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Huo Wuya snapped back to reality, his brow twitching uncontrollably.
So the martial arts prodigy he had eyes on, finally cos to the sect, and Zi Wenzhong starts fighting him right away?!
Nonetheless, he harbored a glimr of hope and asked, "It's probably just sparring, right? Wenzhong wouldn't actually harm a junior."
Chai Haochuan hesitated for a mont and said, "Judging by the Purple Peak Master's posture, it seems like he's being serious…"
Crack—
A terrifying pressure spread out, covering the teacup on the table with a dense web of cracks.
Ji Hongxiu's dark hair moved without wind, her face covered with frost, her voice cold, "If I'm not mistaken, Zi Wenzhong is a First Grade Grandmaster, right? Bullying the young, oppressing with force—is this the rule of Martial Saint Mountain? Truly eye-opening for !"
"Daoist Venerable, calm down, there's definitely a misunderstanding…" Huo Wuya's throat moved.
Actually, he could roughly guess what was going on.
It must be because of the previous injury to Zi Lianji, causing Zi Wenzhong dissatisfaction, wanting to teach Chen Mo a lesson. Yet with Chen Mo's character, he would never yield, thereby escalating the situation between them…
No matter what, Chen Mo is a guest, and there's even a generational gap between them!
Zi Wenzhong did indeed go a bit overboard this ti!
Ji Hongxiu didn't bother listening to his explanation, standing abruptly, her voice cold, "Let make it clear ahead of ti, if Chen Mo is unhard, that's fine. But if even a single hair is hard, I will never let it go! Don't bla for being ruthless then!"
With that, her figure flashed and suddenly disappeared, Ling Ningzhi followed tightly behind, leaving the hall.
Zi Lianji's brow furrowed, his expression sowhat grim.
He did not expect his father to be so unreliable.
"The enmity with Chen Mo should be handled by . What's the point of him intervening?"
"Even if I win, how will fellow disciples view ? How will Qingxuan view ?"
"Truly foolish!"
Huo Wuya sighed, helpless, "Now that the Secret Realm is about to open, Tianshu Pavilion is well-versed in cause and effect and foresight. I was hoping to take advantage of this opportunity to build rapport with them for your chance of fortune, but instead we've ended up in this ss..."
"Never mind, let's go and see, hopefully Chen Mo is unhard."
...
...
On Qiyun Peak, the battle had already reached a critical phase.
Chen Mo and Zi Wenzhong's figures were hard to discern with the naked eye, only seen as two streams of black and purple light intertwining in the air. The airwaves produced by the collision made it hard to stand, as if the void itself was trembling!
"Chen Mo is actually evenly matched with the Purple Peak Master?!"
The disciples of Martial Saint Sect watching were filled with astonishnt.
From their previous conversation, they already knew Chen Mo's identity—the newly crowned number one on the Cloud Top Ranking!
Unexpectedly, less than half a year after the last Heavenly Human Martial Exam, this man had jumped from being a Fifth-Level Martial Artist to a Third Grade Grandmaster! Such a shocking breakthrough speed is simply unheard of!
A grandmaster at such a young age…
Across Jiu Zhou, he's truly without precedent!
But no matter how strong Chen Mo is, it's only relative to cultivators of the sa generation.
One must know, every level of Heavenly Human Realm is as different as heaven and earth, especially compared to soone so renowned as Zi Wenzhong, an ordinary Third Grade would seem like re ants before him!
"Seems like the Purple Peak Master is being lenient, otherwise the fight would have ended long ago."
"I think so too, after all, the Peak Master is a top-tier First Grade Grandmaster, practically unbeatable beneath the Ultimate Venerable… He probably sees him as a junior and didn't use full force."
"But for Chen Mo to achieve this level, it's enough to be proud, he truly lives up to the na of Heavenly Elent Martial Champion."
"Indeed, barely in his twenties, able to spar with the Peak Master, given ti, who knows…"
Everyone was eagerly discussing, while Shen Zhixia was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Each ti she tried to rush in to stop the two, she would be repelled by the overwhelming Gang Qi.
"Why hasn't Master arrived yet?"
"That old man doesn't hold back, what if Brother Chen Mo gets hurt?"
Boom—
The two figures clashed and separated.
Chen Mo hovered in mid-air, his brow slightly furrowed.
He had to admit, this old fellow indeed had so skills, his Divine Skills hit the opponent as if disappearing into the sea, unable to stir the slightest ripple.
There's no other way, the gap in realm is truly tangible.
The opponent wasn't just a First Grade Grandmaster, but a top-tier First Grade, a Martial Arts Giant, far beyond the likes of Yin Tiankou whose power had severely declined; even exhausting all ans might not result in victory.
"This kid…"
Zi Wenzhong stood with hands behind his back, a trace of astonishnt flickering in his eyes.
Through their simple exchange, he imdiately sensed the extrely profound foundation of the opponent, not at all appearing like just stepping into the Third Grade!
"No wonder Lianji lost to you, you do have so skill." Zi Wenzhong said, "You don't need to think I'm bullying the young, I've restricted my realm to Third Grade and am only using my right hand, that should be fair, right?"
Even at the sa realm, he still had an exceptionally rich combat experience, which led him to deciding to handicapping one hand.
And his idea was quite straightforward—just teach Chen Mo a lesson and vent his anger!
Chen Mo's lips curled upon hearing, "You said it yourself, don't ever regret it."
Zi Wenzhong shook his head, "Rest assured, my word is my bond…"
Before he finished, Chen Mo's figure suddenly vanished, imdiately followed by a sharp piercing sound from behind.
Shing—
Zi Wenzhong slightly inclined his head, a golden long spear brushed past his ear.
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