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Chen Qing moved first.
His figure shifted from stillness to motion without warning, his entire being like an arrow piercing the air, tearing through the swirling snow.
"Boom—!"
The dense snow, swept up by the sudden burst of wind, transformed into a twisting, swirling white mist before him, like a roaring snow dragon! This movement was incredibly fast. Most of the True Yuan Realm disciples below the
stage only saw a blur before their eyes. Chen Qing's original position was now just a blur, his true body already carrying the snow dragon mist, traversing ten zhang, the tip of the Awakening Spear gleaming with a cold light, piercing straight for Nan Zhuoran's throat! Before the spear even arrived, the extremely refined spear intent, like an ice spike piercing to the bone, had already locked onto its target. "So fast!" Not to mention the disciples at the True Essence Realm, even Ji Yunliang, the third-ranked disciple, had his pupils shrink, his heart filled with shock. He considered himself strong, but Chen Qing's sudden burst of speed was already beyond his visual perception! He was astonished to find that in just over a month, Chen Qing's strength had improved to such a terrifying degree? Nan Zhuoran also felt a chill. He had expected Chen Qing to launch a preemptive attack, but he hadn't anticipated that the momentum and speed of this first strike would be so terrifying, as if the surrounding snow and wind had become part of the spear's power, making the man and the environment one, rushing towards him with the might of heaven and earth! But he was, after all, Nan Zhuoran, the head of the True Essence Realm, a peerless figure who had suppressed all the geniuses of his generation for over a decade. In a flash, Nan Zhuoran had already gathered all his distracting thoughts, his right hand clenched, and true essence surged from his palm! "Clang—!" A clear, dragon-like sword cry resounded through the snowy sky! The blade was a dark, black iron color, except for a single line of bright white at the edge, which reflected a chilling light amidst the swirling snow. Fine, flowing lightning patterns ran along its surface; it was none other than the Nine Heavens lineage's treasured sword , the Mountain-Suppressing Thunder Blade! Nan Zhuoran neither retreated nor dodged, his aura erupting with a deafening roar! He activated the Nine Heavens Thunderclap Technique at full power, his true essence, like a dormant thunder pool, suddenly awakened, surging and roaring! Fine arcs of purple electricity crackled and shot from his pores, instantly vaporizing the snow within a three-foot radius around him, forming a misty haze!
The Zhenyue Thunder Blade seemed to come alive in his hands, its blade gleaming with lightning patterns, transforming into a streak of purple lightning that met the spear's piercing light through the wind and snow with a fierce strike!
The blade's momentum was as heavy as a collapsing mountain, yet as swift as lightning falling from the heavens!
It was none other than the Nine Heavens Lineage's supreme sword technique, "Nine Heavens Soaring Blade," the first strike of Thunder and Mountain!
Nan Zhuoran had already used seventy percent of his strength
in this strike. Ordinary experts who had undergone nine rounds of True Essence tempering would likely not even be able to touch the blade before being overwhelmed by its immense pressure, their blood churning and their bones softening.
The two immediately clashed, like needles against wheat awns, blade against spear tip!
All the experts who could clearly see the situation on the stage felt a sudden tightening in their hearts.
They knew that Nan Zhuoran was not afraid of this clash!
His own cultivation had reached the eleventh round of True Essence tempering perfection, his True Essence was half-solidified, and his foundation was solid, making him a rare talent in the True Essence Realm.
Although Chen Qing was exceptionally talented and possessed divine marksmanship, if he were to fall into a disadvantageous position in the first direct confrontation, given Nan Zhuoran's strength, temperament, and combat experience, his subsequent attacks would undoubtedly be relentless and overwhelming!
At that point, Chen Qing might have no chance to breathe and would be completely suppressed!
In the blink of an eye, many seemed to have already foreseen the outcome of this battle.
However—
"Buzz!"
Just a moment before the blade and spear tip were about to collide, a sudden change occurred!
Chen Qing's lightning-fast figure suddenly increased in speed again! The
blood and qi within his body ignited as if thousands of furnaces were simultaneously burning, boiling violently!
The physical power of the eighth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Vajra Body erupted without reservation, his muscles and bones roaring like the cry of a dragon and the roar of an elephant!
At the same time, the Tai Xu True Scripture circulated at an unprecedented speed, the true essence in his dantian, like liquid glass, surged wildly, flowing into his limbs and bones, and into the Jingzhe Spear in his hand!
"Swoosh—!"
Chen Qing's body erupted with energy, completely shattering the long dragon of snow mist that was engulfing him!
His figure trailed a blurry blue trajectory in the swirling snow, as if he had split in two and then merged back into one in an instant!
His speed was incredibly fast!
Nan Zhuoran frowned slightly. His thunderous slash had lost its perfect point of force due to the opponent's surge in speed.
