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Nine Heavens Peak, Listening to the Waves Cottage.
It was deep winter, the sky heavy and leaden.
A charcoal fire burned in a copper basin inside, occasionally sputtering a few tiny sparks.
Li Yujun sat upright in a rosewood chair, holding a cup of warm honey water in her hands.
She looked out the window; the honey water in the cup gradually cooled, but she didn't drink a drop. After about several dozen breaths, a
faint sound came from the corridor outside the door, footsteps approaching. Then, Nan Zhuoran's voice rang out: "Master." "Come in." Li Yujun came back to her senses, her tone calm, but slightly lower than usual. The door was pushed open, a blast of cold air rushed in, stirring the curtains. Frost still clung to Nan Zhuoran's shoulders. He strode in, his figure like a lone pine tree on a cliff, his aura deep and restrained, his sharpness concealed. Li Yujun silently scanned him with her divine sense, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes. "Has your cultivation been consolidated?" "Reporting to Master, my cultivation has been completely consolidated." Nan Zhuoran bowed respectfully. "Of the three divine abilities passed down from Ancestor Panwu, two have reached perfection, their power increasing by thirty percent compared to before my seclusion." He paused, then continued, "As for the great divine ability, the 'Panwu Seal'... its form is complete, and I have grasped about seventy percent of its true meaning." At this point, Nan Zhuoran raised his eyes, "But with my current foundation of eleven perfected tempering sessions, there should be few below the Grandmaster level who can directly confront me." His words were calm, yet they revealed an almost absolute confidence honed over many years. He had been the head of the true disciples for too long; he had been too successful! "That's good." Li Yujun nodded, gently placing the honey water in her hand on the table. She rose, walked to the window, and used two fingers to part a strip of the bamboo curtain. The distant, gray sky seemed particularly cold and desolate. "Zhuoran," she said without turning around, her voice carrying the chill from outside the window, slowly spreading out, "This competition for the position of Peak Master of Wanfa Peak is of far greater importance than ordinary competitions among true disciples. It is not only a hurdle on your path of cultivation, but also relates to the rise and fall of the Nine Heavens lineage for the next few decades, and even... the changes in the entire Tianbao Upper Sect's structure."
"Then why did Lingxiao Baiyue and Yunshui Lusong personally come to witness the ceremony? Were they really just here to watch the spectacle?"
Li Yujun's tone grew serious. "If you win this battle, you can rightfully take control of a peak, gather resources and momentum, and reach the Grandmaster realm in no time. At that time, the Nine Heavens lineage's position will be as solid as a rock, unshakeable for decades to come."
She broke down her words, explaining everything clearly.
Nan Zhuoran stood quietly listening, his expression as calm as a deep pool.
During his seclusion these past few days, he seemed to be detached from external affairs, yet he had a firm grasp on the situation both inside and outside the sect.
"Disciple understands," Nan Zhuoran said in a deep voice. "In this battle, disciple will go all out, to live up to Master's expectations, and to live up to the Nine Heavens lineage's century-long accumulation."
He hadn't truly fought in a long time.
Since becoming the head of the True Disciples, he had rarely personally participated, spending more time strategizing and planning.
But Chen Qing was like a thunderbolt, dazzling and unstoppable... This series of victories had already challenged his position, which had remained unchallenged for over a decade.
The position of Peak Master of Ten Thousand Laws is unique, and so is the sect's power.
Nan Zhuoran's five fingers clenched slightly within his sleeve, his knuckles silently tapping.
He wasn't afraid of the challenge; on the contrary, he eagerly anticipated this battle.
For so many years, no one had challenged him.
"Zhuoran," Li Yujun's voice softened slightly, "this is just a hurdle. Once you cross it, the snow will clear and the sky will be bright. With the resources of the Peak Master of Ten Thousand Laws position, coupled with your own foundation, you will surely become a Grandmaster within three years. At that time..."
Her eyes suddenly deepened: "At that time, you will have the ability to avenge your master, to avenge the Nine Heavens lineage, to kill that traitor Li Qingyu, and to appease the spirit of your Uncle Luo in heaven!"
The moment the name "Li Qingyu" was uttered, a wisp of Li Yujun's aura uncontrollably overflowed, and the pressure of a Grandmaster caused the room temperature to plummet, and the charcoal fire to suddenly dim.
But she knew full well that she could hardly kill Li Qingyu now. That traitor was lurking deep in the Great Snow Mountain, his strength unfathomable, and he had the Night Clan as his backing.
