"Hong Yu, hurry up and die!"
The furious shout was like a clap of thunder, a deafening roar that made one's very soul tremble.
Zheng Tian's figure shot forward like a piercing sword, rushing from the distance. A grim, green light gathered in his hand, coalescing into an azure energy blade that he hurled toward Hong Yu with a SWOOSH.
The blade was like a fleeting glimr of light, arriving before him in a flash.
WHOOSH!
The fierce wind howled, and Hong Yu's heart jumped in alarm. He could feel a threat to his life.
A single, awe-inspiring strike from Zheng Tian—the renowned Chief Disciple of the Guiyuan Sect and a Late-stage Celestial Soul Realm genius—was certainly not to be underestimated!
Hong Yu tapped his toes on the ground and shot backward. At the sa ti, he ford a fist shadow before his chest that shot forward with a WHOOSH. The heavy fist's aura swept out in a raging storm, striking the sharp energy blade with a BOOM.
The fist shadow was shattered in an instant.
The explosive aftershock created a powerful shockwave. The suddenly expanding blast of compressed air made Hong Yu's chest tighten, and the blood roiled within him, nearly making him spit out a mouthful.
"Oh? You actually withstood my Flying Divine Spear? No wonder even Junior Brother Huo Yan fell to you." Zheng Tian strode through the air, his cold eyes fixed on Hong Yu.
Although he wasn't a Primordial Core Realm expert and couldn't truly fly, his mastery of technique and power was extraordinary.
He was, however, capable of short-term flight by relying on external forces!
Hong Yu raised his head slightly to stare at Zheng Tian, but his gaze soon shifted past him, landing on the more than thirty Guiyuan Sect experts behind him.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he focused on three experts at the very back of the group, who were wrapped in black cloaks. The feeling they gave off was quite strange. Faintly, he could sense a sinister, cold, and unsettling aura about them.
When Zheng Tian saw Hong Yu ignoring him, he snorted coldly. "You're Hong Yu?"
"Hm?"
Hong Yu looked at Zheng Tian.
Compared to the cold, eerie, and unfathomably deep black-robed figures, this Zheng Tian was far more domineering and arrogant.
He looked at Hong Yu coldly. "I know you have so sort of relationship with Princess Qin Qin, but so people are not for a character like you to approach or touch. I'll give you two choices. First, cripple your own arms and legs, then kneel before and lick my shoes clean. If you do that, I might not kill you. As for the second choice, I'll give you ten moves. If you're still alive after ten moves, I'll only break one of your arms and one of your legs and cripple your cultivation before letting you leave the Celestial Essence Secret Realm alive!"
Zheng Tian crossed his arms, looking at Hong Yu with an arrogant and fearless expression.
Clearly...
Even though Hong Yu had dodged his attack, it wasn't enough for this greatest genius of the Guiyuan Sect in a century to consider him an equal.
In Zheng Tian's eyes, Hong Yu was rely a plaything for him to crush at will.
An expert from the Tiger and Wolf Corps frowned. He was about to step forward but was stopped by Qin Mutian.
The Tiger and Wolf Corps expert paused, looking at Qin Mutian in confusion. He whispered, "Crown Prince, Lord Hong Yu is a Royal Guest Scholar invited by His Majesty the King. Zheng Tian's bullying clearly shows he has no respect for the Royal Family. Are we just going to stand by and watch?"
The Tiger and Wolf Corps was the most loyal guard of the Qin Royal Family, so this expert naturally prioritized the Royal Family's interests above all else.
Although he had no personal connection with Hong Yu, Hong Yu held the status of a Royal Guest Scholar. He represented the face of the Qin Royal Family, so naturally, the guard was unwilling to watch Zheng Tian tornt him like this.
Qin Mutian glanced at him faintly and sneered, "Do you think you're a match for Zheng Tian?"
"This..."
The corps expert froze.
'Who is Zheng Tian?'
'He's the strongest genius the Guiyuan Sect has produced in nearly a hundred years, bar none!'
'Even across the entire Southern Ten Nations, he's a powerful figure with the absolute strength to compete for the title of number one in the younger generation.'
'With my Early-stage Celestial Soul Realm cultivation, I probably wouldn't even last three moves against him!'
Qin Mutian said indifferently, "Since you know you're not his match, and given the relationship between the Guiyuan Sect and my Royal Family, do you think he'll have any reservations about dealing with us? Rather than recklessly making a move and letting Zheng Tian humiliate us, we should take this opportunity, while his attention is on Hong Yu, to leave first."
"But..."
The corps expert faltered.
Qin Mutian snorted. "I am the Crown Prince. I order you to leave with !"
The thirty-odd mbers of the Royal Family's contingent exchanged glances. So cast sympathetic and pitying looks at Hong Yu, but feeling helpless, they prepared to follow Qin Mutian and leave.
Zheng Tian sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "No wonder the Qin Royal Family has fallen so low. The Crown Prince of a kingdom is abandoning his own comrade so easily. Tsk tsk, Qin Mutian, I suggest you don't go anywhere. You should all stay right here! There's no need for you to participate in the rest of the trials in this Celestial Essence Secret Realm!"
"Zheng Tian, what do you an by that?" Qin Mutian's body trembled, and he snapped, his face beet red.
Zheng Tian glanced at him arrogantly. "What do I an? Can't you tell? I'm telling you all to stay. For the Championship Platform in this Celestial Essence Secret Realm, having just the experts from my Guiyuan Sect will be enough!"
"Bastard! I am the Crown Prince, you..."
Qin Mutian's face alternated between green and white as he glared in fury.
