger than Xue Fei, roughly the same age as Yan Zhaoge.
The reason why she had drawn Xue Fei's attention was that, as far as he knew, this junior apprentice-sister Wang was rather close to Lu Wen.
Lu Wen might still view her as a fellow disciple and junior apprentice-sister, but junior apprentice-sister Wang rather admired Lu Wen.
And at this moment, the direction she was gazing in was precisely where Lu Wen was in secluded cultivation.
Xue Fei knit his brows. If he was not wrong, Lu Wen had already been in secluded cultivation for a rather long time.
"Junior apprentice-sister Wang is waiting for junior apprentice-brother Lu?" Xue Fei asked. Regaining her wits, junior apprentice-sister Wang hurriedly answered, "Senior apprentice-brother Xu, senior apprentice-brother Lu has already been in secluded cultivation for over a year, almost two!"
Hearing this, Xue Fei thought, "Ever since losing to junior apprentice-brother Yan, he has always been in secluded cultivation, not having left at all …"
Xue Fei and Lu Wen were not very familiar with each other. The other could not bear to see him indulging in wine, and he also did not have much in common with Lu Wen. Therefore, they kept a respectful distance from each other.
Xue Fei also knew that Lu Wen was proud and arrogant, but hearing that Lu Wen was currently in a state of distress, Xue Fei could not help but feel a little worried.
Especially with the matters of the Nine Underworlds and the Decimating Abyss having arisen in recent years.
While Xue Fei was a little worried, he did not show it on his face, instead consoling junior apprentice-sister Wang, "Relax, junior apprentice-brother Lu might be able to shock the world with a single brilliant feat this time, even after three years of seclusion."
After consoling junior apprentice-sister Wang, Xue Fei did not leave, instead sucking in a deep breath, walking into the forest.
A sealed stone room built against the mountain appeared before Xue Fei's eyes. (To be continued.)
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