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Zuo Dao's words resonated powerfully, leaving not only the guests present but even the prominent figures from the Immortal Sect dumbfounded. What was happening?
Jiang Chuan looked at the Drunken Old Man with a puzzled expression, knowing that asking Zuo Dao now would yield no answers. However, when he saw the Drunken Old Man's equally confused gaze, he felt helpless.
The Drunken Old Man couldn't comprehend Zuo Dao either. To him, Zuo Dao's breakdown had little impact on his own strength, but weakness was unavoidable. At this moment, proposing a challenge seemed a bit forced.
As he gazed at his disciple before him, an unfamiliar feeling suddenly arose within him.
Zuo Dao's eyes swept across the sect families he had called out, and he wore a provocative smile.
"What's wrong? Afraid?"
"As a renowned Rookie, if you can't even accept my challenge here, what qualifications do you have to cultivate? What right does your sect family have to teach disciples?"
"You there, weren't you the loudest just now? Come up." Zuo Dao pointed at Gui Wushuang and called out arrogantly.
"And you. You. You." He then pointed at several other young Cultivators. His attitude was so domineering and his words so audacious that it was beyond measure.
"Still not daring?"
Zuo Dao looked down on them with disdain from the stage.
"A bunch of trash."
This single statement completely ignited the emotions of those below, especially the elders and patrons of the sects who had been named.
At this point, Jiang Chuan and the others had already retreated from the stone platform under Zuo Dao's directive, filled with questions.
Zuo Dao had now completely torn off the facade; Jiang Chuan and the others found it difficult to say anything. Their feelings towards this disciple were complex—his potential was extremely high, yet his ability to stir up hatred was equally remarkable.
Only Zuo Dao remained on the stone platform.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Dozens of figures soared onto the stage one after another.
When a person is called out and still dares not to respond, these prestigious rookies can imagine that after the banquet, there will be no place for them in the Moling Star.
“Yuxian Sect - Yue Chaoran.”
“Eight-Foot Gate - Gu Feng.”
“Ancient Leak Mountain - Liu Shufeng.”
“War Palace - Battle Frenzy.”
“Guile Alliance - Gui Wushuang.”
“Meteor Pavilion - Qiu Yun.”
“Eastern Literary Family - Dongwen Chong.”
One by one, the individuals on stage reported their names.
The elders of these people in the audience glared at Zuo Dao with fiery eyes, signaling him through sound transmission to hold nothing back. These old fellows had already made up their minds; united together, they did not believe that the Immortal Sect would dare to offend so many powerful forces at once.
“I had no intention of making things difficult for you, but just look at what those old fossils behind you are doing,” Zuo Dao said casually, as if discussing something unrelated to himself.
“I’m actually quite simple; whoever treats me well, I’ll treat them well in return. If someone wants to harm me, I’ll stab them in the ribs twice. If things go well, we all benefit; if things go bad, we all suffer. Besides, who’s to say who will suffer now? Right?”
His tone was quite irritating, his attitude flippant.
Each person on stage was a figure of prominence; when had they ever endured such humiliation?
“Hey! Zuo Dao, don’t go too far. I, Battle Frenzy, will have a word with you.” A rough voice rang out, followed by a massive figure pressing forward.
Battle Frenzy from War Palace was one of the top ten disciples. As a sacred ground for martial cultivators, War Palace only accepted disciples with exceptional talent in martial arts. He was among the elite of those top talents.
"You alone are not enough." Zuo Dao casually glanced at the charging Battle Frenzy.
"Come at me together. Otherwise, I might end up bullying you."
Anger! Rage!! Fury!!!
These proud individuals all had their own arrogance and convictions. Even though they knew they might not stand a chance, they still stepped onto the stage, only to face even greater humiliation.
The entire stone platform resembled a fireworks display, with red, green, purple, blue, and golden magical energies being unleashed. Everyone struck out in fury.
Gui Wushuang quickly concealed himself behind the crowd. He was starting to worry about his own safety; although Zuo Dao was showing off his power in front of everyone, he still dared to challenge them, and it was a group assault. Without any trump cards, Gui Wushuang didn't even trust himself.
"Same punches, but yours are far too weak!" Zuo Dao sidestepped to avoid a punch from Battle Frenzy.
Battle Frenzy's punch missed and hit the ground with a loud thud, leaving a deep imprint on the hard stone platform.
"Lunar Radiance Star Splendor."
"Great Wood Prison."
"Flowing Cloud Strike."
"Great Puppet Technique."
"Web of Spiders."
Before he could change his moves again, various attacks surged forth, all aimed solely at Zuo Dao. Seeing this, Battle Frenzy quickly withdrew; if he didn’t dodge now, he would truly become Zuo Dao's scapegoat.
The stone platform was filled with various magical energies; some attacks merged to form stronger forces while others clashed and caused explosive reactions. Zuo Dao seemed like a lone boat amidst giant waves, swaying left and right as he dodged each incoming attack.
A thunderous sound erupted as the entire stone platform was engulfed in dust. Yet this did not hinder the onslaught; wave after wave of attacks continued. Gui Wushuang mingled among the crowd, occasionally unleashing Deceptive Stab, closely pursuing Zuo Dao without relent.
With such overwhelming force, Battle Frenzy did not dare to approach Zuo Dao easily, which diminished the effectiveness of his attacks. It was unavoidable; anywhere Zuo Dao stood had become a forbidden zone where no one dared risk being attacked by dozens of top young cultivators just to land a hit on him.
The fireworks on the stage were dazzling, while the discussions among the cultivators below echoed through the skies. Zuo Dao was truly remarkable; it hadn't been long since he had dispersed his energy, yet he was already able to stand alone against a multitude.
No cultivator would think that those who stepped onto the stage were weak. This was a world of cultivation, where one could only rely on their own strength. No sect or family would bring a mere figurehead into such a public arena; it would be an insult to themselves.
This only highlighted Zuo Dao's extraordinary abilities even more.
Yue Chaoran—the sole true disciple of the Yuxian Sect and its future Sect Leader—was sent out by the Celestial Sect with the intention of testing Zuo Dao's depths and, if possible, eliminating this rival. However, he never expected to witness Zuo Dao's astonishing combat prowess before even making a move, which filled him with a sense of helplessness.
Watching Zuo Dao effortlessly navigate through their attacks ignited a surge of jealousy within him. He believed that even a Golden Core Level Zhenren would not be able to remain unscathed against so many assaults.
The murmurs from below reached his ears, acting as a catalyst that caused his internal energy to surge uncontrollably.
"Dark Dragon, go."
A Fifth-Stage Spell, which could only be mastered and utilized by a Golden Core Cultivator, was unleashed by him under various conditions.
A deep dragon's roar resonated throughout the venue, showcasing the fierce and massive dragon head, its dark scales, and powerful claws—evidence of this spell's extraordinary nature.
Feeling his internal energy draining like a spring, Yue Chaoran continuously swallowed pills to sustain himself. Enduring the excruciating pain as if his meridians were being torn apart, he commanded the Dark Dragon to attack Zuo Dao.
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