She placed all her hopes and pent-up hatred on this most outstanding disciple before her.
Looking throughout the sect, he was probably the only one capable of personally killing Li Qingyu.
Nan Zhuoran knelt down, bowing deeply: "Master, rest assured, this disciple will not forget!"
His voice was not loud, but every word was like an ice pick piercing stone.
Li Yujun looked at her disciple kneeling before her, a look of satisfaction in her eyes.
She raised her hand to help him up, saying, "Rise. With such a heart, I... have no regrets."
Nan Zhuoran rose in response, standing
respectfully with his hands at his sides. Li Yujun gazed at him, as if trying to etch his current appearance, along with the gloomy sky outside the window and the biting north wind, into her heart.
After a long while, she slowly said, "These last few days, focus on recuperating. I know your strength well. Chen Qing is good, but ultimately lacks the maturity of years."
Li Yujun had absolute confidence in Nan Zhuoran.
Chen Qing's rise was certainly remarkable, and his talent was undeniable.
However, Nan Zhuoran was a rare talent she had painstakingly sculpted from a rough gem over decades.
"Yes, disciple will remember." Nan Zhuoran bowed again.
"Three days later, I will personally observe the battle." Li Yujun waved her hand, "You may return now."
Nan Zhuoran bowed and withdrew, gently closing the door behind him.
Silence returned to Tingtao Pavilion.
As the day of the battle for the position of Peak Master of Wanfa Peak drew near, a subtle shift occurred throughout the Tianbao Upper Sect.
Inside and outside the mountain gates, and between the various peaks, the disciples' discussions rose and fell, all revolving around the upcoming showdown.
"So, who do you think will win between Senior Brother Chen Qing and Senior Brother Nan Zhuoran?"
"Is that even a question? It's naturally Senior Brother Nan! Senior Brother Nan has completed eleven rounds of tempering, his true essence is already half-solidified, and he's only half a step away from becoming a Grandmaster. The divine power of Ancestor Panwu is also boundless." "
No matter how talented Senior Brother Chen Qing is, his cultivation time is ultimately too short, and his foundation is probably not as strong."
"I don't think so. Senior Brother Chen Qing broke through seven Vajra Platforms in his Buddhist Kingdom trials and received the complete inheritance of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Vajra Body. Moreover, his spear technique... you didn't see the power he displayed when he defeated Senior Brother Zhong Yu!" "
How can Senior Brother Zhong Yu be compared to Senior Brother Nan? Senior Brother Nan has been the head of the true disciples for more than ten years without ever being defeated! Even if Senior Brother Chen Qing is a genius, he will probably have a hard time gaining an advantage against such a foundation."
Although most disciples admired Chen Qing's talent and rapid rise, deep down they still believed that Nan Zhuoran had a better chance of winning.
After all, he was their senior brother whom they had looked up to for over a decade, the sect's acknowledged future pillar.
Not only ordinary disciples, but also the sect's elders and deacons were secretly watching this duel.
Similar private discussions quietly took place in every corner of the sect.
The elders saw further ahead; they knew the outcome of this battle would directly affect the allocation of sect resources, the ownership of power, and even the selection of the next sect leader for decades to come.
Outside the sect, various forces closely connected to the Tianbao Upper Sect were also secretly observing.
In the quiet room of the Zhenwu Peak courtyard,
Chen Qing stood holding his spear, the Jingzhe Spear held horizontally in front of him, its tip slightly lowered, pointing towards the ground.
[Great Brahma Thunder Spear Perfection (19851/20000)]
He had stood there for three full hours, his body motionless, like an ancient pine or a rock.
His blood and qi had long since calmed, his true essence contained within, even his breathing barely perceptible.
Only in his sea of will did thunder surge.
The every move and flow of energy from the Great Brahma Thunder Spear technique flashed repeatedly through
Chen Qing's mind like a revolving lantern. His breathing gradually synchronized with a certain rhythm.
In a daze, he seemed to stand on an endless wasteland, dark clouds overhead, lightning crackling, thunder roaring like a giant drum, shaking heaven and earth.
He held no spear in his hand, yet a spear resided in his heart.
A power, accumulated to its peak, surged within him.
It wasn't anger, nor killing intent, but a majestic and awe-inspiring aura.
It was as if all evil, falsehood, and darkness in the world should be reduced to ashes under this thunder.
"Thunder is the command of heaven, wielding the power of life and death..."
"To slay evil is to show mercy..."
Deep within his consciousness, a vast chant seemed to intertwine with the booming thunder.
