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The bald muscular man took two steps back for reasons he couldn't quite understand. An instinctive feeling gripped him, a sense of foreboding that the boy named Zhao Yang had just unleashed a murderous intent that made his heart race.
Zhao Yang struck out in anger, his punch causing the air to tremble, powerful enough to split mountains and shake the earth. His aura was overwhelming, far beyond what one would expect from a mere youth.
The bald man staggered back, shocked. While observing from the sidelines, he hadn't grasped the depth of the boy's abilities, but now, facing him directly, he realized just how formidable Zhao Yang truly was! He brought his palms together and roared loudly, raising his fists to engage in a life-and-death struggle. The veins on his massive arms bulged as he channeled energy through his body; his heavy fist fell like a meteor from the sky, trailing sparks.
Bang! The bald man was sent flying, blood spilling from his mouth, his fingers broken and exposed.
What he didn't expect was that Zhao Yang was also sent flying—not by the impact of his own punch but by a rope shimmering with electric light that had ensnared his neck, yanking him away. The other end of the rope was held firmly by Lightning Man.
Zhao Yang crashed to the ground and yanked on the rope with all his might, pulling Lightning Man closer. As Chaos True Qi swirled around his palm, he prepared to strike down when a sharp blade of light slashed toward his neck. The attack came from a middle-aged Sage in a Raincoat. With no choice left, Zhao Yang slapped the ground and propelled himself backward for a short distance. He then sprang up lightly as if someone were supporting him from behind. However, before he could regain his balance, a heavy kick struck him from behind.
Turning around, Zhao Yang saw Meng Yu standing there with arms crossed and disdain in his eyes. Although anger flared within him, he felt helpless because another presence stirred nearby—a woman clad in a Goose Yellow Robe. She was short with a prominent nose and had deep wrinkles on her face dotted with age spots, resembling an evil Witch.
The Witch screeched and revealed her yellowed teeth. With a flick of her fingers, two balls of red Open Flame appeared between her hands, exuding an eerie aura. The flames danced above her head like ghostly fire, as if ready to ignite someone's soul at any moment.
Zhao Yang had no choice but to retreat to the stone pillar on the challenge stage. This was the first time he faced so many skilled opponents; it was impossible not to feel nervous. If it weren't for the overwhelming power of Chaos True Qi and the remnants of Imperial Scripture along with his ability to disregard any level due to Seventy-Third Transformation, he wouldn't have been foolish enough to challenge so many experts alone.
Just as he settled down, two figures who had remained still in the arena began to change. One was a young man dressed in luxurious robes with an effeminate demeanor; the other wore a brown cloak. They looked at Zhao Yang with ambiguous expressions. A dense wave of powerful True Qi radiated from them, causing gasps among the crowd. The fluctuations of True Qi were like young men striking drums in a dragon boat race, demanding attention. One of them bore a resemblance to Li Yunshan—the one Zhao Yang had defeated—indicating he was also a practitioner of Earth Spiritual Root. Although his Spiritual Root purity wasn't as high as Li Yunshan's, his strength far surpassed it.
The six individuals emanated different attributes of killing intent that pressed down on Zhao Yang, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Are you scared? What happened to your bravado? With such strength, you might as well go challenge some dung instead of coming here to make a fool of yourself," sneered the Sage in a Raincoat, a large black mole covered in hair on his chin.
"I admit you're strong, but your inability to hold back and know your place will lead you to an early demise!" laughed the Witch with her big nose and yellowed teeth.
"Overestimating yourself by challenging all Grand Offerings—ha! I can't help but laugh," chuckled the Brocade-Clad Youth as he delicately brushed his eyebrows with an elegant gesture.
"Now let's see how arrogant you can be!" The Lightning Man, having suffered at Zhao Yang's hands, boasted with a sense of superiority.
Several Grand Offerings were already poised to strike, watching Zhao Yang's slightly dazed expression, believing he had finally been intimidated. In their eyes, no matter how strong an individual was, they could not possibly contend against so many.
