Xiao Chen smiled faintly and said, "Wan Feng, is this what you meant by 'extraordinary'? You are only so-so. I really do not see any improvement aside from your cultivation. "
"Damn it!"
After being mocked by Xiao Chen, Wan Feng felt even more frustrated. He shouted and circulated all the Quintessence in his body. The surrounding temperature plummeted, forming a terrifying cold current.
"Great Icy Palm!"
A cold wind blew, and all the cold currents suddenly converged together, forming a giant ice palm. The palm was densely covered in veined patterns.
The icy palm appeared too quickly, as if it had suddenly grown out of thin air. It grabbed Xiao Chen tightly in an instant.
Wan Feng's complexion paled somewhat. He laughed loudly and said, "Let's see how you are going to continue being arrogant. I will squish you to death!"
The sudden change in the situation stunned everyone. Gong Yangyu and Yue Chenxi could not resist the urge to fly up.
Under Wan Feng's control, the huge icy palm grabbed Xiao Chen tightly. The cold Qi contained a vast force, trying to squish Xiao Chen into a meat patty.
Xiao Chen felt the force in the palm and did not mind it. He had already cultivated the Firmament Body Tempering Art to the seventh layer. Now, his physical body was as strong as an early-ranked Sage Body.
If it were another Martial Monarch of the same cultivation, they would have suffered internal injuries if Xiao Chen grabbed them like this. The immense pressure would have crushed their internal organs.
However, Xiao Chen's physical body was already so horrifying. How could he still feel fear? His Qi and blood surged, dispelling the cold. Then, he clenched his fists and opened the twelve acupoints on his arms.
"Break!"
A surging power burst out, and the ice palm shattered with a loud bang, turning into huge ice shards that scattered on the stage with loud banging sounds.
Wan Feng vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. His complexion was pale, devoid of blood.
When Xiao Chen felt the icy flower chasing after him open its mouth to bite at him again, he could not be bothered to dodge. He turned around and stabbed the flower bud with his saber.
Xiao Chen secretly unleashed his Great Perfection saber intent, and the ice flower bud immediately shattered, its roots breaking.
Wan Feng, who was on the ground, looked at Xiao Chen, who stood in the air. The light in his eyes dimmed, and he appeared extremely dispirited. Two months ago, Xiao Chen's strength had been about the same as his.
If not for that Heaven Ranked Martial Technique, it would have been hard to say who would have won. However, after two months, Xiao Chen's growth in the Kunlun Realm had rapidly surpassed Xiao Chen, leaving him far behind.
Seeing Xiao Chen emerge victorious, Gong Yangyu and Yue Chenxi relaxed, revealing faint smiles on their faces.
At the side of the arena, Bai Wuxue, who had been watching the competition, did not show any change in his expression. He said indifferently, "Indeed, it is like that. No wonder Master wanted me to do it. If I don't kill this person, Little Junior Brother will develop a Demonic Barrier in his heart."
Great Frozen Palm Print!
The strongest disciple of the Extreme Yin Sect, Bai Wuxue, silently made his move. A huge, icy palm descended from the sky, smashing towards Xiao Chen at lightning speed.
This palm strike was very secretive. By the time Xiao Chen discovered it, it was already above his head. In the next moment, it would land on his body.
There was also some unusual Yin-attributed Qi in the icy palm. It was also a Great Frozen Palm Print, but it was several times stronger than Wan Feng's.
Xiao Chen did not have time to think. He rolled on the ground. "Boom!" A loud sound rang out, and a deep pit appeared where Xiao Chen had been standing.
The hard arena immediately shattered under this palm strike. A surging shock wave surged out, blasting Xiao Chen, who had not rolled far, into the sky.
"Hey!"
Bai Wuxue was somewhat surprised. Unexpectedly, he did not manage to kill Xiao Chen with this palm strike; he managed to dodge it.
"In that case, I'll send out another palm strike!"
The moment this thought appeared in Bai Wuxue's mind, another bright, icy palm appeared in the air, heading for the flying Xiao Chen.
It was so fast that no one present could sense it. Even if they wanted to stop it, it would be too late.
The huge icy palm that appeared in the air was like an ice mountain. Not only did it contain a boundless chill, but it also contained an unparalleled force.
That was the horrifying force of a half-Sage using Quintessence. Xiao Chen's cultivation was much weaker than his.
The situation was dire. Xiao Chen, who had just been knocked back by the shock wave, did not have time to think when he saw another icy palm flying at him. He gathered all his remaining Vital Qi and crossed his arms.
A dragon roared and a tiger roared, materializing the stance of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. He could only clash head-on with this move.
"Bang!"
Xiao Chen flew back, and blood leaked out of a corner of his lips as he flew back like a kite.
Bai Wuxue was somewhat stunned. The might of the Great Icy Palm was equal to a Heaven Ranked Martial Technique. Unexpectedly, he failed to kill Xiao Chen with it.
Bai Wuxue's Quintessence surged, raising his strength from fifty percent to seventy percent. The cold Qi in the air surged and formed an even larger icy palm, pressing towards Xiao Chen.
The huge palm happened to appear above Xiao Chen's head, forming out of nowhere. It did not give Xiao Chen any chance to dodge, directly encasing him.
"Ka ca!"
Just as Xiao Chen prepared to execute the Taiji Yinyang Flame Diagram, the huge icy palm pressing down like an ice mountain suddenly shattered, turning into ice shards flying everywhere.
Xiao Chen looked up and saw a purple-clad girl holding a purple bow on the Profound Sun Bird in the distance. She had a stern and stern expression as she stood proudly. A faint light drifted around her.
