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"Chen Zong?" The Wanluo Sect disciple was a little surprised. He felt like he had heard this name before, but he couldn't remember where.
The Wanluo Sect elder frowned slightly. He stared at Chen Zong and a flash of realization appeared in his eyes.
It's him!
The name Chen Zong wasn't a big deal. After all, it was common for people with the same name to have the same surname. However, if you added the title of Zongheng Sword Sect's Sword Son, then there was only one possibility.
However, wasn't this person expelled by Zongheng Sword Sect?
Moreover, he was wanted by the Third Prince and had already left Longtu Region. It was said that after being hunted down in Ascending Heaven Region, his whereabouts were unknown. How could he appear here?
"But it doesn't matter. The Third Prince hasn't revoked his wanted order. As long as I capture him and hand him over to the Third Prince, I'll be rewarded handsomely," the Wanluo Sect elder said secretly.
Chen Zong's aura was completely restrained. It was impossible to tell his cultivation level. However, under normal circumstances, he was at most a pseudo-transcendent. At most, he would have the combat power of an Eight Star.
"I don't care who you are. Since you want to stand up for me, I'll let you know the consequences of standing up for me." The Ten Thousand Luo Sect disciple let out a sharp laugh. He immediately waved his dark-black sleeves and a wave of dark wind swept over. Soon after, a dark-black hand was spat out from his wide dark-black sleeves like a poisonous snake leaving its hole.
With a muffled sound, his black palm, which was suffused with a trace of gloomy coldness, approached Chen Zong with great force. The palm was aimed at his heart.
At the same time, all those who hadn't reached the Transcendent Realm felt a chill run down their spines.
"Be careful!" Zuo Shan Mei couldn't help but exclaim, reminding Chen Zong.
However, this kind of attack was too weak for Chen Zong. Even if Chen Zong had not yet broken through to the Transcendent Realm, he could still easily resist this attack with his strength of the Third Extremity.
Chen Zong didn't dodge. It seemed that he didn't have time to react and couldn't dodge.
With a bang, the Wanluo sect's disciple's palm strike carried a terrifying cold energy. It viciously slammed into Chen Zong's chest, producing a muffled sound like the beating of a drum.
Wisps of blackness surged out, turning into ripples that spread out and then dissipated.
Under everyone's shocked and worried gazes, Chen Zong's figure stood firm.
"You can't even dodge my attack. I don't know where you get your confidence from." The Wanluo sect's disciple sneered.
"Is this the power you're so proud of? What's the difference between you and an ant? "Chen Zong said unhurriedly, a trace of coldness flashing across his face.
The Wanluo sect's disciple stared at Chen Zong's chest in horror. His attack didn't leave the slightest mark.
"Impossible!" With a cry of surprise, the Wanluo sect's disciple attacked again, erupting with all his strength.
With a bang, an extremely tyrannical power swept out, accompanied by a howling wind. It was as if it had rushed out from the depths of hell. With a wave of his sleeve, a series of black palm prints overlapped and blasted towards Chen Zong's chest.
If one attack wasn't enough, then he would attack multiple times.
Bang bang bang!
A series of muffled drum beats rang out, but Chen Zong's figure still didn't move. He didn't dodge, allowing his opponent's attacks to land on his body until the ninth consecutive attack ended.
"Impossible!" The Wanluo sect's disciple was horrified.
His nine full-powered attacks were enough to kill someone at the peak of the Seven-star level. Even a beginner Eight-star wouldn't be able to withstand it. Not to mention that Chen Zong didn't move, dodge, or even use his power to defend himself. Even a master would die.
However, this person stood still and took a total of ten attacks from his Shady Hand. Not only did he not die, but he also didn't seem to be injured at all.
Was he forcing himself?
"You've attacked me ten times, and I'll only return the favor once." Chen Zong's voice rang out. There was a hint of coldness and sharpness in it. It immediately caused the disciple of the Wanluo Sect to involuntarily tremble. He felt a chill that came from the depths of his soul.
There was no time to dodge, nor any other reaction. Chen Zong used his finger like a sword and slashed forward before pointing it out.
This attack seemed very slow, so slow that everyone could see its trajectory clearly. However, they felt like they couldn't dodge it no matter how hard they tried. It was as if their minds and eyes were out of sync.
The Wanluo sect's disciple who bore the brunt of the attack was even more horrified. This was because he realized that he couldn't summon up any resistance against this attack. It was as if he could accept it with ease.
"Stop." The Wanluo sect's Lv 4 Supreme Mortal Realm elder had a higher cultivation after all. He was very experienced. He could tell that something was wrong with just a glance. He immediately shouted in a low voice and attacked at the same time. With a flick of his finger, a chilling black finger energy shot through the air.
This finger energy shot towards Chen Zong, forcing Chen Zong to stop and save himself.
Unexpectedly, Chen Zong's body swayed slightly. The chilling finger energy shot through the air and shot to a place where there was no one behind him. It left a faint trace in the air. Meanwhile, Chen Zong's finger energy still maintained a uniform speed and finally landed on the Wanluo sect's disciple's chest.
The fake spiritual energy protecting his body couldn't protect him at all. Even if the fake spiritual weapon inner armor on his body was activated, it couldn't protect him at all.