At that moment, Shen Gongye from the One Offering camp also leaped over with a cheerful demeanor, agile and exuding the aura of a senior brother. He stood on a pillar behind the crowd, facing Zhao Yang, trying to create the impression that he was leading his subordinates in a fierce assault against Zhao Yang.
"Bow down and admit your mistakes now, hand over what you've taken for yourself, and I can let bygones be bygones, allowing you to become my subordinate," Shen Gongye said as he pulled out a folding fan from his sleeve and began to fan himself leisurely.
Unfortunately for him, Zhao Yang ignored him once again, not even glancing in his direction.
"You!" Shen Gongye was furious. Being treated like a minor character by Zhao Yang had reached an intolerable level. Thus, he took the initiative to attack. The Crimson Moon appeared in the sky, an ominous sign rolling forth as Shen Gongye cut through the air, shooting six transparent sword energies from his fingertips at an incredible speed toward Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang realized he was in serious trouble; if he didn't summon the Enlightenment Realm now, he might truly be in for it.
Then, as the moon emerged and mist dissipated, the world became clear and tranquil, as if entering a silent space. Zhao Yang's heart calmed like water. His Divine Sense expanded, allowing him to evade Shen Gongye's six sword energies from an extremely tricky angle. He looked at Shen Gongye with disdain as two Void Blades shot from his arms. Taking the initiative, Zhao Yang launched a powerful strike aimed at Shen Gongye's face. However, Shen Gongye, being the strongest disciple of the Inner Courtyard at the Foundation Establishment Stage, recognized Zhao Yang's physical prowess and chose to retreat instead. He shifted back three zhang and waved his folding fan, unleashing a terrifying red whirlwind that forced Zhao Yang to close his eyes against the onslaught.
"What are you waiting for? Attack him together and kill him!"
Upon hearing this command, all six of them sprang into action. Faced with a barrage of colorful spells coming their way, Zhao Yang's mind raced at a speed a hundred times faster than normal as he calculated the best paths for evasion while searching for opportunities to counterattack. His True Qi had already been depleted by more than half during previous battles. Moreover, inadvertently triggering some profound aspect of Time Walk left him feeling drained; it was evident that the realm of time was beyond what someone of his level should be able to trigger. However, being a Chaos Spirit Body endowed him with exceptional recovery abilities. Additionally, his Foundation Cauldron continuously absorbed external Spirit Energy from the chaotic chains and converted it into Chaotic Qi stored within the cauldron. Although this process was slow and minimal, over time it accumulated significantly. Furthermore, the transformation of Spirit Energy into True Qi nourished his physical body without him realizing it; he had unknowingly reached the peak physical strength achievable at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Ordinary attribute attacks could hardly inflict damage on him anymore.
Zhao Yang tilted his feet as if slipping and dodged the dazzling blades of Raincoat Middle-aged while ignoring Lightning Man's electrical techniques. He leaped over Brocade-Clad Youth's earth-splitting strike aimed overhead and exchanged blows with a youth clad in a brown cloak. Ultimately, he was burned on the shoulder by the elusive Witch's witchfire. Frowning slightly, Zhao Yang retaliated with a fireball technique he had just learned; azure flames illuminated the challenge platform as everyone’s faces flashed with an Azure Light.
Without time to heed their gasps of surprise, Zhao Yang seized that moment to draw the red witchfire into his hand. He kicked it into the Witch’s abdomen while subtly manipulating two strands of spiritual essence to send the red witchfire into her mouth.
The Witch clutched her throat in terror and screamed; she couldn't comprehend how this young man had evaded her meticulously calculated witchfire technique that had never failed before. With a thunderous roar, flames erupted around her body, consuming her flesh as the other Grand Offerings revealed expressions of astonishment.
Zhao Yang shook his head, the pain from overthinking causing sharp jolts in his brain, while a lingering ache throbbed at the back of his skull. His radar-like Divine Sense detected the Grand Offering all turning towards him, locking onto Zhao Yang.
However, in the next moment, Zhao Yang bizarrely vanished from his spot.