Shui Lingling's eyes turned cold as she drew back the bowstring and fired another arrow at Bai Wuxue.
"Hu chi!"
A fiery light streaked across the sky like a meteor, disappearing in the blink of an eye. It was so fast that no one could keep track of it even with their eyes wide open.
A grave expression appeared on Bai Wuxue's previously calm face. He quickly formed hand seals, and the surrounding cold wind howled, forming a whirlwind barrier of wind and snow in front of him.
The fiery light formed by the arrow collided with it with a bang, producing a world-shaking sound. The entire summit of Giant Sword Peak shook violently.
A boundless shock wave surged out, knocking away the surrounding disciples.
A purple light flickered, and Shui Lingling landed on the arena. She said to Bai Wuxue, "Bai Wuxue, have you forgotten where this is? How dare you kill a disciple of our Haotian Sect in front of us?"
The wind and snow scattered, and Bai Wuxue smiled gently. "Naturally, I have not forgotten. This is Giant Sword Peak. As long as I ring the combat bell, I can challenge any disciple of your Haotian Sect."
Someone turned their head and saw that the ancient combat bell had started swinging left and right at some point in time. However, strangely enough, it did not make any sound.
"Hey, this bell seems to be broken. Unexpectedly, it cannot make any sound," Bai Wuxue said in an exaggerated manner, pretending to be extremely shocked.
"However, no matter what, the combat bell has already rung. Shui Lingling, you had best step aside. Unless this person admits defeat or is killed by me, according to the rules, you cannot appear in the arena," Bai Wuxue said unhurriedly.
He had anticipated such a situation long ago. He stood upright with his hands behind his back and looked at Shui Lingling unhurriedly.
Shui Lingling's expression changed. She had not expected Bai Wuxue to be so difficult to deal with. He had blocked all the words she wanted to say.
"Ha ha ha! I was just joking. I really disdain killing such a person. Xiao Chen, I will spare your life. My Junior Brother will come and take it personally."
Bai Wuxue was temperamental. He did not care about Xiao Chen at all. Suddenly, he laughed loudly and quickly left with Wan Feng.
"Second Senior Brother, why did you let that brat off? That was such a good opportunity earlier," Wan Feng asked, feeling extremely confused.
Bai Wuxue said indifferently, "There were no more opportunities. That brat managed to dodge the two best opportunities. Now that Shui Lingling appeared, do you think she will just watch as I beat that brat to death?"
Xiao Chen's expression turned sullen. As he watched Bai Wuxue leave, he burned all the remaining Vital Qi in his body.
Xiao Chen's blood surged and flowed like a surging river. The sovereign's aura hidden in the Monarch Blood Grass spread out, and his aura soared.
Azure smoke rose from the Tianmen Acupoint on his head and rushed into the sky. After the Firmament Body Tempering Art advanced to the seventh layer, this was the first time Xiao Chen burned all his Vital Qi without holding anything back.
Green smoke drifted in the air, and a green flame quickly spread out. The blue sky was instantly burned into a green color. Layers upon layers of flames surged out, and dragon roars surged out without end.
Bai Wuxue, who was moving quickly, suddenly stopped in the air. His expression turned grave as he threw a palm strike at the sky without any warning.
Bai Wuxue's palm was as transparent as ice, flickering with a cold light. His reaction speed was already very fast, but he was still too slow. He could not gather all his Quintessence in a short time.
He had only sent out his palm halfway when the azure dragon fist descended from the sky, carrying a surging Dragon Might.
A loud rumble came from the sky, shaking the sky and earth. Space trembled, and a horrifying might spread out. Even the many disciples in the distance felt fear in their hearts.
Bai Wuxue felt his arm go numb and tremble uncontrollably. The force from that dragon fist was at least one thousand five hundred tons of force.
Caught off guard, Bai Wuxue could not block it with his full strength, even with his cultivation. The bones in his right arm ached faintly, and cracking sounds rang out. Unexpectedly, cracks appeared in his arm.
Wan Feng, who was beside Bai Wuxue, was in an even worse state. The shock wave struck him and sent him flying back like a cannonball, crashing into a mountain in the distance.
All the disciples on Giant Sword Peak looked at Xiao Chen like he was a madman. Unexpectedly, he dared to sneak-attack Bai Wuxue.
Who was Bai Wuxue? He was one of the seven giants of the Tianwu Domain's younger generation. He had become famous at a young age, occupying the top ten of the Proud Son of Heaven Ranking.
In this age of cultivation, he was one of the most dazzling human cultivators. His reputation was even higher than Shui Lingling's.
No matter where he went, even the inner sect elders of the Nine Ranks of the Great Families did not dare to offend him. They could only treat him with respect.
This was because he might be the future Emperor Wu. Offending him was equivalent to offending an Emperor Wu. The consequences would be dire. No one was willing to become enemies with them.
Hence, even when Bai Wuxue sneak-attacked Xiao Chen, the blue-clad elder on Giant Sword Peak did not dare to say anything when he saw Bai Wuxue stop. He could only let the matter rest.
Even someone as strong as Shui Lingling, the top true inheritor of the Haotian Sect and one of the seven giants, did not stop Bai Wuxue when she saw him leaving.
However, Xiao Chen, an inner sect disciple and a bladesman who was only a Medial Grade Martial Monarch, actually attacked Bai Wuxue. Furthermore, he was so ruthless.
"Bai Wuxue, no one is joking with you. Since you have given up on this battle, I will definitely visit the Extreme Yin Sect in the future and ring the combat bell openly."
Xiao Chen's white robes fluttered in the wind as he looked at Bai Wuxue. He enunciated every word in a sonorous voice.
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