Chapter 571: Overwhelming
A huge crack tore through the mountainous forests, the mountains along the way shattering into pieces, as one gaze after another stared dazedly at this scene.
The atmosphere was deathly silent.
While Ning Mo was previously forced to kneel by a punch from Zhou Yuan, it could have been explained by the latter managing to catch the former off guard by hiding his true strength, the current scene had really begun to distort his common sense.
Ning Mo's killing blow had essentially been his most powerful attack. Faced with such an attack, even a practitioner at the same level would not have dared to face it.
However, who could have expected that Zhou Yuan would not only take zero evasive maneuvers, but instead select to forcefully destroy Ning Mo's strongest blow in the most barbaric manner.
Gazes looked towards the final peak that had collapsed in the distance, where Ning Mo's figure was buried in the rubble. Zhou Yuan's previous blow had been powerful enough to kill an initial ninth-layer Alpha-Origin expert.
After a long period of silence, the gazes that turned towards Zhou Yuan were now filled with extreme fear and caution.
Only now did they fully understand why the clearly seventh-layer Origin-Alpha Zhou Yuan had managed to become a core disciple in the Cangxuan Sect.
In the valley, Jin Zhang and the numerous Cangxuan Sect disciples were also looking at this scene in amazement. Although they knew that Zhou Yuan was strong, they did not expect him to crush a head disciple of the Sacred Palace so easily…
One must know that Ning Mo's Genesis Qi cultivation had also exceeded the ten thousand mark. Such talent would surely place him among the upper ranks of the seven major disciples of the Cangxuan Sect.
"I never imagined that his strength would grow to an astonishing level after the baptism of the nine Dragons." There was a rather complicated expression in Jin Zhang's eyes. Zhou Yuan was much stronger than he had been during the Genesis Reservoir Ceremony.
Respect rose in the eyes of the other disciples.
On the other hand, the Holy Palace disciples' expressions turned somewhat ugly for a while, clearly unable to believe that Ning Mo would suffer such a miserable loss for a core disciple of the Cangxuan Sect.
The head disciple Wang Yuan, in particular, was stunned for quite some time, before finally returning to his senses, as his face quickly became extremely stormy.
Zhou Yuan ignored everyone's gazes, as his indifferent eyes looked towards the final collapsed peak in the distance. Ning Mo's Genesis Qi undulations had become extremely weak, but he should still have a single breath within him.
Therefore, Zhou Yuan began to walk forward, clearly intending to take the former's life while he was depressed.
However, just as he lifted his foot off the ground, a fierce and ear-piercing whistle was suddenly heard. A black flash arrived along with the alarming Genesis Qi, striking directly towards Zhou Yuan's head.
Before the black flash landed, the ground beneath his feet had already begun to crumble.
Zhou Yuan's foot paused as his eyes narrowed slightly. With a squeeze of his hand, the Heavenly Yuan Brush appeared and rose upwards.
The sound of metal hitting metal rang loudly as sparks flew in all directions.
A berserk undulation unfolded, shattering the surrounding ancient trees at their waists.
Zhou Yuan's figure shook a little as he raised his head. The object that had smashed into the Heavenly Yuan Brush was a black metal club on which ancient Genesis Runes had been inscribed.
At the other end of the black metal club was the head disciple of the Sacred Palace, Wang Yuan.
The duo's gazes collided in the air, killing the intention surging in their eyes.
Wang Yuan shouted with a creepy and chilling look in his eyes: “You little girls, to think that you actually dared to kill him!”
Zhou Yuan's previous counterattack had been too fast. As such, even Wang Yuan had failed to rush to help Ning Mo in time, resulting in the latter being seriously injured by Zhou Yuan.
A mocking smile emerged from the corners of Zhou Yuan's mouth. “Since you from the Holy Palace dared to kill my Cangxuan Sect disciples, why do I need to show mercy to your head disciple?”
Wang Yuan chillingly retorted, “What bold words, who the hell do you think you are?”
His hands tightly gripped the black metal bat as black Genesis Qi flowed along his arms. With a furious roar, the metal bat slammed downwards once again, with a power so great that it would easily pulverize an entire mountain.
However, Zhou Yuan was not afraid, the Heavenly Yuan Brush turned into a black blur as he rose to meet the bat. The black brush and the club clashed violently again and again, exchanging more than a hundred blows in just a few breaths.
The duo's surroundings were quickly demolished by their brutal blows.
After a final clash, Zhou Yuan and Wang Yuan's figures shot back.