Break!
Break!
Break!
The sharp finger energy pierced through the surface and directly into the disciple's heart. It then spun like a blooming flower and instantly killed the disciple, turning his heart into minced meat.
With a muffled groan, the Wanluo sect's disciple's face suddenly turned pale. Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, mixed with the minced meat of his heart. His lifeless eyes stared at Chen Zong and quickly dimmed. He fell backwards, dead as a doornail.
"He's dead?"
"He's really dead?"
"Good kill."
The Wanluo Sword sect's disciples were all stunned. After confirming that their opponent was dead, they were finally overjoyed.
"You actually dared to kill him. You're dead meat." The Wanluo sect's elder was stunned at first. He couldn't believe it, but then he roared angrily. His voice was earth-shattering, and an extremely chilling killing intent shot out like a storm.
The temperature in the air suddenly dropped, as if the underworld had descended. This chilling coldness caused the Wanluo Sword sect's disciples to shiver uncontrollably. They couldn't withstand the chilling aura and killing intent.
Sect Leader Lin Zhonghan and the two elders hurriedly released their own auras to resist. Only then did they manage to relieve the pressure on the disciples.
"Die!" The incomparably chilling voice was like a chilling wind from the underworld. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze.
The elder of the Ten Thousand Sifting Sect made his move again. With a light tap of his finger, the finger grew larger and larger as it flew towards Chen Zong. The lines on the fingertip were clearly visible and seemed to be squirming. Every single one of the fingerprints exuded an eerie coldness that could freeze everything.
Terrifying!
This was an attack from a fourth layer Mortal stage expert. The distance was too close, and sect leader Lin Zhonghan and the rest couldn't help in time. They could only watch helplessly.
Suddenly, a blazing red light flashed past, like a meteor streaking across the sky. It was dazzling and beautiful, and instantly left a mark in everyone's hearts that they would never forget.
Besides elder Cang Xuan, no one could clearly see where the blazing red light had come from.
It was sword light, the sword light of the Red Jade Sword. It was the sword light of the Red Jade Sword at Chen Zong's waist.
This sword was ordinary and unremarkable, but it gave off a feeling of returning to one's natural state.
Wherever the blazing red sword light passed, it directly struck the finger. The incomparably tyrannical power directly dispelled the chill on the finger. With a cracking sound, the fingerprints broke like steel wires. Following that, the finger shattered into pieces.
The blazing red sword light slashed forward with its remaining power, causing the Wanluo sect's elder to feel an astonishing heat rush towards him, as if it was going to melt him. He couldn't help but be horrified.
Without any hesitation, the Wanluo sect's elder immediately turned around, transforming into a streak of black light as he dashed down the mountain.
Chen Zong's sword made him feel threatened. He also knew from Chen Zong's cultivation that he was at the initial third layer of the Mortal stage. He was very cautious, and immediately left once he felt that something was wrong.
"Initial third layer of the Mortal stage!" Sect leader Lin Zhonghan and the two elders also felt it. They were all dumbstruck, standing there like wooden statues.
This cultivation was too shocking.
But in reality, this was also the result of Chen Zong hiding his true strength.
The Mind Mystery Art that Chen Zong cultivated was a legendary Peerless Rank Spiritual Art. On the other hand, the Wanluo sect's Elder's Spiritual Art was only a Lower Rank Spiritual Art. Not only was there a huge difference in potential between the two Spiritual Arts, but there was also a clear difference in the purity and power of the Spiritual Energies cultivated.
Moreover, when a Lower Rank Spiritual Art cultivator reached the initial fourth layer of the Mortal stage, they would only be able to open twenty-five or twenty-six Apertures. Although the cultivation that Chen Zong displayed was at the initial third layer of the Mortal stage, he had also opened twenty-five or twenty-six Apertures. In terms of quantity, he was not inferior at all, and in terms of purity, he was superior.
"Do you think you can escape?" Chen Zong said, as if he was asking himself, and also asking his opponent. Immediately, the Red Jade Sword slashed through the air.
Hundreds of meters away, strands of hair-like red sword threads spread out from the Red Jade Sword. They spread out in the air at an astonishing speed, and turned into a sword light that pierced through the air a hundred meters away.
This sword light had a kind of freedom, a kind of lightness, and a kind of nimbleness. Its trajectory seemed to be following one's will, and it was very smooth.
This sword was a sword technique that Chen Zong had comprehended on his way back.
Mind Sword Principle? Basic Style!
Even though it was only the basic style of the Mind Sword Principle, it still contained a shocking amount of power. It did not have a fixed trajectory, a fixed style, or a fixed power. Everything changed according to Chen Zong's will.
Where the will of the heart, the sword would follow!
Although it moved later, it reached first. It drew a beautiful trajectory in the air and caught up in an instant.
Break!
The protective spiritual energy of the Wanluo Sect Elder was directly torn apart. The terrifying power of the sword style broke through the Elder's back. The scorching power was like the boiling lava of a volcano, able to melt steel into molten iron in an instant.
With a puff, the Elder spat out a mouthful of blood. The moment the blood left his mouth, it turned into a cloud of blood mist due to the terrifying heat that invaded his body.
He fell and rolled forward. Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, he rolled down the mountain.
Killed in one strike!
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