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The person from Feitian Dongcheng was originally from Gan Yuan. The first to emerge from Gan Yuan had once participated in a martial arts exchange conference alongside his master, Xuan Yun San Ren, and made quite an impression at that event.
He remembered the name—Kong Wei—a rare talent from Feitian Dongcheng. Gan Yuan silently reflected on the past. He never expected that after a few years, Kong Wei would become a Golden Core Cultivator and even secure a position as one of the Twelve Earthly Branches' guards. It was truly unimaginable; if he didn't deny it, participating in this mission to Dongshan might indeed make him feel like a frog at the bottom of a well.
Chongguang stood proudly in midair, surveying everyone present. The spies had all fled, leaving behind those who cowered in fear, unsure of what to do. They thought themselves clever, unaware that their little tricks were all seen through by Chongguang.
However, Chongguang paid them no mind; to him, those people were nothing more than clowns. No matter how many came to challenge him, he could handle them all effortlessly.
Kong Wei quickly approached Chongguang. Tiandong City was one of the sects that transmitted the Dao Tradition of Limitless Path in the Dust Realm, and naturally received orders from the Celestial Dao Gate.
Due to the vastness of the Dust Realm and the scattered powers of various sects, Bu Luo decided to first send out disciples below the Foundation Establishment stage to gather information. Once they had news, they would dispatch Golden Core cultivators for support. If it were confirmed, then Jie Donglai would be dealing with ancient monsters of the Nascent Soul stage.
As the Long Spear swept through the air, thick dark clouds enveloped it, transforming it into an even larger spear aimed at Chongguang. Kong Wei showed no hesitation; he understood that this time, the Daoist Sect's intentions were not merely about that broken book but also involved Light Path individuals.
Bu Luo's arrangement aimed to draw out hidden enemies; if he didn't deny it, he could guess their plans. After all, who knew exactly what had transpired in the heavenly realm? It was all too clear.
However, Buqi considered Light Path as their sworn enemy and showed no signs of compromise. Thus, as soon as Kong Wei arrived, he launched a full-scale attack on Chongguang.
Hong Yulong saw someone rushing toward Chongguang and disregarded their identity; after all, an enemy's enemy is a friend. He charged forward with his spear in hand.
Zhang Lin noticed that his flute music had no effect on Chongguang and leaped from his small boat to engage in close combat with him.
Chongguang let out a cold snort, lifting one leg and using the palm of his hand, marked with lunar patterns, to brace against the incoming strike from Kong Wei. With his other leg pressed down, he blocked Zhang Lin's sneak attack from behind, simultaneously shifting his body to evade Hong Yulong's blow.
The trio's assault was clearly far from over.
Taking advantage of the dissipating mist, Hong Yulong thrust his spear at Chongguang, then leaped into the air, disappearing into the fog with the momentum from Chongguang's defense.
Kong Wei, having missed his strike, closed in for close combat with Chongguang. With a flute and a spear at his side, he attacked Chongguang from both sides. Yet, Chongguang remained unfazed, protected by the Pale Pink Light Barrier surrounding him. He effortlessly neutralized their attacks with punches and kicks.
Suddenly, a resounding roar echoed through the sky. A red dragon spiraled through the mist, descending like a galaxy upon Nine Heavens as it lunged toward Chongguang. It soared while swinging its sharp claws, aiming to tear apart the very fabric of the world.
Luchenzhou gazed longingly at the soaring red dragon in the sky. Everyone yearned for power; everyone craved strength, and Luchenzhou was no exception. This was the first time he had witnessed such power that could surpass the Golden Core stage.
The sheer grandeur of it all—the Spiritual Energy radiating from that strike—exceeded anything within the realm of Golden Core practitioners. He had never imagined that someone at the Foundation Establishment Stage could possess such formidable strength. At this thought, Luchenzhou tightened his grip on the sword at his waist.
One day, he would surpass them.
Wei Wuyou seemed to be both silencing Luchenzhou and contemplating his own thoughts. The three individuals battling in the sky were all geniuses among No Genius; how could they be compared to ordinary people?
Yet Wei Wuyou did not retreat. No matter who it was, he would not back down. From being a child in a small village with a destitute family to becoming a standout in Ming Huang Sect, Wei Wuyou had transformed in less than ten years from having nothing to being recognized as a genius youth within the Sect. Now, he was just nineteen years old.
Wei Wuyou believed that given another ten years, he would surpass those who currently dominated the scene. In another decade, he would prove to the entire world that he was not merely a genius within his Sect but also a formidable force in this realm.
Boom!
A tremendous sound erupted, deafening enough to leave those hiding in fear clutching their ears. However, some were caught off guard; their eardrums burst under the pressure, blood trickling from their ears and dripping onto the ground.
Splash!
The red dragon vanished into the water, while Chongguang fell into the depths. All the cultivators stared intently at the surface, fearing that Chongguang would burst forth from the water at any moment.
Hong Yulong returned to the bridge's edge, but did not go to retrieve the box. Zhang Lin and Kong Wei hovered in midair, fixated on the spot where Chongguang had just plunged into the water.
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