The hearts of the Holy Palace disciples sank when they saw this. They had originally been hoping that Wang Yuan could convincingly defeat that Cangxuan Sect core disciple, and redeem some face for the Holy Palace. However, they never imagined that even Wang Yuan would not be able to gain a huge advantage against Zhou Yuan.
One must know that Wang Yuan ranked fourth among the top ten disciples of the Sacred Palace, and was much stronger than the fifth Ning Mo.
The metal bat in Wang Yuan's hand slid forcefully across the ground, leaving a deep scar in its wake, as he looked gravely at Zhou Yuan. The former had already grasped the latter's strength after that rapid series of exchanges earlier.
cultivation was not in the slightest inferior to his.
“My Qi dwelling has twelve thousand Genesis Qi stars. “This kid is clearly only at the seventh layer, why is his foundation so strong?” Wang Yuan's expression fluctuated indeterminately. From what he knew, it was extremely rare even for the Chosen of the Sacred Palace to have such strong foundations at the seventh layer.
While Wang Yuan was attacking Zhou Yuan, Jin Zhang had flown out of the valley and was now in the air. The Genesis Rune Brush in his hand flickered, numerous Genesis Runes emerging as his gaze locked onto Wang Yuan.
With two core disciples currently targeting him, Wang Yuan's brows began to furrow. He knew that the current situation was no longer in their favor.
Therefore, he waved his hand decisively.
Although the numerous Holy Palace disciples around them were unwilling, they had no choice but to begin to retreat.
Several disciples landed on the collapsed peak and pulled Ning Mo out of the rubble. The latter had long since lost consciousness, his entire body soaked in blood, while a large part of his sunken chest was visible.
His breathing was extremely weak.
From the looks of it, it was very uncertain whether he will survive or not.
Wang Yuan's expression darkened even more upon seeing Ning Mo's condition. He looked grimly at Zhou Yuan and slowly said, "You are in big trouble."
"Is that so?" Zhou Yuan laughed softly.
"If Ning Mo dies because of you, the Holy Palace will make you pay a painful price!" Each word was said with a clear pause in the middle.
"Are you the one who is going to punish me?" Zhou Yuan raised the Heavenly Yuan Brush and pointed it at Wang Yuan.
Wang Yuan laughed coldly and said, “You are indeed quite powerful. However, don't be too happy just yet. “This area has been occupied by the Holy Palace, and unfortunately for you, the main disciple of the Holy Blood Hall is also present.”
“Head disciple of the Holy Blood Hall, Fan Yao?”
Zhou Yuan did not react to this name, but Jin Zhang's expression changed abruptly. He soon hurriedly conveyed to Zhou Yuan: “Fan Yao ranks third among the top ten disciples of the Holy Palace, and is much stronger than Ning Mo and Wang Yuan! “It is an extremely troublesome enemy!”
Zhou Yuan's eyes rippled for a moment as his brows furrowed slightly, not because of this new Fan Yao, but because he was a little surprised to hear that three core disciples of the Sacred Palace would be gathering in this district.
"These guys are also after the location of the six-color treasure?" A thought flashed through Zhou Yuan's head.
When Wang Yuan saw Jin Zhang's expression change, he said coldly, “I advise you to hurry up and leave this area while you can. When Fan Yao comes, you guys should be prepared to be buried here forever.”
After finishing, he cast one last icy glance at Zhou Yuan, before waving his hand and retreating.
“Zhou Yuan, you better start running like a dog that has lost its home. If we meet again, I will surely make you understand the fate of offending the Holy Palace!”
Wang Yuan retreated with the numerous Holy Palace disciples. It was a very wise move on his part, as he knew that they no longer had any advantage in the current situation.
Zhou Yuan did not try to stop them. The Sacred Palace group was not weak, and both sides would definitely suffer considerable losses if they fought.
The various factions were still watching from a distance, and would surely jump once they discovered any weakness.
Even though Wang Yuan left such threats behind, everyone could see them retreating in a rather miserable and dejected manner.
The numerous Cangxuan Sect disciples in the valley began to cheer.
In the distance, the various factions clicked their tongues in admiration. The Cangxuan Sect had clearly been in a very serious place before. Who could have expected that the appearance of that chief disciple of Holy Genesis Peak would bring about such a change?
Although he looked quite young, he gave off an impressive aura that made the various experts sigh heavily.
“I can’t believe that the fallen Saint Genesis Peak of the Cangxuan Sect would produce such an incredible individual…”