But his will was unwavering, and his impending change of tactics was swift and unparalleled. With a twist of his wrist, the Zhenyue Thunder Blade maintained its momentum, its blade slightly tilted, changing from a straight slash to a diagonal sweep. The blade still precisely aimed at the seven-inch mark of the Jingzhe Spear, attempting to use skill to overcome force and deflect the spear's momentum with the power of thunder!
But Chen Qing's change of tactics was even faster and more unpredictable!
The spear aimed straight for Nan Zhuoran's throat, when it was still a foot away from Nan Zhuoran's neck, suddenly trembled, conjuring three illusory, indistinguishable cold stars, pointing at Nan Zhuoran's brow, throat, and heart!
A feint?
No!
The three cold stars were all imbued with fierce spear intent, seemingly all real attacks!
Nan Zhuoran's eyes sharpened, the Zhenyue Thunder Blade's lightning surged, and its momentum changed again, transforming into an impenetrable curtain of purple lightning, instantly enveloping all three cold stars!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Three crisp, almost simultaneous clanging sounds rang out, sparks and lightning flashing wildly at the point of impact!
However, the instant the third clang rang out, Chen Qing's Jingzhe Spear, using the slight recoil, twisted and sprang like a serpent, its tip tracing an unbelievable arc, grazing the spine of the Zhenyue Thunder Blade, accompanied by a piercing metallic scraping sound, and with lightning speed, thrust towards Nan Zhuoran's left shoulder, which was slightly exposed due to his sword swing!
This sudden change of move completely shattered the barriers of conventional spear techniques, perfectly blending the soft, winding essence of the Soft Water Spear Intent with the swift and unpredictable nature of the Startling Swan Spear Intent, like a gazelle hanging its horns, leaving no trace!
Nan Zhuoran, after all, was Nan Zhuoran. Though startled, he remained composed. His footwork shifted subtly, his body drifting back half a step like a willow catkin in the wind. At the same time, his left palm rose, gathering lightning in its center, and he struck the side of the spear tip with a palm strike!
"Bang!"
The palm strike collided with the spear's force, producing a dull thud.
Nan Zhuoran used the force to retreat half a step, regaining his balance.
However, on his left arm, three inches from his shoulder, a tear about an inch long appeared on the black sleeve of his robe!
Although it didn't injure the flesh, the clean cut was clearly made by the sharp spear energy!
Although it was only a torn piece of cloth, it was so conspicuous on the snow-covered Seven Star Platform!
The entire arena fell silent!
In the viewing area of the Nine Heavens lineage, many people craned their necks, their faces showing disbelief and horror.
"Senior Brother Nan... was at a disadvantage from the very beginning? How is this possible?!"
"That Chen Chenqing's speed... and the variations in his spear technique... it's simply unbelievable!"
"With just one probing move, he forced True Disciple Nan to retreat and even damaged his sleeve..."
Even elders like Luo Ziming, who had the most confidence in Nan Zhuoran, couldn't help but change their expressions slightly, their eyes becoming serious.
Bai Yue whispered, "This spear technique transcends mere form and structure; every move is a killing blow!"
Lin Haiqing of the Yunshui Sect stared intently at Chen Qing's figure on the stage.
Elder Lu Song beside him also lost his relaxed demeanor, muttering, "This boy's talent in spear fighting is likely even greater than the rumors suggest..."
The disciples below the stage were even more excited. They had expected a one-sided victory, but unexpectedly, Chen Qing had given everyone a huge surprise right from the start!
The wind and snow continued to rage.
On the stage, Nan Zhuoran glanced down at the tear in his sleeve, his face showing no anger, but rather a slow smile, though deep within that smile was an increasingly fierce fighting spirit.
"Very good, this is more interesting."
He said softly, slightly raising the Zhenyue Thunder Blade in his hand, the lightning patterns on the blade subdued, yet giving off an even more dangerous feeling.
Chen Qing stood holding his spear, the Jingzhe Spear pointing diagonally at the snow, the tip still trembling slightly.
In that fleeting exchange, he seemed to have gained a slight advantage, but he knew in his heart that the tear in his sleeve was more a result of his opponent losing the initiative.
Chen Qing said no more, and the snow beneath his feet exploded with a deafening roar!
His waist twisted violently like a taut bow, his power flowing from his feet through his legs, waist, back, and shoulders, finally converging in his arms!
The Jingzhe Spear, following his twisting body, traced a violent semi-circular trajectory, sweeping away thousands of troops with overwhelming force, stirring up snow and fierce winds, and sweeping towards Nan Zhuoran's waist!
Boom!
The intense heat of the Great Sun Spear Intent and the unstoppable advance of the Breaking Army Spear Intent merged!