Chen Qing's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open!
There was no lightning in the quiet room, but deep within his eyes, a flash of purple lightning seemed to appear and disappear.
"Boom—!"
It wasn't a real sound, but a violent tremor within the sea of will.
The last layer of mist that had lingered in his heart shattered with a deafening roar!
The Jingzhe Spear in his hand, without needing to be activated, spontaneously emitted a humming sound like wind and thunder!
The ancient patterns on the spear seemed to come alive, flowing with a faint purple glow.
At the same time, Chen Qing's aura suddenly changed.
A strange aura, as solid as a mountain yet as violent as thunder, slowly spread out from him. Although
there was no wind in the quiet room, the hem of his robes billowed slightly.
Beneath his skin, dark golden Sanskrit characters reappeared, but this time, wisps of fine purple lightning danced between the characters, intertwining with the golden light of his blood and qi, exuding an aura of both holiness and majesty.
[Heaven rewards diligence, success is inevitable!]
[The ultimate state of the Great Brahma Thunder Spear!] [
Spear Intent: Phoenix Soaring, Gentle Water, Startling Swan, True Martial, Great Sun, Wildfire, Stars, Breaking Army, Great Brahma!]
Nine spear intents!
Chen Qing slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
This breath was long and scorching, carrying a faint trace of burning heat.
He looked at the Jingzhe Spear in his hand.
The spear was still the same spear, but he could feel the newly born Great Brahma Spear Intent contained within it, fierce and violent, slaying evil and breaking through illusions, carrying the grandeur and cruelty of Buddhist thunder magic.
His mind stirred slightly.
The Jingzhe Spear trembled slightly, and a point of purple lightning flickered at the tip of the spear before disappearing.
"It's done."
Chen Qing murmured to himself, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
The comprehension of this Great Brahma Spear Intent was even smoother than he had expected.
Martial arts cultivation is inherently about accumulating strength before unleashing it.
The more spear intents he comprehended, the deeper his martial arts foundation would become, and the more naturally he would progress in cultivating new spear techniques.
In any case, before the decisive battle, the ninth spear intent was finally perfected.
He put away the Jingzhe Spear, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes
to regulate his breathing. The newly comprehended spear intent needed time to consolidate and reach a state of perfect fluency.
He sat there for another two days.
During this time, Qingdai brought him food twice, but seeing that the door to the quiet room was tightly closed, she quietly put down the food box and left without a sound.
Until the morning of the third day.
The door to the meditation room creaked open from the inside.
Chen Qing stepped out.
He had changed into a clean, close-fitting outfit, a leather belt around his waist, and his hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin. He looked neat and efficient, though his expression held a greater serenity than before his seclusion.
Maintaining composure in the face of great events was a deeply ingrained habit.
"Senior Brother," Qingdai said quickly, carrying a heavy, dark gray cloak. "The sky is terribly overcast today. Wear this."
Chen Qing's gaze fell on the cloak in her hand. He paused, then took it.
It felt heavy and warm to the touch, with a delicate texture, made of the finest northern snow fox fur.
"When was this prepared?" Chen Qing asked, draping the cloak over his shoulders.
Qingdai lowered her head slightly: "The elders from the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall sent over some snow fox pelts a couple of days ago. Senior Brother Zhou from Danxia Peak also came, bringing 30% more True Essence Pills than usual."
The Senior Brother Zhou she mentioned was a disciple of Elder Li from Danxia Peak.
Chen Qing fastened the ribbon around his neck without saying a word.
The elders in the sect were all cunning old foxes, quick-witted and adept at assessing situations.
With the decisive battle against Nan Zhuoran imminent, the implications were self-evident.
Within the sect, the various peaks and branches, and even many neutral deacons and elders, were probably all secretly observing.
"Deacon Zhou also said," Qingdai continued softly, "If you need more pills, or require other medicinal herbs, just ask. If Danxia Peak has suitable ones, he can arrange them."
Chen Qing nodded, indicating he understood.
He walked into the courtyard and looked up at the sky.
Lead-gray clouds hung low on the horizon, thick and dense, blocking out any light.
The mountain wind was stronger than usual, howling and carrying a biting, damp chill as it swept through the peaks and pine forests.
Qingdai asked, "I'll go prepare lunch. What would you like to eat, Senior Brother?"
"Something light is fine."
"Okay."
Qingdai turned and walked towards the small kitchen, her steps slightly lighter than usual.