Zheng Tian laughed coldly. "So what if you're the Crown Prince? In five months, when you return to the Qin Kingdom, your Qin Family will lose control of the Nine Refinents Celestial Essence Secret Realm. And what will you, the Crown Prince, be then? A piece of dog shit."
"You..."
Qin Mutian clenched his jaw, the blood and qi churning inside him.
The group of experts loyal to the Royal Family were also filled with rage, but without Qin Mutian's approval, they didn't dare act rashly.
Every one of them could only turn their gazes toward Qin Mutian.
The anger in Qin Mutian's heart intensified. He had originally planned to let Hong Yu hold off Zheng Tian while he and his n made their escape.
He never expected Zheng Tian to target him instead.
'Everyone is looking at now. If I don't resist, I'll be utterly disgraced.'
'But to fight Zheng Tian...'
Qin Mutian was already feeling terrified.
As he hesitated, he suddenly saw the calm expression on Hong Yu's face. His eyes darted, and he said, "Hong Yu, Zheng Tian just gave you a choice. Why are you still wasting ti?"
Hong Yu was stunned. "..."
Zheng Tian looked on in astonishnt. "..."
Everyone stared at Qin Mutian, speechless.
Qin Mutian's face burned with sha, but right now, the only way to avoid facing Zheng Tian directly was to incite a fight between Hong Yu and him.
He could only brace himself and say, "Hong Yu, are you a man or not? My Royal Family spent a fortune to hire you as a Royal Guest Scholar, not for you to co to the Celestial Essence Secret Realm for a scenic tour. The Guiyuan Sect is bullying us at our own doorstep, and you're still not making a move?"
"Qin Mutian, oh, Qin Mutian, it seems I've underestimated you! You know full well that if Hong Yu makes a move in this situation, he's a dead man, yet you're still forcing him to co out and take the fall for you? How shaful..."
"Senior Brother Zheng Tian is a dignified Late-stage Celestial Soul Realm expert. Isn't Hong Yu just courting death if he dares to fight?"
"If I were him, I'd just cripple my own limbs, lick Senior Brother Zheng's shoes clean, and save my own skin!"
The experts from the Guiyuan Sect continued to taunt and jeer.
Even the experts on the Royal Family's side didn't think Hong Yu stood a chance, their faces ashen.
anwhile, Qin Mutian kept shooting glances at Hong Yu, pressuring him to step forward and alleviate his embarrassing predicant.
Hong Yu rubbed his nose in frustration and shrugged. "Alright, I choose the second option!"
"What?"
Zheng Tian was taken aback.
Hong Yu pointed at Zheng Tian, then at himself, and said calmly, "Didn't you say you would definitely defeat within ten moves? I'll take that bet. If you can't take down in ten moves, you have to keep your promise and stop bothering us. How about it?"
"What? Hong Yu is actually going to fight Senior Brother Zheng Tian?"
"Hahaha, he's so fucking full of himself! Saying he can't be defeated in ten moves, what a joke..."
"I bet Senior Brother will cripple him in three moves!"
Even Qin Mutian and his n were staring at Hong Yu in utter astonishnt after hearing his words. They looked at him as if he were a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot—completely overestimating his own strength.
Qin Mutian gritted his teeth, thinking to himself, 'I hope Zheng Tian will be in a better mood after he cripples Hong Yu. Then maybe he won't give us any more trouble.'
Zheng Tian watched Hong Yu with great interest, then suddenly grinned and slapped a palm toward him. "This is the first move—Wild Wind Sweeps the Dust!"
The Palm Wind howled, like a furious gale, containing countless sharp edges that ford within it, as if a volley of keen daggers were flying through the air.
Hong Yu's gaze sharpened. He took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, his breath gathered into a long dragon of qi that furiously unfurled.
His clothes flapped loudly as they suddenly condensed into a suit of Holy Light Dragon Armor. His five fingers clenched tightly into an Iron Fist that roared like a sudden clap of thunder.
The Palm Wind and the fist's wind collided in mid-air.
BOOM!
A scorching wave of qi rolled backward like a rainbow, kicking up a small tornado that shot toward the heavens as dust and sand swirled up from the ground.
Zheng Tian's gaze turned cold. "Not bad. You actually blocked that palm strike. Well then, let's see how long you can last!"
Zheng Tian struck out with his palm again.
This ti, his Palm Technique had a different kind of change.
It was no longer just sharp and ferocious. This palm strike had a new, subtle variation—a sinister Dark Force hidden within its sharpness.
Hong Yu's expression changed slightly. Zheng Tian's palm strike unexpectedly contained so of the power of the Vibrating Rune Technique. Although this Vibrating Power was sowhat different from the True Martial Arts Intent he had comprehended, one thing was certain: Zheng Tian was definitely another genius who had comprehended a True Martial Arts Intent!
It was just that his True Martial Arts Intent was a little different from his own.
An excited glint shone in Hong Yu's eyes. "Then let show you one of my moves!"
True Martial Arts Intent—Vibrating Rune Technique!
Hong Yu threw a punch, brewing a chilling Vibrating Power.
Each vibration caused the fist shadows to stack on top of each other, creating an incredibly powerful strike that surged forward.
This ti, their attacks clashed once more.
With a deafening BOOM, the ground trembled. A crater large enough to fit three to five large chariots was blasted into the earth.
Swirling dust and dirt obscured the two of them from view.
"Who won?"
"Is that even a question? It must be Senior Brother Zheng Tian..."
The experts from both the Guiyuan Sect and the Royal Family stared wide-eyed, nervously watching the billowing dust. Every little sound from within tugged at their heartstrings.
Just as both sides were waiting in eager anticipation, a faint, mocking voice suddenly drifted out from the swirling dust...
"That... was the second move!"
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