That single palm strike condensed nearly a third of Ye Chen's fierce spiritual energy, transforming into a vast, crushing heavenly might. It manifested as an enormous palm print, like a small mountain, its Dao patterns clearly visible, blotting out the sun as it slammed down toward Luo Lingkong’s Heaven-Reaching Sword Qi.
Boom!
The force of the palm instantly annihilated the Heaven-Reaching Sword Qi. The pale, sword-like rainbow in the void vanished, leaving only the colossal palm print descending upon Luo Lingkong.
Luo Lingkong stood rooted to the spot, stunned. He had lost again. He was completely drained of spiritual energy and utterly defenseless. If this hadn't been a friendly spar, he would have perished instantly.
His eyes were dim, his spirit crushed. He had embraced the 'Life-and-Death Sword' concept Ji Fuyao had taught him, putting his life on the line. His Willpower and Persistent Thought had reached their peak. Yet, Ye Chen’s aura had erupted with a force far greater—an overwhelming, unyielding presence.
The Invincible Stance.
His Dao Heart nearly shattered. To be defeated twice by disciples from Azure Mystery Peak!
From the depths of the void, the Sword Peak Peak Master sighed. “Lingkong, come back with me.” A flash of divine light enveloped Luo Lingkong and carried him back to Sword Peak.
The world fell into a dead silence, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. Everyone was aghast. Ye Chen was simply too powerful! None of them could have withstood Luo Lingkong’s previous sword strike, a technique from a Four-star Profound Venerate, but in the face of Ye Chen’s attack, the difference was staggering. He was only a Profound Sovereign! A true monster!
In the void, the Peak Masters looked toward Lu Xuan. Lu Xuan was sprawled on his recliner, looking utterly unsurprised, as if this outcome was inevitable. This infuriated them. Lu Xuan was literally 'lying winning'! He didn't have to teach anything, yet his two disciples were heaven-defying geniuses!
Gu Yuefang, the Pill Peak Peak Master, muttered, “I desperately need to know who the powerful expert behind Ye Chen and Ji Fuyao really is.”
The Sect Master shook his head. “I don’t know.”
At that moment, Ye Chen turned to the remaining top true disciples and cupped his hands in a respectful, yet challenging, salute. “Since you’ve all come, why don’t we continue the sparring?”
The remaining disciples hesitated, their desire to fight completely extinguished. They couldn't win! They truly couldn't win!
Ye Chen smiled faintly. “What I mean is, you can all come at me at once.”
All at once!
The crowd gasped. Junior Brother Ye Chen wanted to take on over a dozen top true disciples simultaneously! The atmosphere froze.
A gray-robed young man stepped forward, forcing a smile. “Since Junior Brother Ye Chen is so confidently issuing a challenge, how can we retreat without a fight?” One by one, the other top true disciples stepped out. They knew they couldn't face Ye Chen alone, but together? There was no way they could lose! It was time to teach Ye Chen a lesson in humility!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The dozen-plus top true disciples immediately surrounded Ye Chen from all directions.
Ye Chen’s body surged with boundless, violent spiritual energy, coalescing into a storm. His white robes billowed, his black hair danced in the wind, and a faint divine radiance flowed around him, making him look like a Divine King descending upon the mortal world. An overwhelming, peerless aura condensed around him.
“Desolate! Heaven! Art!”
He knew he had to defeat these Senior Brothers with lightning speed. If this turned into a war of attrition, his spiritual energy would eventually be depleted.
In the next instant, Ye Chen moved, charging directly toward one of the top true disciples. He unleashed a punch! The fist print carried the force of a bull charging the heavens, seemingly evolving into a majestic heavenly might. No one present could block that punch!
The disciple blurred, attempting to retreat, but it was too late.
Boom!
The disciple was struck by the fist print, sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of vital blood that stained the sky crimson before he crashed heavily onto the ground, unconscious.
Ye Chen immediately darted toward the next disciple. With every step, the void trembled, and brilliant divine light shone beneath his feet.
Boom! Another punch! Another disciple fell!
Ye Chen’s figure became a bolt of lightning, weaving through the battlefield, unstoppable. With every strike, another disciple plummeted from the sky!
The surrounding disciples watched in utter shock. They had never witnessed such a fierce and exhilarating battle! Junior Brother Ye Chen was like a white-robed Divine King, his martial will a roaring furnace, his power overwhelming. His fists and palms condensed a great momentum, his force fierce and utterly dominant.
Like a whirlwind sweeping through the clouds, like an autumn gale scattering fallen leaves, wherever Ye Chen went, the top true disciples were instantly defeated!
Soon, only eight true disciples remained. Gritting their teeth, they shouted, “Combine our strength! Attack together!” They refused to believe that their combined, full-power strike couldn't defeat a single Profound Sovereign!
Ye Chen did not move. Instead, he waited for these top true disciples to condense their ultimate killing moves!
The onlookers cried out in alarm. “Junior Brother Ye Chen, is he really that confident?”
Seeing this, the remaining true disciples were enraged. “Junior Brother Ye Chen, you underestimate us too much!”