Chen Qing stood alone in the courtyard, letting the fierce mountain wind whip the fur of his cloak.
Tomorrow was the appointed day.
Nan Zhuoran… eleven times he had completed his tempering, possessing the inheritance of the Panwu Ancestor, three supernatural secret techniques, and even possibly hidden trump cards.
This was the strongest person Chen Qing had ever encountered, who had held the top position among the sect's true disciples for many years, his strength unfathomable.
All his thoughts swirled in his mind, finally settling into a calm.
Chen Qing gazed at the somber sky, which seemed about to fall, and murmured to himself, "It's going to snow today."
The appointed day, early morning.
Before dawn, the snowflakes had already turned into goose feather-like flakes, fluttering down.
The snowfall was fierce, and in less than half an hour, the sprawling peaks of the Tianbao Upper Sect were blanketed in white.
Snow piled high on the eaves and brackets of palaces and pavilions, and silvery branches adorned the branches of ancient pines and cypresses. Even the usually bustling sea of clouds appeared silent and blurred amidst the swirling snow.
The Seven Star Platform, located beside the main peak, was already covered in a thick layer of snow.
However, in stark contrast to this desolate snowscape, the area around the Seven Star Platform was teeming with people, the crowd growing ever larger.
Today's duel between true disciples was of far greater scale and significance than ever before.
Inner disciples were allowed to stand within a few dozen feet of the Seven Star Platform, while a dense crowd of outer disciples craned their necks to watch, their excitement and curiosity undiminished even by the biting wind and snow.
Disciples from the Enforcement Peak mingled among them, maintaining order and ensuring the viewing area was clearly defined and no one overstepped its boundaries.
Han Guxi, the head of the True Martial lineage, had arrived early that day.
He stood at the forefront of the Zhenwu lineage's viewing area, dressed in plain blue robes with a matching cloak.
His gaze was calm as he looked at the Seven Star Platform, now covered in snow.
Elder Pei Tingchun, the Transmission Elder, stood half a step behind him, also watching the swirling snow, and murmured, "It's been many years since I've seen such heavy snow. I remember the last time was the year before the Hundred Sects Selection..."
"Yes," Han Guxi nodded, "The snow was heavy that year too."
Besides Han Guxi and Pei Tingchun, several elders and deacons of the Zhenwu lineage were also present.
Qu He stood slightly behind Pei Tingchun, his gaze constantly sweeping across the Nine Heavens lineage's camp opposite, then towards the entrance of the Seven Star Platform.
The clash between the top and second-ranked Transmission Elders, and the determination of the Wanfa Peak Master's position, was sure to be a nerve-wracking spectacle.
Opposite, in the Nine Heavens lineage's viewing area,
Lineage Master Li Yujun was already seated.
Today, she wore a robe adorned with flowing cloud patterns from the Nine Heavens Peak, over which she wore a snow-white fox fur coat. Her gaze was calm, except for a flicker of anticipation deep within her eyes when she looked towards the Seven Star Platform.
Behind her, almost all the experts of the Nine Heavens lineage were present.
Several elders with profound auras stood solemnly, among them were some at the peak of the True Essence Realm. Xing
Han, the peak master of the Enforcement Peak, was also among them, while another elder at the peak of the True Essence Realm, Luo Ziming, was conversing quietly with his colleague beside him.
"Junior Brother Nan has been in seclusion for many days, and his aura has become increasingly unfathomable."
Luo Ziming's tone was full of praise. "He has completed eleven tempering sessions, half-solidified his true essence, and the divine power of Ancestor Panwu is unparalleled. Although Chen Qing is amazing, he has only been cultivating for a short time, and his foundation is probably not as strong."
"Junior Nephew Nan's chances of winning this battle are over 70%."
An elder beside him stroked his beard and agreed: "Elder Luo is right. Junior Nephew Zhuoran is calm and composed, and his foundation is extremely solid. Chen Qing's talent is excellent, and his series of encounters are also remarkable, but martial arts cultivation ultimately requires time to settle."
"Junior Nephew Zhuoran has been the top disciple for more than ten years, and he did not do so for nothing."
Their discussion was not deliberately suppressed, and the disciples of the Zhenwu lineage around them couldn't help but feel a little heavier in their hearts.
Even the disciple who supported Chen Qing the most had to admit that, judging from the strength on paper and past battle records, Nan Zhuoran did have a clear advantage.
The viewing areas for the Yu Chen and Xuan Yang lineages were already bustling with people.
