The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

Three moves were over. It was now Qing Yu's turn to attack.

No one expected that Zhang Yuanchu's three moves would end in such a manner. He didn't harm Qing Yu, didn't even make him move a step, it was completely a crushing situation.

Even Shi Jue, who was intent on stirring conflict within the Taoist sect, was utterly shocked. Beneath a seemingly calm exterior lay his profound apprehension of Qing Yu.

Though he had raised his evaluation of Qing Yu multiple times, Shi Jue realized he still underestimated him. Golden light gradually flooded his pupils, and his Heavenly Vision operated at its peak, hoping to glimpse Qing Yu's depths.

"Hmm..."

Suddently, Shi Jue closed his eyes, his body swaying slightly.

Beside him, Xin Zhu quickly grabbed Shi Jue's arm, concerned, "Master-nephew, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just a bit of soreness in my eyes," Shi Jue replied, squinting to cover the blood threads in his eyes.

He had just fully activated his Heavenly Vision, but was unable to perceive Qing Yu's depths, only feeling a flash of black sword light, immediately causing pain in his eyes.

If it weren't for his unique cultivation technique, encompassing the meaning of Silent Annihilation, sharing a similar source with that sword light, his eyes might have bled by now.

'Qing Yu...' Shi Jue murmured this name in his heart, feeling even more apprehensive.

At this moment, the faint golden track wheel around Qing Yu slowly dissipated, and his boundless aura began to rise increasingly, "Three moves are over, Young Heavenly Master, now it's my turn."

His voice was like a resounding bell, stirring the heart without a hint of harshness. The undisguised power of Qing Yu shocked and awed everyone present.

This was unlike the earlier fleeting collision with Zhang Yuanchu and no longer the previous restrained approach. Purely in terms of aura, none present could claim to match it.

Among the crowd from Sword Palace, an old man in gray transmitted his voice: "Yuan, are you sure this Master Qing Yu was still in Divine Origin a few years ago? This aura is comparable to my peak, perhaps even beyond. Moreover, I feel he is still hiding something."

Yuan Jianyi did not answer, only nodded slightly. The look in his eyes as he gazed at Qing Yu was filled with intense zeal; this would be his next target.

"Geez, you're making this monster your next target, that'll be tough." The old man clicked his tongue.

"But..."

His tone also turned ardent, "For us swordsmen, we must strive towards the peak. It's not that the goal is too far, only that our vision isn't far enough. Yuan, you've integrated the Sword Intent from the Holy Sword Stele, you are our future hope, you will be the next Sword God. This man before you won't be your final endpoint."

Remembering the desolation after the disbandment of Sword God Lake and the present hope and expectancy, the fire in the heart of this old man, who had buried his sword for half his life, burned no less fervently than Yuan Jianyi.

'The sealed potential is gradually being made accessible to Yuan...' the old man in gray thought silently.

On the other side, witnessing such an intimidating aura from Qing Yu, Zhang Jinggen couldn't help but step forward, "Sect Leader Qing Yu, I concede on behalf of my nephew. Now, Yuanchu's True Qi is less than fifty percent, he is no match for the Sect Leader. Please show mercy."

Admitting defeat decisively, with three hundred years of experience in the stormy worldly society, having lived thrice a normal lifetime, Zhang Jinggen wouldn't risk his life for reputation like Zhang Yuanchu. In his view, fame was important, but life was far more precious. Especially the life of a warrior in the Divinity Realm.

"Rest assured, Taoist Zhang, it is merely a spar, why would I take a life?" Qing Yu replied without turning his head.

Taking Zhang Yuanchu's life was out of the question, after all, it was stated before that it was just for sparring, wasn't it? However, losing today to Qing Yu might be even more painful for Zhang Yuanchu than death.

The Young Heavenly Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, easily defeated despite all advantages, along with a series of previous actions, Zhang Yuanchu, the Young Heavenly Master, would be completely ruined.

"The Young Heavenly Master's True Qi is less than fifty percent, so I will reduce the three moves to one," Qing Yu said gently, "After one move, our grievance will be dissolved."

"Qing Yu..." Zhang Yuanchu gritted his teeth.

Turning three moves into one was not leniency, it was an insult to him. Already crushed underfoot, yet subject to an added stomp, condemning him never to recover.

This was Qing Yu's style; even if he couldn't kill you, he'd leave you to languish in the agony of awaiting death. In his world, there was no concept of friend or foe, only the inevitable demise of enemies.

'Be thankful you have a supreme father...'

Behind Qing Yu rose a curtain of clear light. In this light, it seemed like another world, with a twelve-story Jade Tower floating within.

Jade Tower Golden Palace, unseen by the secular world. A sense of ethereal alienation pervaded this light.

The height of the Jade Tower far exceeded the peak of the Taiji Palace, yet everyone could clearly see the full view of the Jade Tower. Though it seemed like there was no reduction in size, they could see the entire Jade Tower.

The spatial disorientation was unsettling.

The world...

This was the thought in the minds of the witnesses at this moment.

No, it wasn't...

They turned to deny this thought.

Seemed like another world, but it was merely a similar illusion. The new Sect Leader of the Zhenwu Sect did not leap to a new level of fright.\\

Though not as expected, the power in this light was indeed alarming.

"Twelve Jade Tower Leaning Against the Clear Sky, Young Heavenly Master, take this move from me."

The light coiled around Qing Yu's hand, then his palm slowly pressed outward.

"Sect Leader Qing Yu..." Seeing this, Zhang Jinggen felt a foreboding and was about to step forward to intervene.

However, two figures blocked his path, rendering him immobile.

Xuanzhen and Tong Hua, these two quietly stood in front of him, locked in their aura, making it difficult to advance and thwart.

One palm pressed down without a sound, the light passed through Zhang Yuanchu's body, showing no apparent change. But he was soon confirmed as he flew out from the palace, disappearing from view outside the hall.

The light flickered, the Jade Tower slowly vanished, as if withdrawing into another world.

The great hall returned to a realm of tranquility.

Outside on the square, the flying figure crashed into the Big Cauldron emitting green smoke, yet it remained unharmed.

"Wah—"

Zhang Yuanchu spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision dimming with a dizziness enveloping him. Before fainting, he introspected his own body, finding it battered yet far from critical, and sighed with relief.

For ordinary people, such injuries would be lethal, but for a warrior in the Divinity Realm, recovery was just a matter of time.

He did not notice a colorful thin thread, seemingly real yet illusory, quietly wrapping around his finger.