This spear strike no longer pursued extreme speed and unpredictability, but perfectly combined physical strength, powerful true energy, and explosive spear intent, using force to overcome skill and overwhelming the opponent with momentum!
The spear wind howled, and the air roared wherever it passed!
The snow stirred up by the spear's force didn't scatter; instead, it was forcibly condensed by the violent power, transforming into countless sharp, blade-like snow blades, mixed within the spear's energy, surging towards Nan Zhuoran like a tidal wave! The sheer
power was terrifying!
Facing this ferocious attack, Nan Zhuoran neither dodged nor evaded, but instead took a step forward!
"Well done! Let me show you what the power of Panwu truly is!"
He gripped the hilt of the Zhenyue Thunder Blade with both hands, his aura suddenly becoming incredibly heavy!
It was as if a giant had awakened from slumber!
A vast aura, suppressing the eight wastelands and supporting the heavens and earth, rose from within him!
The Zhenyue Thunder Blade emitted a heavy, mountain-like hum; the lightning patterns on the blade vanished, replaced by a dark, heavy, earthy-yellow light!
Faint shadows of mountains and rivers appeared on the blade's edge!
Nan Zhuoran exhaled, raising his longsword, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, to meet the sweeping, earth-shattering spear aura head-on!
There was no thunderous ferocity, only the solidity of the earth and an unstoppable suppressive force!
"Boom—!!!!!!!"
The sword and spear clashed for the third time!
This time, the sound was far superior to the previous two!
It was like two mountains crashing together, or a meteorite falling to earth!
The terrifying force of the clash exploded between the two, creating a terrifying air blast over three zhang in diameter!
The solidified spear and sword auras were compressed fiercely, then shattered, transforming into countless sharp bursts of energy that shot wildly in all directions!
"Buzz—!"
In the center of the platform, the snow had already been completely cleared, revealing the hard, iron-like blue granite surface beneath.
At this moment, centered on the point of their clash, fragments of stone mixed with snow dust were swept high into the air by the violent shockwave, then pressed down by the falling snow, forming a chaotic snow mist.
In the snow and mist, two figures simultaneously slid backward!
Chen Qing tapped his feet repeatedly, retreating a full seven steps before regaining his footing. His arm holding the spear was slightly numb, and his blood surged.
He looked up, his fighting spirit intensifying.
Nan Zhuoran also slid backward, retreating seven steps as well.
Clearly, in a pure clash of strength, Chen Qing, possessing the secret techniques of Buddhist body tempering, was in no way inferior to him.
His hands gripping the blade were as steady as a rock, though the earthen-yellow light on the blade had dimmed slightly.
However, before Nan Zhuoran could fully recover, Chen Qing's attack came again!
He gave his opponent no chance to breathe, the Jingzhe Spear trembled, and the spear shadow rose again!
Nan Zhuoran's expression was solemn, the Zhenyue Thunder Blade danced in his hand like a wheel, the blade light transforming into layers of light curtains, protecting his body completely.
"Clang clang clang clang clang…!"
The dense, stormy sounds of collisions rang out continuously, almost drowning out the howling of the wind and snow!
Each collision burst forth with dazzling sparks and surging true energy, constantly scattering and regrouping the surrounding snow mist.
The two figures moved at high speed amidst the swirling snow and chaotic energy!
So fast that only two blurry shadows, one green and one black, remained, along with the crisscrossing, dazzling spear and blade lights!
Snowflakes landed a few feet around them, only to be pulverized by the violent energy.
The whirlwind that reached them was distorted by an invisible force field.
Below the stage, all was silent.
Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the two figures on the stage, almost melted into the snow.
Even many elders at the late True Yuan Realm had solemn expressions and were deeply moved.
This level of combat far exceeded the scope of ordinary True Yuan Realm duels!
"Too fast… we can't even see the changes in their moves!" An inner disciple widened his eyes, but to no avail.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than dozens of blows!
In the storm of attacks, Chen Qing circulated and utilized his spear intent endlessly, his spear momentum like a mighty river, subtly suppressing Nan Zhuoran's sword momentum!
Although Nan Zhuoran's defense was impregnable, and he managed to deflect Chen Qing's killing moves, his counterattacks became fewer and fewer, and he was mostly on the defensive!
Chen Qing's momentum grew stronger with each strike!
The Jingzhe Spear seemed perfectly aligned with his will, each strike exquisitely precise, forcing Nan Zhuoran to retreat continuously.
"Boom!"
Another hard clash, spear tip colliding with blade.
Nan Zhuoran used the momentum to retreat three zhang, temporarily escaping Chen Qing's relentless onslaught.
His chest heaved slightly, his breathing no longer as steady as before, and the tiger's mouth of his right hand holding the blade felt faintly numb!