While Su Muyun, the leader of the Yu Chen lineage, and Ke Tianzong, the leader of the Xuan Yang lineage, were not present, the elders and true disciples of both lineages were. Ji Yunliang,
the third-ranked true disciple, stood quietly before the Xuan Yang disciples. His aura was more restrained and composed than when he last fought Chen Qing. Although he hadn't gone to Taiyi Spirit Ruins, he had clearly not slacked off during this time, and his cultivation had steadily improved.
Zhang Baicheng and Luo Chengxuan stood beside him.
Besides those from their respective sects, guests from the Yunshui Upper Sect and Lingxiao Upper Sect were also seated on the VIP viewing platform.
Elder Lu Song of the Yunshui Sect adjusted his sleeves, looked at the swirling snow outside the window, and smiled at Lin Haiqing beside him, "The Tianbao Sect has certainly chosen an auspicious day. The wind and snow add to the somber atmosphere. Today, we're in for a good show. I wonder what sparks these two prodigies of Tianbao will ignite."
Lin Haiqing's gaze calmly fell on the Seven Star Platform, and he said in a low voice, "I share the same curiosity."
These two were his opponents, the people he would face in the future, which was why he had come to witness the ceremony.
Could Chen Qing force Nan Zhuoran to use his full strength?
On the other side, Bai Yue of the Lingxiao Sect also instructed Zhou Xiang behind him, "Watch carefully. This level of competition will greatly benefit you, especially your ability to adapt to changing circumstances. True masters often excel in these details."
Zhou Xiang nodded solemnly, concentrating intently, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.
The spies of Tianbo City and Jingwu Guard, along with other forces, were also secretly embedded within, spying on the situation for their respective masters.
Just as everyone was whispering and waiting for the protagonist to appear, a figure instantly attracted many eyes.
The newcomer wore an old gray robe, his figure hunched and thin; it was none other than Hua Yunfeng, the peak master of Yufeng.
He didn't exchange pleasantries with anyone, but silently walked to a spot not far from Han Guxi and stood looking towards the Seven Star Platform.
However, his appearance drew the attention of Lu Song and Bai Yue on the VIP viewing platform.
These two outer sect masters were clearly quite wary of this mysterious figure who had once led the Tianbao Upper Sect and later fallen into obscurity at Yufeng.
"Hua Yunfeng... he actually came too," Bai Yue murmured, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
Lu Song stroked his beard, lost in thought.
Many disciples below the platform, especially the younger generation, cast curious glances at Hua Yunfeng.
This legendary former sect leader, the master of Prison Peak, usually elusive and rarely seen, had actually come to watch the battle today, undoubtedly adding weight to the duel in everyone's eyes.
The snow fell harder and harder, thicker and thicker.
The goose-feather-like snowflakes almost formed a curtain, obstructing visibility, and the howling wind swirled the snow on the platform, creating wisps of misty snow fog.
However, everyone's gaze pierced through the wind and snow, firmly fixed on the entrance to the Seven Star Platform.
For the true protagonist of the day was about to make his appearance.
The first to step into the snowstorm was Nan Zhuoran.
His steps were steady and unhurried, each step leaving only a very shallow mark on the snow, as if he carried a thousand pounds yet handled it with ease.
His figure was as upright as a pine tree, his face calm, without joy or sorrow, only his eyes shone astonishingly brightly in the wind and snow, like cold stars on a snowfield.
He walked straight to the Seven Star Platform and stood there, then slowly raised his head, gazing at the still-snowy sky, as if talking to himself, or perhaps to Chen Qing.
"I can't remember the last time I stepped onto this Seven Star Platform."
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the wind and snow, reaching the ears of everyone present.
His calm words carried a certain confidence.
Ever since learning of Ji Yunliang's defeat at Chen Qing's hands, he knew that a battle between the two was inevitable.
In this world, status and position always have an order of precedence.
And he, Nan Zhuoran, was used to being number one, and wanted to remain number one.
Therefore, he was waiting, waiting for an opponent within the sect who could truly pique his interest.
In the wind and snow, another figure stepped onto the Seven Star Platform from another direction.
Chen Qing wore a dark gray snow fox fur cloak over his shoulders, with a close-fitting outfit underneath. The Jingzhe Spear wasn't in his hand, but rather strapped to his back, wrapped in strips of cloth.
He walked slowly, but each step was firm, leaving clear footprints in the snow, which were then covered by falling snow.
He reached a position slightly to the right of the center of the platform, standing about ten feet away from Nan Zhuoran. He also looked up at the swirling snow before his gaze fell on Nan Zhuoran.
