"I need to work harder to catch up with the Canggu Holy Son." Chi Xiao clenched his fists and muttered to himself with a solemn expression. His body emitted a scorching aura that seemed to melt the sky.
"The Canggu Holy Son!" Li Wuji stood on the ground like an iron tower. His incomparably strong physique contained astonishing power. He stared at the Canggu Holy Son, Nanmen Zhige, his eyes filled with battle intent.
However, the power of Saint Son Canggu's punch was extremely strong. Li Wuji did not have the confidence to win, but his heart was filled with boundless battle intent, surging endlessly like a tide.
All the sky-prides who saw Saint Cang Gu's punch felt their hearts surging. They were greatly shaken.
They originally thought that after a few years of hard work, their cultivation base had greatly increased and their strength had greatly increased. They didn't expect the Canggu Holy Son to still be far ahead of them.
"Holy Daughter, the Canggu Holy Son is indeed very strong." A girl beside Su Huanqing exclaimed. "But compared to you, he's still somewhat lacking."
"Even I am not 100% confident that I can defeat him." Su Huanqing's voice was soft and ethereal.
If others heard this, they would definitely be shocked because the Canggu Holy Son was already very strong. The Tianlan Holy Daughter's words meant that she had a high chance of defeating the Canggu Holy Son. How confident was that?
"If you see Chen Zong, tell him that I'm waiting for him." The Canggu Holy Son lazily said to the Taiyuan Heavenly Sect.
"I'm just afraid that he won't dare to show up after knowing senior brother Nanmen's strength." Dong Zhenlei sneered.
"What will happen if he shows up?" At this moment, a calm voice drifted over from afar.
"If he dares to show up, I'll teach him a lesson." Dong Zhenlei laughed.
"Alright." When the voice sounded again, it was as if a cool breeze had brushed past. Immediately, a figure appeared in front of everyone.
"He's …"
"Chen Zong!"
"Chen Zong!"
"He's here too."
It had been a few years, but Chen Zong's appearance had not changed much. Therefore, those who had enough impression of him could recognize him at a glance.
"It's Senior Brother Chen."
"So, Senior Brother Chen is also here."
The geniuses of the Tai Yuan Heavenly Sect were all excited.
"What's Senior Brother Chen's cultivation level now?"
"I can't see through it. It's so mysterious."
"I can't see through it either, but I believe that with Senior Brother Chen's talent as the world's number one, it definitely won't be low."
"Chen Shidi." Yu Zhengxiao was also pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect to see Chen Zong here.
"Senior Brother Yu." Chen Zong was all smiles. "Long time no see."
At this moment, Fang Xingchen also came back to his senses and looked at Chen Zong with a complicated gaze.
"Senior Brother Fang." Chen Zong also greeted Fang Xingchen with a smile. However, Fang Xingchen did not say anything and merely nodded in response.
"Greetings, Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers." Chen Zong greeted the other disciples of the Tai Yuan Heaven Sect.
"So, you're Chen Zong?" Dong Zhenlei also came back to his senses. He took a step forward and a powerful aura gushed out like a tidal wave, directly hitting Chen Zong as he asked in a cold tone.
"It's you. You want to show me how powerful you are, right?" Chen Zong retorted.
"That's right." Dong Zhenlei's eyes were as sharp as lightning, landing on Chen Zong's face as if he wanted to pierce through Chen Zong's face.
"Make your move." Chen Zong said unhurriedly. He saw through Dong Zhenlei's cultivation level with one glance. With such a cultivation level, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't be that strong.
"Junior Brother, be careful. I couldn't block his attack just now." Yu Zhengxiao reminded because he didn't know how strong Chen Zong was now.
"Senior Brother Yu was injured by his attack just now." Someone added.
"Oh." A cold light flashed in the depths of Chen Zong's eyes, causing Dong Zhenlei to be startled. He felt his heart palpitate, but this feeling quickly disappeared, as if it was an illusion.
Dong Zhenlei raised all of his spiritual energy, and the first layer of the [Force of Heaven and Earth] followed. The power of his True Meaning poured into his palms, and a shocking aura instantly spread out, repelling the air around his palms, forming a vacuum.
Except for the secret method, Dong Zhenlei didn't hold back at all.
No matter what, Chen Zong had defeated the Holy Son of Canggu, so he must be very talented. After a few years, he must have improved a lot. In addition, the palpitation just now was like an illusion, so Dong Zhenlei didn't dare to underestimate him at all.
Boom!
Boom! Boom! His palms were like meteorites breaking through the sky. With an incomparably powerful force, they swept across the sky, completely repelling and shattering the air in front of them. It was as if everything under the palms was turned into powder. They fiercely blasted towards Chen Zong.
The shocking roar was like the sound of a god descending from the heavens. It was mighty and endless, almost deafening.
The two palms were extremely powerful. Fang Xingchen's pupils shrank slightly. The power of these two palms was even stronger than when they collided with each other previously.