A scream pierced the air as the bald man, who had lost his will to fight and was only focused on defense after being frightened by Zhao Yang, felt his entire left arm brutally torn off!
Zhao Yang's initial target had been the bald man hiding behind everyone else, not for any other reason but to take revenge for the swelling on his head.
Boom!
What no one expected was that Zhao Yang was suddenly blasted away by something that had risen unexpectedly! He arced through the air and landed fifteen yards away amidst the gasps and cries of concern from the female disciples. Yet, it was as if someone had bounced him back; like an arrow released from a bow, he shot through the dark clouds and continued toward the bald man. The bald man, terrified and paralyzed with fear, was about to scream when it turned into a wail of agony.
Splurt!
The other arm was also ripped off by Zhao Yang!
Zhao Yang seemed like a madman as he kicked one of the bald man's knees out of joint. With a roar, he swung his arm wide and sent the bald man flying out of the challenge arena into the audience, crashing through more than ten rows of seats. One of his legs lay lifelessly draped over his neck.
The crowd changed color in shock; they had never witnessed such a bloody scene. Even the female disciples who had been cheering for Zhao Yang now felt a surge of fear. They had never seen anyone fight with such ferocity, disregarding countless attackers just to kill one person—no flashy moves or magical techniques, just raw strength tearing apart anyone who provoked him!
Zhao Yang turned around and glared at the remaining offerings. A Purple Gold Gourd suddenly appeared above Lightning Man's head, crackling with electricity and continuously replenishing his energy. The others exchanged glances, realizing that if they held back any longer, they would be the next to die. They all leaped into action, intending to use their ultimate skills to smash Zhao Yang into pieces. However, as Zhao Yang faced an overwhelming barrage of attacks that left him nowhere to hide, several crimson-gold characters slowly appeared on his body and face, looking eerily otherworldly.
Countless attacks struck him without effect; Zhao Yang remained expressionless as his long hair fell loosely around his waist. He pulled out a hammer he had never used before from his robe.
"Stop!" several high-ranking officials shouted simultaneously.
As the Grand Elder of the Myriad Spirit Sect happily harvested spiritual herbs within the double-layer Mountain Protection Formation, a massive hammer, resembling a cloud that could obscure the sky, appeared above the Offering Camp's challenge arena.
Boom!
As the dust settled, silence enveloped the scene.
After delivering a powerful strike, Zhao Yang silently chanted a method to adjust the size and weight of the hammer, transforming it into a small mallet. He wiped it with his sleeve and carefully tucked it into his pocket. Without even glancing at the Grand Offerings lying on the Arena, their bodies crushed and bloodied, he paid no mind to Li Yunshan, who had been mercilessly smashed into two pieces by Zhao Yang's indiscriminate attack.
Li Yunshan's eyes were fixed on Zhao Yang, filled with endless sorrow and regret. He struggled to open his mouth but uttered nothing. With his last ounce of strength, he struck his forehead, ending his tragic life. Zhao Yang didn't spare him a single glance; from the moment he abandoned this friend, Li Yunshan had become as insignificant as an ant.
Everyone was stunned, unable to comprehend what had just transpired.
It wasn't until Zhao Yang approached Long Xiao Wu and Scholar Xiu that he helped them close their gaping mouths and said, "Let's go; it's time for lunch."
On the Viewing Platform, Shen Gongye, who had narrowly escaped, looked pale and anxious, his hands and feet trembling.
"Quick! Save them!" Ji Wudao commanded. He knew that when Zhao Yang executed his final move, the Heavenly Hammer, he hadn't used True Qi; it was pure strength that sent the Stone Hammer crashing onto the challenge platform. Ji Wudao refrained from intervening because Zhao Yang had sent him a message beforehand, wanting to see if sheer physical power could overcome these opponents.
Ji Wudao recalled his earlier words: "I doubt you can defeat so many with just brute strength!" Looking at the grim fate of his sect's future hopes being crushed before him filled him with deep frustration and made him want to weep uncontrollably.
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