Hearing Nan Zhuoran's words, Chen Qing brushed the snow off his shoulders and calmly replied,
"I remember very clearly that the first time I stepped onto this platform was in my duel with Junior Brother Han Xiong."
His tone was equally calm, as if he were recounting a past event unrelated to himself.
But these words sent a chill down the spines of many disciples below the platform who knew of Chen Qing's rise to power.
From standing out in the selection of the Hundred Sects to standing here now, vying with the head of the True Disciples for the position of Peak Master, only a few short years had passed.
The leap in that time was astonishing.
Hearing this, Han Xiong below the platform inexplicably straightened his chest.
He still remembered that day, when he was full of vigor, only to be defeated by Chen Qing with a single spear thrust on this Seven Star Platform, fainting on the spot.
But now, when this name was casually mentioned by Senior Brother Chen, who was about to compete for the position of Peak Master, it seemed to be coated with a different kind of halo.
That defeat was not a disgrace, but rather became the connecting point between Han Xiong and this senior brother, becoming a kind of "qualification" that others could only dream of.
He subconsciously looked around and indeed caught a few slightly envious glances, which made him stand up straighter, as if the defeat that day had quietly transformed into a qualification that could be boasted about.
Snow fell between the two of them, and was then dispersed by an invisible aura, forming a hazy barrier, yet making their figures exceptionally clear in the flying snowflakes.
Nan Zhuoran looked at Chen Qing, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
He was not from the bottom, and had been accompanied by praise and resources since birth, but he knew everything about Chen Qing. It was by no means any earth-shattering talent, and was even initially unremarkable. It was a true struggle, a struggle from the dust, grasping every opportunity until it bled, before finally standing in front of him.
This journey was completely different from his smooth, unobstructed path.
Nan Zhuoran took a deep breath and said calmly, "I've walked this road for a long time. I don't want to give way, and I can't give way." "
So I came," Chen Qing replied succinctly and forcefully.
The wind and snow seemed to freeze for a moment.
The two stood ten feet apart, their gazes meeting in the air, as if tangible lightning flashed.
Nan Zhuoran's aura grew increasingly powerful, with faint mountain shadows flashing behind him.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm up, a falling snowflake silently disappearing an inch above his palm.
"Very good," Nan Zhuoran said, "Then let me see how much weight you've grasped to get to this point."
Opposite him, Chen Qing untied the ribbon around his neck, then grasped the strip of cloth wrapped around the Jingzhe Spear on his back and slowly tore it open.
The coarse cloth fell to the ground, revealing the spear.
He didn't immediately assume a stance, but simply pointed the spear diagonally at the snow beside him.
The wind and snow howled, and the vast Seven Star Platform fell into a frozen silence for a moment.
Only the sound of falling snow and the rising energy of the two people on the stage were silently pulling and stirring each other.
Two immense and unparalleled auras erupted like dormant volcanoes, or like two angry dragons breaking free of their shackles, soaring into the sky from the two figures!
These two terrifying auras collided violently in the center of the Seven Star Platform!
An invisible shockwave exploded, forcefully pushing aside the thick snow piled up in the center of the platform.
A gale, carrying snow dust, formed a visible white ring that rapidly spread outwards.
Ten feet above the platform, snow could not penetrate, and the wind could not reach.
Only two figures stood like reefs, unyielding in the eye of the storm.
Below the platform, all discussions and whispers vanished completely at this moment.
Whether they were peak masters and elders of various sects, inner and outer disciples, or distinguished guests from the outer sect, everyone stared at the two figures on the platform.
Han Guxi let out a soft breath.
Li Yujun, who had been sitting upright, leaned forward imperceptibly.
Lin Haiqing also abandoned his previous casualness, his expression becoming solemn.
Ji Yunliang, Huo Qiushui, Zhang Baicheng, Luo Chengxuan, and others felt the terrifying pressure emanating from afar, their minds trembling.
The snow continued to fall.
But time on the Seven Star Platform seemed to have frozen.
Nan Zhuoran lightly pushed the hilt of his sword with his thumb, and a clear, resonant sword cry suddenly tore through the curtain of wind and snow.
"Please."
Chen Qing twisted his wrist, the Jingzhe Spear changing from a slanted finger to a horizontal stance, its tip pointing towards Nan Zhuoran's brow, a cold glint condensing and refusing to dissipate in the wind and snow.
"Please."
As the words fell, the snow swirled wildly.
(End of Chapter)
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