The power in his body surged out like a torrent that had been opened. This feeling was so wonderful that Dong Zhenlei was intoxicated.
The others also stared with their eyes wide open.
Among his peers, Dong Zhenlei's strength was not weak. On the contrary, he was second only to those geniuses. Chen Zong was undoubtedly among the geniuses, but no one could tell his cultivation level and strength.
Many people felt that Chen Zong should be able to withstand the attack from Dong Zhenlei's palms. But how would he do it?
Or how would he defeat Dong Zhenlei?
The laziness of the Holy Son of Canggu instantly disappeared. He stood tall and straight, and his eyes shone brightly. He stared at Chen Zong, as if he could see through Chen Zong completely.
"Not bad indeed." Chen Zong thought to himself. The strength that he had unleashed was indeed not weak. No wonder he was so confident. But to him, it was not enough.
There was no need to draw his sword, because there was no need to.
His three fingers were clasped together, and his index and middle fingers were put together like a sword. He waved his hand casually, as if he was a child's doodle.
In an instant, an indescribable sword light gushed out from between his fingers, tearing the air in front of him apart. It was invincible.
The two powerful palm prints seemed to exist in the face of this incomparably dazzling sword light. In an instant, they were cut through and dissipated with the wind like smoke. As the sword light stretched and changed, it rapidly advanced.
Dong Zhenlei saw that his palms, which he had unleashed with all his strength, had been destroyed in an instant. But before he could react, the sword light had already reached him.
He could only feel an extremely frightening force in front of his chest, exploding. The force was strong, powerful, and domineering. It was so sharp that it directly destroyed his protective spirit energy and the inferior-grade spirit artifact inner armor on his body.
With a bang, Dong Zhenlei was sent flying backwards like a meteor. He only stopped after he was a thousand meters away. His whole body fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while. His whole body was twitching constantly. That was the tyrannical power that had invaded his body. It was as if countless Sword Qi were constantly cutting his body. Dong Zhenlei definitely didn't want to experience such pain a second time.
However, no one was paying attention to Dong Zhenlei. Everyone was staring at Chen Zong in shock as they sucked in cold air.
"So powerful!"
"So scary. He defeated Dong Zhenlei with just one finger. It was a complete one-sided victory."
"Can you tell? What is Chen Zong's cultivation level?"
"I can't tell. It was too fast."
From afar, the group of King-Ranked martial artists' faces grew serious. They realized that even they could not accurately gauge Chen Zong's cultivation level. They could only vaguely feel it, and it was a little blurry.
This meant that Chen Zong's control of his own body was extremely profound. He was not inferior to them at all. Furthermore, the first condition for becoming a King-Ranked martial artist was to have self-control.
In other words, even if Chen Zong was not a King-Ranked martial artist now, he was already qualified to become one.
One had to know that in terms of age, Chen Zong was younger than all of them. He was at least ten years younger than them. Someone who was ten years younger than them was already qualified to become a King-Ranked martial artist. Just thinking about it made them feel incredulous.
"Lin Churan, this Chen Zong from your Tai Yuan Heaven Sect is too demonic." One of the King-Ranked martial artists could not help but sigh.
Lin Churan did not know what to say either.
Although they were all esoteric disciples, Lin Churan was the esoteric disciple of the Tai Yuan Mountain. She was also the top esoteric disciple among all the esoteric disciples. To be able to become a King-Ranked martial artist, there was no doubt that she was extremely talented. Compared to Fang Xingchen, she was not inferior.
Fang Xingchen was stunned. Although he could also defeat Dong Zhenlei in one blow if he used all his strength, he would not be able to defeat him as easily as Chen Zong did.
They were both defeated in one blow. To those who were not at a high enough cultivation level, they might not be able to tell the difference. However, there were many people present who were at a high enough cultivation level. Naturally, they could tell the difference.
As for Chen Zong, he was so casual and unfathomable, which made people even more fearful.
Saint Son Cang Gu's eyes narrowed. At that moment, even he could not tell the profoundness contained in Chen Zong's sword.
It seemed very ordinary and simple. However, if one thought that it was simple, one would be a fool.
Saint Son Cang Gu knew that if Chen Zong's strength was on par with his, he would not be able to withstand that sword.
"What a terrifying junior." The two Earthly Spirit Realm middle-aged men were horrified.
They were at the Earthly Spirit Realm. Regardless of cultivation level or realm, they were much stronger than others. Naturally, they could see more profoundness. It was because they could see more clearly that they were even more shocked.
It was such a simple sword, but it did not seem like it could be executed by a young man with a low cultivation level. It felt as if Chen Zong had been on the path of the sword for hundreds of years.
Jiang Gushan clenched his fists tightly. A powerful force surged in his hands. Battle intent surged in his heart. However, there was a sense of uneasiness that suppressed him. He was not confident at all.
Even if he used all his strength, he would probably end up like Dong Zhenlei, humiliating himself.
In the distance, Saint Lady Su Huanqing's beautiful eyes widened in shock.
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