Sword Hero’s lips twitched.
Still calling him an esteed predecessor?
Zhou Chen once said that this martial art was his own creation.
Is Zhou Chen an esteed predecessor?
Sword Hero wasn’t one to talk much; he didn’t ntion that the martial art was created by Zhou Chen. But his heart was filled with even greater joy.
This man, whom her aunt, the Grand Princess of Great Qian, admired and spoke highly of as an "esteed predecessor," was her man.
"Who knows who created this martial art? Zhou Chen indeed has quite the fortune!"
Lin Nantian, Sect Leader of the Infinite Sword Sect, Purple Blue Fairy, and other experts of the Infinite Sword Sect naturally could also perceive the intricacy and origin of Zhou Chen’s martial arts.
Especially since they had all practiced the Infinite Body, they could see traces of the Infinite Body within Zhou Chen’s Dragon Touring and Whale Treading.
But after pondering for a long ti, they too couldn’t co up with anyone who could possess the Infinite Body and still create such an extraordinary body technique martial art.
"Senior Brother Zhou’s body technique is marvelous and unmatched, truly admirable."
Monk Wukong was astonished. He thought that having mastered the Divine Sufficient Skill, his lightweight skill would surpass Zhou Chen’s, but he was unexpectedly defeated.
Even though he perford the Divine Sufficient Skill, he couldn’t catch up with Zhou Chen.
"I wonder what Senior Brother Zhou nas this martial art?"
Not only was Wukong curious, but all the spectators also perked up their ears; perhaps by the na, they could deduce its origin.
"Dragon Touring and Whale Treading!"
Zhou Chen’s figure transford, akin to a divine dragon roaming the four seas or a Kunpeng ascending to the nine heavens, graceful yet domineering, agile yet varied.
"Body like a dragon, feet treading a whale, Dragon Touring and Whale Treading; what a fitting na!"
Wukong admired.
The Divine Sufficient Skill is not weak, yet Zhou Chen had condensed the Dao Primordial Pill, progressing further in the Body Refining Realm.
Moreover, Zhou Chen seed to have already undergone the Second Primordial Pill Transformation.
Wukong had just broken through, lacking in both heritage and cultivation compared to Zhou Chen, with a gap of two transformations, and even among unparalleled geniuses, such a disparity was vast.
Nonetheless, Wukong was unwilling to concede defeat so easily.
"Senior Brother Zhou, your body technique is unparalleled, I willingly admit defeat. But I have one move; if Senior Brother Zhou can break it, I will willingly concede."
He admitted his body technique was inferior to Zhou Chen’s, but he had a trump card move.
"Feel free to perform, Senior Brother Wukong!"
"Immortal Golden Bell!"
Wukong clasped his hands in prayer, sat cross-legged, and a golden bell appeared, enveloping Wukong within.
The golden bell emitted boundless light, Buddhist text stread like tadpoles upon it, exuding an aura of immortality and indestructibility.
"This is admitting defeat before , wanting to act like a turtle? If I can’t break this shell, it would be a draw and the Great Zen Temple wouldn’t lose face!"
With thoughts turning, Zhou Chen had no intention of sparing the Great Zen Temple any face.
The Blood Saber Demon had ambushed him, even if not at the bidding of the Great Zen Temple, the Blood Saber Demon had close ties with them.
Without the Temple’s shelter, the Blood Saber Demon would have been eliminated long ago.
"What Senior Brother Wukong said fits my intentions!"
Zhou Chen smiled,
"I have a sword; if it cannot break Senior Brother Wukong’s defense, I willingly concede!"
In an instant.
Everyone’s heart seed to leap to their throats at these words.
Everyone widened their eyes, afraid of missing a single detail.
True inheritor Bai Wuxue of the Infinite Sword Sect tightly gripped his Divine Weapon, his heart seemingly stopped.
The body technique speed Zhou Chen just demonstrated was beyond his ability to match.
Only his swordsmanship martial art remained.
"Senior Brother Wukong, be careful!"
Zhou Chen’s calm words carried an indescribable tidal wave of confidence.
Every word resounded like clanging, brighter than the radiant sun seed to lose its light.
The next mont.
Zhou Chen, who had been defending, completely unleashed his prominence.
A matchless deanor fully revealed.
Wearing a purple robe, with fluttering sleeves and black hair wildly dancing.
His handso, stern face shone with a jade-like luster in golden sunlight.
With cold eyes, one hand rested on the sword hilt at his waist.
The sword yet unsheathed, its razor-sharp Sword Intent filled the space between heaven and earth.
This mont.
Ultimate grace and awe-inspiring Sword Intent concentrated in one person.
Like a god or demon, like an immortal or sword.
The unrivaled Sword Immortal.
Light and shadow interplayed, countless spectators fell into a trance, captivated by Zhou Chen’s presence.
Nurous young won and married ones tensed their legs, hearts quivering, chard by Zhou Chen’s allure, their beautiful eyes sparkling, emitting radiance.
When they regained their senses, they felt a sharp pain between their brows, as if soone pressed a Divine Sword against them.
"Heaven-Supporting Sword!"
The treasured sword from his waist was unsheathed, slicing toward Monk Wukong’s Immortal Golden Bell.
The sword emitted a dragon’s roar, its sound echoed through heaven and earth.
And at the instant this sword struck.
White Wuxue, true inheritor of Infinite Sword Sect; Sect Leader Jian Lingtian of Celestial Sword Sect; True inheritor Duanmukun; and countless spectators’ minds instantly buzzed, hairs stood upright, their hearts jumped with fright.
An unparalleled, awe-inspiring sword light burst forth from the sword.
All radiance in the world seed overshadowed by this sword light.
Indescribable sharpness unfurled at this mont.
Heaven and earth lost color.
The great sun turned pale.
The immortal and indestructible golden bell split into two.
The world was suddenly clear.
"Ah!"
A sword scar appeared on Wukong’s chest, bright red blood swiftly stained his white monk robe, launching him like a cannonball, crashing beneath the stage.
"Buddha’s Son!"
The elderly monk of the Great Zen Temple was alard, appearing below Wukong, reaching out to catch him, seeing a deep sword scar on Wukong’s chest.
The entire person nearly cleaved in two!
"Hiss!"
The elderly monk was terrified, unable to describe his shock.
Wukong entered the Divine Sea with two hundred forty transformations, possessing a robust physique like Vajra, indestructible. His Buddhist Divine Techniques, Immortal Golden Bell, even a Divine Seed Realm expert struggled to break.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Chen not only split the Immortal Golden Bell with one sword but nearly cleaved Wukong’s Vajra physique in two.
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