He looked up at Chen Qing, who stood ten zhang away, spear in hand. Although Chen Qing's aura was also surging, his face slightly flushed, his eyes shone like cold stars in a snowy night, showing no signs of fatigue!
In this previous round of fierce attacks, Nan Zhuoran had actually fallen slightly behind in both momentum and appearance!
Although it was only a slight disadvantage, far from being decisive, for Nan Zhuoran, who had been invincible among his generation for over a decade, always crushing his opponents with absolute superiority, it was an unprecedented experience!
The wind and snow howled, sweeping between the two.
"Hoo!"
Nan Zhuoran slowly exhaled, the white mist instantly condensing in the cold air.
He looked at Chen Qing, his smile completely vanishing, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.
"Ten tempering stages, Chen Qing has actually reached the tenth tempering stage?"
Li Yujun, watching from below the stage, frowned, the composure of a lineage leader barely able to suppress the shock in his heart.
Ten tempering stages were no small feat; they were an extremely difficult threshold to cross in the True Essence Realm, requiring not only a massive accumulation of resources but also a special tempering method.
He was a disciple of Luo Zhixian, who broke through to the Grandmaster level after ten tempering stages. Could it be... that his senior brother passed on the secret method to him?
Or perhaps, Chen Qing truly had another encounter, gaining the favor of some ancestor within the sect?
For a moment, the Grandmasters on the stage stirred their divine senses, secretly pondering.
Their original assessment of Chen Qing seemed to need to be raised even higher.
Ten temperings represent not only combat strength, but also a solid foundation and astonishing potential on the path to becoming a Grandmaster.
However, since Luo Zhixian had already undergone ten temperings, many people didn't think much of it beyond his lineage. Only Li Yujun, Luo Ziming, and others who had long suspected that Chen Qing might be related to the lineage of a certain ancestor of the sect, now had even deeper doubts.
On the stage, Nan Zhuoran's aura had reached its peak.
He formed a hand seal with his left hand, pointed his right hand to the sky, and his mantra exploded like thunder:
"Nine Heavens Respond to the Origin, Thunder Spreads Universally!"
The eight words he uttered were like heavy hammer blows striking the air, causing the primordial energy of heaven and earth to resonate wildly!
This was one of the Nine Heavens lineage's secret techniques for suppressing the meridians, Heavenly Thunder Infusion!
"Boom—!!"
The sky above changed color, and a bolt of purple lightning as thick as an ancient tree tore down from the thick clouds, pouring precisely into Nan Zhuoran's raised fingertips!
In an instant, lightning crackled and sparked around him, his hair stood on end, and his eyes turned a pure purple. He seemed to have emerged from a pool of lightning, his power surging!
"Take my strike!"
Nan Zhuoran roared like thunder, his voice shaking the surrounding area.
He gripped the Zhenyue Thunder Blade with both hands, pouring all the vast heavenly lightning power he had just infused into the blade, along with the powerful true essence he had honed through eleven tempering sessions, into the blade!
Lightning patterns on the blade erupted with blinding light, and the air around the blade exploded with a sonic boom!
He slashed out!
"Boom—!!!!!!"
This strike was no longer an ordinary blade aura, but a thunderous river of light, several meters wide, condensing the might of heaven and human strength!
Where the blade passed, the air was completely torn apart, leaving a charred, vacuum-like trail as it slashed down towards Chen Qing!
The experts at the ninth level of the True Essence Realm all paled at this moment, instinctively taking a half step back. They felt the lingering force of the blade causing their blood and qi to stagnate and their skin to sting.
This attack from Nan Zhuoran was clearly no longer holding back; he had used his true strength.
Combined with his terrifyingly powerful eleventh level of tempering foundation, the power of this strike was enough to easily kill an ordinary ninth-level tempering expert!
Before the blade even arrived, the snow within three zhang of Chen Qing had completely vaporized, and the blue granite on the ground cracked under the weight.
Facing this strike that seemed like divine punishment, Chen Qing unhesitatingly used his life-saving technique, the Nine Shadows Escape Technique!
The moment the thunderous blade struck, Chen Qing's figure suddenly blurred, like a reflection in water being scattered by a pebble!
"Pfft!"
The blade flashed, instantly tearing apart and annihilating the afterimage left by Chen Qing!
"This!?"
The crowd below was stunned, thinking Chen Qing had been cleaved into ashes by a single strike.
But the next moment—
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"...
Five figures appeared simultaneously in five different locations on the Seven Star Platform, like ghosts, each occupying a corner!
These were the five clones created by Chen Qing using the Nine Shadows Escape Technique!
Each figure possessed a solid aura, and their true essence fluctuations were extremely similar to the original body. Holding the Jingzhe Spear, their cold gazes locked onto Nan Zhuoran in the center.
