Cultivating with Bragging System

"This was merely a spar. You already lost. Why resort to a killing blow?"

Zhou Tong truly intended to kill. He wanted to eliminate Bei Tangfeng right here, once and for all. Whether it was rage born from humiliation or that he had simply lost his cool, his actions were inexcusable.

Wang Xiu rarely felt malice toward the prodigies of his generation, but when he witnessed such a treacherous, murderous act, he could not sit idly by.

"None of your business!" Zhou Tong's eyes were bloodshot. It was as if some power was surging within him, causing him to gradually lose his sanity.

The Blood Blade trembled violently, emitting terrifying waves of light that blotted out the sky. They enveloped Wang Xiu, threatening to slice him to pieces. But the white robes he wore seemed capable of isolating all killing intent from the outside world. Wang Xiu's physical body, tempered by the Primordial Bo Tian Scripture, had long reached a state unimaginable to ordinary people. It was comparable to a Magical Treasure, and the myriad of blade lights could not shake him in the slightest.

CLANG!

Wang Xiu flicked his finger, striking the Blood Blade. The impact was like a great mountain slamming into it. An unimaginable force erupted, and a terrifying fissure cracked the ground beneath Zhou Tong's feet, stretching out for a hundred miles. The Blood Blade shattered, turning into a rain of blood. Zhou Tong himself was sent flying backward, his face pale, vomiting blood as if he had been struck by lightning.

SWISH!

Wang Xiu raised his hand. A colossal palm imprint of qi and blood materialized, darkening the sky. It appeared before the flying Zhou Tong, grabbing him like a chick and hoisting him into the air. He then dragged him back to the original spot and forced him to his knees on the ground.

Dead silence fell upon the crowd. Everyone stared, stunned, at the scene unfolding before them. It had all happened too fast. Zhou Tong had unleashed his full, unsuppressed power, a force that almost no one below the Nascent Soul realm could withstand. Yet Wang Xiu had suppressed him with a mere flick of his hand.

"Release him! Otherwise, even if you are killed, your Sect won't dare do a thing for you!"

At that moment, a cold voice rang out. A woman had appeared silently atop a mountain, gazing down with indifference. The very space around her twisted as runes permeated the air, as if heaven and earth themselves pulsed with her breath. Her voice was chilling, carrying an unimaginable pressure. A tempest began to brew between heaven and earth as countless motes of dust twisted into a storm, striking fear into the hearts of all who witnessed it.

[Ding!]

[Detected someone nearby boasting. Congratulations, Host, for gaining Mana +299!]

"Chu You!"

"It's really her!"

"The head of the three great war generals under the Taixu's Young Ancestor! She actually came!"

"They say her Cultivation Level has already broken through to the Eighth Heaven of the Nascent Soul!"

"This is big trouble!"

"Not just anyone can become a war general under Ye Guhong's command; each one has a Cultivation Level that has reached the peak of the younger generation. Zhou Tong once tried to follow him, but he wasn't deemed worthy..."

"Junior Brother, it's better to avoid trouble. Just let him go!"

"That's right! There's no need to act on a moment's anger and offend someone you can't afford to provoke!"

The crowd was in an uproar. The prodigies of the Holy Realm who knew the woman's identity were all trembling with fear, and they even began to persuade Wang Xiu to release Zhou Tong.

Wang Xiu's expression remained placid. With his hands clasped behind his back, he lightly stomped his foot.

BOOM!

The ground split open, and Zhou Tong fell into the fissure, buried until only his head was left exposed.

A frosty look spread across Chu You's face. "You're courting death!"

Dense runes surged around her, transforming into a cataclysmic downpour of icy rain. It descended with world-destroying power, silencing all of creation.

"You're the one courting death!"

Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out. A dazzling figure in red tore through the air, her jade-like fist smashing down. The void itself trembled as destructive waves spread in every direction, instantly dissipating the icy rain. The terrifying aftershock of the blow obliterated the mountain peak where Chu You had been standing.

Chu You's form flickered, and she reappeared in the distance. Staring at the newcomer, she raised an eyebrow. "Luo Hongyi!"