The montum of the punch was fierce, causing pain on Pan Yang’s cheeks, and his expression was montarily dazed.
Under the impact of that punch, he felt like a small boat in the vast ocean, that could be shattered by the waves at any ti.
"Damn it!" Pan Yang was both shocked and furious.
He had clearly already investigated Liou Yuan’s background thoroughly, and this man’s swordsmanship was supposed to be his most formidable skill.
Why, after I broke his swordsmanship with Profound Magnetic Spiritual Light, does he still have an even more powerful technique?
Pan Yang was not soone who would obediently surrender; in that instant, he ca up with a response.
"Hurry!" He brought his middle and index fingers together, forming a hand seal, controlling the Profound Magnetic Spiritual Light sphere that had captured Liou Yuan’s Profound Brilliance Sword, directing it to land in front of him.
The Profound Magnetic Spiritual Light was not only a ans to suppress Liou Yuan’s swordsmanship, but also a rather potent offensive magic.
Buzz!!! The radiance of the Profound Magnetic Spiritual Light intensified, casting the entire White Jade Platform in a shade of dark silver.
Liou Yuan’s face was also covered in the dark silver glow, but his expression remained as tranquil as a still pond, showing no change in his eyes as he faced the resistance of the dark silver sphere.
The surging punch carried a violent blood aura, crashing towards the magical sphere.
Clang! The Blood Absorption Skill and the Profound Magnetic Spiritual Light collided directly, exploding on the White Jade Platform.
The blood-red and dark silver brilliance engulfed both Liou Yuan and Pan Yang’s bodies.
It was over in just an instant.
Pan Yang’s battered body was sent flying out from the center of the brightest light.
And then, the Profound Magnetic Spiritual Light sphere was also flung into the air from the epicenter of the energy shock.
Finally, it crashed against the inner wall of the array barrier.
The energy subsided.
Liou Yuan stood unhard in the midst of it, his eyes fiercely fixed on Pan Yang, taking several steps forward with unwavering determination.
With the support of Treading Flowing Waves, he reached Pan Yang in the blink of an eye, delivering a second punch.
The blood aura surged over Liou Yuan’s body, the force of the punch causing the White Jade Platform to tremble, and the resulting gust tossled his hair into a wild dance.
His stance was unstoppable, with an overwhelming aura.
"Impossible!" Pan Yang scread in shock.
Faced with this punch, deep despair rose in his eyes.
The Profound Magnetic Spiritual Light was supposed to be a top-grade talisman; how could Liou Yuan be unhard beneath its power?
Yet, it was a fact that the Profound Magnetic Spiritual Light had been knocked away by Liou Yuan’s punch.
It was also a fact that despite using all of his tactics, he couldn’t deal with the recently risen talented youth of Five Extres Mountain.
At the last mont, Pan Yang activated the defense magical artifact on his body.
A brown radiant barrier enveloped his whole body, trying one last desperate struggle.
If even the Profound Magnetic Spiritual Light couldn’t stop Liou Yuan, how could a re mid-grade magical artifact impede him?
His fist smashed through the air like a bamboo breaking, tearing through the defense barrier like paper the mont it t it.
Liou Yuan’s blood-red fist pierced through the barrier, landing the punch directly on Pan Yang’s body.
Pan Yang’s previously fierce expression surprisingly transford into a relieved smile.
Though he was a Three-Star Star Acupoint, he was never willing to be ordinary all his life.
Since joining Five Extres Mountain, he had put in twice or even three tis the effort of other disciples, believing that his hard work would surely be rewarded.
But the gap in talent was as vast as a chasm, and ti dealt him a heavy blow, watching those Four-Star and Five-Star Star Acupoint disciples pulling further and further ahead.
Only then did he recognize the disparity between himself and those genius disciples.
Yet he never skipped a day of cultivation, nor a day of practicing his swordsmanship.
Day after day, hoping that one day he could receive results that matched his efforts.
He would forever rember that day.
At Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer, already an outstanding mber among the Three-Acupoint disciples,
he was challenged by a fellow disciple who joined Five Extres Mountain in the sa cohort — a disciple with a Five-Star Star Acupoint — just because he had just practiced a spell and wanted to verify what he had learned.
But that disciple, having no confidence to win against other Five-Star Star Acupoint disciples, sought out Pan Yang, forcing him to make a move in an almost humiliating manner.
Pan Yang furiously engaged, he fought with all his might, using everything he had learned in life.
The result was rely leaving a scar on that Five-Star Star Acupoint disciple’s body.
While he was almost beaten to the brink of death by that Five-Star disciple.
To vent his anger, that disciple left a scar on Pan Yang’s face with his shoe in front of everyone.
This beca an indelible sha for his entire life and shattered his persistent Dao heart.
Transforming into that lifeless Pan Yang, in the library.
"No chance for revenge." This was Pan Yang’s last thought in his mind.
Bang! Liou Yuan’s fist, enveloped in a blood aura, struck Pan Yang’s chest with a powerful blow.
The blood aura condensed into a glove on Liou Yuan’s hand erupted at that mont, penetrating Pan Yang’s body, blasting a large mass of blood mist mixed with internal organs and flesh from his back.
The imnse force tossed Pan Yang’s body like a kite, crashing past the array barrier of the White Jade Platform.
In the final monts of his life, Pan Yang saw the proudly standing youth on the White Jade Platform, gazing down at him with a cold gaze as he fell to the ground.
Then, the remnant of his consciousness heard the roaring of three living corpses echoing in his ears.
All his efforts turned to naught on this day.
Liou Yuan coldly observed Pan Yang’s corpse being pounced upon by the three living corpses.
After confirming that it was impossible for him to survive, he casually withdrew the blood aura still entwined around his palm, shaking his head and sighing, "What a pity, if you were a Four-Star Star Acupoint, you’d surely be at Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer, or even Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer by now."
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