Nan Zhuoran's sword missed its mark, but the momentum of the strike remained, leaving a scorched mark more than ten feet long on the arena, with lightning crackling and leaping within it.
He sheathed his sword and stood there, his gaze sweeping over the five figures around him. His expression remained calm, but a trace of solemnity flashed deep in his eyes.
He had heard of this clone technique before, but only by experiencing it firsthand did he truly understand its mysteries.
The five clones' auras were connected, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. What was even more troublesome was...
"Roar—!!!"
Almost simultaneously, the five Chen Qing clones' chests slightly bulged, and they all opened their mouths!
A high-pitched, desolate roar, seemingly emanating from the end of a snowstorm, exploded forth!
This roar didn't travel through the air; it directly affected the spiritual consciousness of everyone present!
A divine technique! The Dragon's Roar Hidden in the Snowstorm!
The combined power of the five dragon roars more than doubled!
In an instant, the entire Seven Star Platform seemed to be dragged into a frigid illusion of a raging blizzard and lurking ice dragons!
A biting wind arose, swirling wildly with swirling snowflakes, and the temperature plummeted, freezing everything in its path.
The dragon roars contained a terrifying, mind-shaking attack, like invisible ice spikes piercing fiercely towards Nan Zhuoran in the center!
Even though this divine technique was not yet fully developed due to the lack of the crucial "dragon essence blood," under the favorable conditions of wind and snow, and simultaneously unleashed by five clones, its power had reached an astonishing level!
Many disciples with weaker cultivation levels below the stage, even those far away, were instantly pale and staggered backward when struck by the aftershocks of the dragon's roar.
Nan Zhuoran, bearing the brunt of the attack, felt an icy, bone-chilling will surge towards him like a tidal wave, attempting to freeze his true essence and slow his spiritual reaction.
"Hmph!"
Nan Zhuoran snorted coldly, his eyes flashing even brighter.
He wasn't fundamentally shaken by the spiritual attack, but his movements were indeed slightly affected.
In that split second, the five clones of Chen Qing moved!
They simultaneously exerted force with their feet, their figures transforming into five streaks of light tearing through the wind and snow, thrusting their spears at Nan Zhuoran from five different directions!
The spears were actually killing moves that combined different spear intents, sealing off all of Nan Zhuoran's escape routes!
Facing this combined attack from five directions, Nan Zhuoran dared not be careless in the slightest.
His true essence erupted like a volcano, and he roared, "Panwu Qingtian, Lizhen Shanhe!"
A powerful aura awakened from his flesh and bones!
A divine technique! The Mountain-Supporting Strength!
This technique is not an offensive move, but rather a brief burst of physical potential to its limit, granting terrifying strength and defense capable of supporting mountains!
Nan Zhuoran's figure seemed to instantly grow three inches taller, his muscles bulging yet not bulky, earthen-yellow runes flowing beneath his skin, emanating a profound aura of "immovable as a mountain, impervious to all attacks."
He gripped his sword with both hands, no longer pursuing intricate variations, but instead using the Mountain-Suppressing Thunder Blade as a massive mountain-splitting pestle, sweeping it horizontally around him in the simplest yet most domineering manner!
The sword light transformed into an extremely refined earthen-yellow arc, seemingly bearing the weight of the earth, expanding outwards from him!
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Five deafening explosions rang out almost simultaneously!
The spear tips of the five clones pierced the expanding earthen-yellow sword arc almost at the same time!
A violent clash of forces!
The five clones were struck as if by lightning, their bodies trembling violently. Two of them even turned into smoke with a "poof," unable to withstand the recoil and disintegrating prematurely!
The remaining three clones were also sent flying backward, their spear momentum collapsing.
Nan Zhuoran, however, seemed rooted to the spot, forcefully withstanding the combined attack of the five spears, his body only swaying slightly.
"Such powerful force!"
Chen Qing's main body appeared in the distance, his blood surging, his heart filled with shock.
The amplification of power by this "Mountain-Supporting Heaven Force" was simply inconceivable.
"Chen Qing, there are some things you can't take away!"
Nan Zhuoran's clear voice was like a thunderclap from the heavens, suppressing the howling wind and snow.
He gave Chen Qing no chance to breathe, pushing the "Nine Heavens Thunderclap Technique" to its unprecedented limit!
"Buzz—!!!"
Centered on him, the milky white light above the entire Seven Star Platform was completely dispelled!
Instead, layers upon layers of thick, leaden black thunderclouds appeared!
Golden lightning bolts crackled and popped within the clouds, a destructive divine might enveloping the entire Seven Star Platform!
"This is…?!" Xie Fengyao, the peak master of Lingfeng Peak, was filled with disbelief. "Is this really something a True Yuan Realm expert could cause?"