Ye Chen merely smiled faintly. The next strike would decide the victor. In his mind, the image from the Desolate Heaven Art inheritance appeared—that gray-robed man, unleashing a single punch that annihilated thousands of Great Emperors and extinguished countless stars!
With that thought, Ye Chen’s terrifying Willpower and Persistent Thought transformed into a vast ocean. Boundless flames surged from his body, and his fighting spirit reached its absolute peak.
“I am Ye Chen! I shall Suppress all enemies in the world!”
As his voice echoed, Ye Chen unleashed a punch that condensed all the spiritual energy in his body, overlaying the fist print with his Invincible Stance and Persistent Thought. The void shook. Space warped!
On the other side, the combined, supreme attacks of the several top true disciples descended.
Boom!
Like the collision of stars, like the fall of mountains, the two terrifying attacks met with a deafening explosion of spiritual energy. A powerful shockwave ripped outward.
In the next instant, Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The remaining true disciples were sent flying backward, blood spurting from their mouths. A crimson rain of blood scattered across the sky!
Ye Chen stood tall in the firmament, his white robes flapping, a faint divine light surrounding him. He looked down upon the defeated true disciples, his gaze arrogant and his dominance absolute.
Everyone was dumbfounded. The world was silent once more.
Junior Brother Ye Chen had fought over a dozen top true disciples alone and achieved a complete victory! What overwhelming dominance!
The disciples couldn't help but cheer: “Who in this world deserves to wear white? Only Ye Chen of Azure Mystery Peak!”
In that moment, a flicker of enlightenment passed through Ye Chen’s heart. The Desolate Heaven Art was born for battle—a path of endless, unyielding combat!
A moment later, the top true disciples slowly and painfully picked themselves up from the ground, their faces bitter. “Junior Brother Ye Chen,” one of them groaned, “you hit a little too hard.”
Ye Chen offered an awkward, apologetic smile. “My apologies, Senior Brothers. I have some healing pills I refined. Please take them quickly.”
He handed them several bottles of medicinal pills. The disciples took them and paused, noticing the Pill Halos on each one. Four halos, minimum! Such high-grade healing pills were extremely valuable! They immediately consumed the pills and began regulating their energy.
“Junior Brother Ye Chen, your pills are truly exceptional,” they praised, recovering quickly.
Soon, the true disciples stood up and offered Ye Chen a faint smile. “Junior Brother Ye Chen, your strength has left us speechless!” They felt a deep bitterness. They had been crushed by Ji Fuyao during the Inner Sect Trial, and now they had been crushed again by Ye Chen!
At that moment, the Sect Master and the Peak Masters slowly descended from the void. The shock on their faces had yet to dissipate. They had to admit that Ye Chen and Ji Fuyao’s combat power was peerless, truly geniuses the Grand Dao Sect hadn't seen in a thousand years!
The Sect Master swept his sleeve and smiled. “Your performance today was astonishing! Therefore, I have decided that all true disciples who participated in this sparring session may enter the Grand Dao Hall and select one cultivation technique or one spiritual weapon worth up to two million Contribution Points!”
The disciples were overjoyed. They hadn't expected such an unexpected bonus! It was all thanks to Junior Brother Ye Chen’s monstrous display that the Sect Master was so pleased. They immediately bowed. “Thank you, Sect Master!”
The Sect Master nodded faintly. Soon, the disciples left Azure Mystery Peak. Before leaving, several top true disciples extended an invitation to Ye Chen. “Junior Brother Ye Chen, we plan to venture out of the sect for some experience soon. Why don’t you join us?”
Ye Chen looked toward Lu Xuan. Lu Xuan smiled and nodded.
“Very well,” Ye Chen agreed.
The Sect Master floated down and stood before Lu Xuan, observing him with great interest. Lu Xuan felt a chill run down his spine. “Sect Master, what are you doing?”
The Sect Master chuckled. “Lu Xuan, the Power of Destiny surrounding you is growing stronger! It’s even more potent than Ye Chen’s!”
Lu Xuan glanced at himself. A faint, ethereal aura enveloped him, giving him a sense of profound connection with the world, a feeling he couldn't quite describe. This is the Power of Destiny, he thought.
The Sect Master sighed softly. “Everything on Azure Mystery Peak seems to have quietly changed since the moment you insisted on taking Ji Fuyao as your disciple.”
Lu Xuan nodded. The Sect Master will never know that it’s all because I finally got a cheat system, he thought.
The Sect Master spoke with a mysterious air. “Lu Xuan! The universe is vast, and everything is predestined. Now that I think about it, the Qingxuan Saint had high expectations for you. It seems this was no simple coincidence.”
“Perhaps,” Lu Xuan replied noncommittally.
Just then, the Ancient Jade Slip in the Sect Master’s robe suddenly vibrated violently. He took out the Ancient Jade Slip, injected his divine sense, and his expression instantly changed to one of profound shock.
Lu Xuan asked, confused, “Sect Master, what happened?”
The Sect Master looked at Lu Xuan, his face grave. “The Ancient Supreme Artifact, the Bronze Ancient Palace, has appeared.”