Not only him, but all the True Yuan Realm experts present, especially those in the later stages, were horrified, shaking their heads inwardly.
They knew that even standing on the edge of these thunderclouds, they would be electrified by the escaping lightning, let alone being at the center.
The strength of these two had already exceeded their understanding of the 'True Yuan Realm.'
The grandmasters on the platform, except for Hua Yunfeng who remained indifferent, all frowned and looked on.
Li Yujun unconsciously gripped the armrests of her chair, her eyes filled with both anticipation and a hint of nervousness.
Han Guxi and Pei Tingchun exchanged a glance, both seeing deep worry in each other's eyes.
On the outer sect's viewing platform, Bai Yue of the Lingxiao Upper Sect, Lu Song of the Yunshui Sect, and even Lin Haiqing, who had remained calm throughout, all straightened their backs, their gazes fixed on the center of the thunderclouds.
Nan Zhuoran stood beneath the thunderclouds, his body crackling with lightning, like a thunderbolt descending to earth.
He slowly raised his hands, his left hand outstretched, his right hand forming a sword-like gesture, tracing a mysterious path across his chest.
As his fingers moved, the vast thunderclouds seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand, beginning to slowly rotate, forming a massive vortex of lightning covering nearly half of the Seven Star Platform!
At the center of the vortex, lightning condensed, and faint phantom images of mountains and rivers flickered and faded!
An even more vast and heavy pressure than before crushed down like a tangible force!
"The Panwu Seal!?"
Han Guxi frowned slightly, uttering each word slowly, revealing the source of this terrifying sight.
The Panwu Seal was none other than the great divine power of the Panwu Ancestor, which had shaken the Northern Cang region.
Back then, the patriarch used this seal to slay several grandmasters, earning a fearsome reputation.
"Not good!" Although Pei Tingchun hadn't witnessed this technique firsthand, his spiritual senses had already detected a deadly crisis!
Lin Haiqing's pupils widened, and his breath caught in his throat.
He had finally seen it—Nan Zhuoran's deepest hidden trump card, one of the most core and terrifying offensive divine abilities in the Panwu Patriarch's legacy, the Panwu Seal!
This seal was not a physical object, but rather a seal formed by drawing upon the power of heaven and earth with supreme will, transforming lightning into a seal to suppress and kill living beings!
"Chen Qing, it's over!"
Nan Zhuoran's eyes flashed with lightning, and he slammed his hands down!
"Boom—!!!!"
Above the sky, at the center of the enormous lightning vortex, a massive, ancient seal, over ten feet in diameter and entirely composed of purplish-gold lightning, crashed down!
The mountain ranges were clearly visible on this seal, and as it fell, it was silent, yet carried the terrifying power of a mountain collapsing!
At the same time, dozens of thinner bolts of purple lightning fell from the vortex, weaving together as if they possessed a spirit of their own, forming a lightning net that covered the entire Seven Star Platform, completely blocking all of Chen Qing's escape routes!
The heavenly thunder surged, and the Panwu Seal and the Thunder Punishment descended simultaneously!
"It's over!"
Qu He's heart skipped a beat upon seeing this.
The sky was filled with lightning, the destructive aura suffocating, and Nan Zhuoran's figure flickered in and out of existence within the lightning.
Just then—
Chen Qing, at the center of the lightning net, suddenly closed his eyes.
He took a deep breath, a long, drawn-out breath that seemed to swallow all the surrounding energy.
The next moment, his eyes snapped open, his gaze blazing with divine light!
"Nine Shadows Escape Technique!"
he murmured inwardly, his figure blurring and swaying once more.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
This time, they appeared simultaneously in six different locations covered by the lightning net!
Each figure possessed an incredibly solid aura, almost indistinguishable from the original.
"Under my Panwu Seal and Heavenly Thunder Locking Domain, you have nowhere to hide!"
Nan Zhuoran's cold voice pierced through the thunder.
His divine sense had already locked onto Chen Qing's true form's aura, and the thunder net and the great seal possessed the ability to track and suppress; no matter how many clones there were, they could not escape the attack.
"Is that so?"
The six Chen Qings spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping, sounding particularly eerie amidst the thunderous roar.
Then, a scene that left everyone dumbfounded and their minds shattered appeared!
The six Chen Qings simultaneously began to unleash completely different divine abilities and secret techniques!
In the northeast direction, one Chen Qing formed hand seals, his true essence surging before him, transforming into a phantom of mountains and rivers, a profound and boundless aura, encompassing all things, spreading out.
The True Martial lineage's divine ability, the Mountain and River Great Seal!
In the southeast direction, another Chen Qing's blood and qi ignited like a furnace, a pale golden light shining brightly, the dragon and elephant phantoms behind him roaring to the sky, unleashing a punch, a terrifying force like shattering mountains and splitting prisons bursting forth from his body.
The Dragon Elephant Prajna Vajra Body Killing Move, Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Force!
In the southwest, the third Chen Qing made a hand seal with his left hand, and a lifelike phantom of a Xuan Turtle appeared out of thin air, firmly protecting his body. Runes flowed on the turtle shell, making it indestructible.
The True Martial Lineage's defensive secret technique, Xuan Turtle Spirit Armor Technique!
In the northwest, wind and snow gathered and swirled wildly around Chen Qing, and a deep dragon roar rose again.
Divine power secret technique, Wind and Snow Hidden Dragon Roar!
In the due north, the fifth Chen Qing pointed to the sky.
In an instant, a small patch of thundercloud above his head was forcibly drawn, transforming into a small thunder pool, within which lightning surged, faintly showing the arrangement of constellations.
Divine power secret technique, Twenty-Eight Constellations Thunder Decree!
And in the very center, Chen Qing's true form, the Jingzhe Spear in his hand emitted a long, resounding roar that pierced through the clouds and shattered rocks!
Behind him, the ancient array diagram unfolded again, and eighteen spears of the same origin shot out like black dragons emerging from the abyss!
The spear trembled, and nine distinct yet perfectly fused spear intents erupted forth.
The Nine Intents Fusion Array!
The True Martial Demon-Slaying Spear Array, after Chen Qing underwent ten tempering trials and comprehended the Great Brahma Spear Intent, was unleashed in its most complete form for the first time!
The array's radiance soared into the sky, linking the eighteen spears into a single entity. A destructive torrent of spear energy, capable of wiping out demons and annihilating evil, rapidly formed before Chen Qing!
Six Chen Qings, six divine abilities and secret techniques!
Divine sense, physical body, true essence, spear array, lightning magic, defense… almost all the top-tier techniques Chen Qing possessed were simultaneously unleashed in an incredible way!
This was no longer merely a contest of divine abilities and secret techniques, but a manifestation of the ultimate mastery of martial arts power!
Six figures, six attacks, not scattered, but under Chen Qing's masterful control of multitasking, transformed into six equally terrifying torrents of light, crashing down from six directions towards the suppressing purple-gold thunder seal and the surrounding interwoven lightning net!
The Mountain and River Seal, heavy as a mountain, met the attack head-on!
The Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Force was unparalleled in its ferocity, striking straight at the heart of the problem!
The Mysterious Turtle Spirit Armor Technique transformed into a solid barrier, offsetting some of the thunder's power!
The Wind and Snow Hidden Dragon Roar, with its icy divine sense, interfered with the seal's locking mechanism!
The Twenty-Eight Constellations Thunder Edict deflected and dispersed some of the heavenly thunder!
And the Nine Intents Torrent of the True Martial Demon-Slaying Spear Formation, like the sharpest spearhead, pierced straight at the core of the Panwu Seal!
"This... how is this possible?!"
Below the stage, countless people exclaimed in shock, many even instinctively standing up, their eyes wide, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Multitasking is already rare enough, but to simultaneously unleash six incredibly powerful divine techniques and maintain such power requires extremely strong spiritual energy, a vast reserve of true essence, and exceptional physical control!
Li Yujun abruptly stood up.
Han Guxi's brows furrowed into a knot, while Pei Tingchun beside him held his breath, his fists clenched.
Lin Haiqing gasped, saying, "Monster..."
Grandmasters Bai Yue and Lu Song also showed surprise, their eyes flashing with brilliance.
In a flash, the six-colored torrent and the purple-gold thunder seal finally collided with a deafening roar!
"Boom—!!!!!!!!!"
This time, the deafening sound surpassed all previous collisions!
It wasn't just a sound, but a tremendous roar!
At the center of the impact, an extreme burst of light erupted, blinding everyone!
Then came silent annihilation!
"Buzz—!!!"
The Seven Star Platform groaned under the immense pressure, its surface cracking with countless fine fissures!
An indescribably violent shockwave, like a tsunami, swept outwards!
"Retreat!"
Several grandmasters below the platform acted almost simultaneously, their various lights flashing, creating layers of barriers before the viewing area.
Even so, the True Essence Realm experts in the front rows were still shaken by the lingering shockwaves, their blood churning and their faces turning pale.
The entire Seven Star Platform trembled violently; the crisscrossing ravines on its surface expanded and spread again, countless fragments of stone were swept into the air, only to be pulverized in the terrifying turbulent energy.
The snow had long since evaporated and vanished.
Everyone's divine sense instinctively tried to probe into the center of the chaotic energy, but was violently repelled by the violent, disordered force field, forced to wait.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly at this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, perhaps only a few breaths, the energy began to slowly contract.
The billowing smoke and turbulent air gradually dissipated with a sudden, chilling gust of wind.
The first thing to catch everyone's eye was a figure kneeling at the edge of the arena.
It was Chen Qing.
He knelt on one knee, his right hand tightly gripping the Jingzhe Spear, which was embedded in the rock. The spear was riddled with cracks, its spiritual light dimmed.
His tight-fitting clothes were tattered, revealing pale golden skin beneath, now covered with charred burn marks and fine, bloody gashes. Especially on his left shoulder, a deep, bone-revealing wound had torn open, blood flowing down his arm.
His face was ashen, blood constantly trickling from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving violently, each breath frothing with blood—clearly, his injuries were severe.
Yet, he still held onto the spear, refusing to fall.
"Nan Zhuoran won!?"
Seeing Chen Qing's pitiful state, countless hearts sank, an uncontrollable thought surfacing within them.
But the next moment, everyone's gaze turned to the center of the arena, to the charred crater still crackling with lightning.
At the edge of the crater lay a figure.
It was Nan Zhuoran.
He lay on his back, his renowned Zhenyue Thunder Blade lying several feet away, the lightning patterns on its blade completely extinguished, even showing a few fine cracks.
His black robes were almost completely tattered, and on his chest, a gruesome wound ran diagonally from his right shoulder to his left abdomen, deep enough to expose bone, even revealing the faintly pulsating edges of his internal organs!
Blood gushed from that terrifying wound, staining the scorched earth beneath him a dark red.
His breath was extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
Silence.
A deathly silence enveloped the Seven Star Platform.
The wind and snow had stopped sometime earlier, and the low-hanging leaden clouds seemed to be silently watching the outcome of this earth-shattering duel.
"Whoosh—!!!!!!!!!"
A moment later, like a dam collapsing, a tsunami of shouts, exclamations, and discussions erupted, sweeping across the heavens and earth!
"He...he won?! Senior Brother Chen won?!"
"Senior Brother Nan...Senior Brother Nan has fallen! My God!"
"How is this possible! Senior Brother Nan tempered himself eleven times, used the Panwu Seal and Heavenly Thunder Infusion...and he still lost?!"
"Six divine abilities used simultaneously! Is Chen Qing even human?!"
"The True Martial lineage...the True Martial lineage is about to rise!!"
"It's terrifying! In that final clash, I thought the Seven Star Platform was going to collapse!"
"Nine spear intents! Ten temperings! Seven divine abilities unleashed! This Chen Qing...he's simply a monster!"
The audience below the stage erupted in chaos!
In the True Martial lineage's viewing area, Han Guxi suddenly stood up, his usually calm face now showing a slight tremor in his beard.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but ultimately let out a hearty, unrestrained laugh, as if he had been holding it in for a long time!
"Haha...hahaha! Good! Good! Good!!!"
The laughter was like thunder, exploding in the ears of the True Martial lineage disciples.
Pei Tingchun, the usually composed elder who passed on his skills, was now wide-eyed in shock, his hands clenched tightly, muttering repeatedly, "He really did it! He really did it!"
Qu He was even more shaken, his face first showing astonishment, then turning into wild joy, his eyes instantly reddening.
He suddenly swung his fist and roared to the sky, "Senior Brother Chen—!!!"
This shout seemed to ignite the long-suppressed emotions of the True Martial lineage.
"We won! Senior Brother Chen won!"
"True Martial! True Martial! True Martial!"
"We won! Our True Martial lineage won!!!"
Countless True Martial disciples were moved to tears, shouting hoarsely, embracing each other, seemingly in a frenzy.
The older generation of deacons were so excited that they knelt on the ground, wailing loudly.
Decades of repression, decades of silence, erupted in this moment with Chen Qing's earth-shattering victory!
The Nine Heavens lineage region presented a completely different scene.
Deathly silence.
Li Yujun's face was deathly pale, her lips trembling slightly. She looked at Nan Zhuoran, barely breathing in the deep pit, then at Chen Qing, who, though heavily injured, still stood tall in the distance. Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Her disciple, to whom she had poured her life's blood and placed all her hopes, had actually lost?
Li Yujun, after all, was a seasoned master who had weathered many storms. In a flash, she suppressed her turbulent emotions.
With a swift movement, she appeared beside Nan Zhuoran, took out a pill from her robes, and fed it to him, gently dissolving its effects with her true essence.
Luo Ziming's face was ashen as he stared at Chen Qing on the platform, lost in thought.
The other Nine Heavens elders were either ashen-faced, had complex expressions, or remained silent with their heads bowed; the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
The Nine Heavens disciples behind them were utterly dejected, as if the sky had collapsed.
Eighteen thousand words, not a single word left.
(End of Chapter)
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