Chapter 79

Boom!

That loud noise startled the many young geniuses in the Heavenly Guard Camp.

Some of the young men who were in seclusion were suddenly awakened and looked in that direction.

"Who are those two young men who sent Lei Zuo flying with one move?"

"Could they not understand the rules of the Heavenly Guard Camp, daring to destroy the wooden houses here?"

The young men all turned their heads, their hearts filled with shock.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei, who were sparring, were also startled by the commotion.

They saw that the wooden house originally belonging to Lei Zuo had collapsed and shattered.

Lei Zuo himself, covered in dust and wooden boards, flew out of the dust cloud, shouting in anger.

"You two, how dare you destroy my house, are you not afraid of the Heavenly Guard Camp's punishment!"

Lei Zuo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a more intense martial arts inner strength gathered in his palm, the air swirling and roaring.

"We are not members of the Heavenly Guard Camp."

The graceful young man pursed his lips, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.

The stern young man, who was the instigator, remained silent.

"Absolute Wind Break Sky!"

Lei Zuo, burning with anger, the martial arts inner strength in his palm condensed and exploded, forming a fierce wind that tore and roared, rushing towards the two uninvited guests.

This move was already his full-power peak attack at the seventh level of martial arts, capable of killing several martial artists at once.

"Let me handle it!"

The graceful young man smiled lightly, a layer of white energy wave surrounding his body. With a single spin of his hand, a strange, invisible palm force shot out, actually absorbing Lei Zuo's powerful move, making it disappear without a trace.

"Ah!"

Lei Zuo felt his body uncontrollably leaning forward, his expression filled with shock. He quickly used his martial arts inner strength and light body martial arts to retreat into the air.

"Hehe, come down!"

The graceful young man spun his hand again, and Lei Zuo felt as if there was an invisible vortex under his feet, pulling his body down.

Thud!

Lei Zuo's body fell and was kicked several meters away by the graceful young man.

"Sigh, it seems the Heavenly Guard Camp doesn't have any outstanding geniuses."

The graceful young man shook his head.

"I told you so."

The stern young man was concise and to the point. The implication was, I told you it wasn't necessary, but you insisted on dragging me here...

The graceful young man was momentarily speechless.

The battle ended in an instant.

Hiss!

The young geniuses in the Heavenly Guard Camp were filled with fear, each one drawing a cold breath.

Lei Zuo, ranked second among the Ten Heavenly Guards, lost without any resistance.

"Just now, the martial arts he used clearly exceeded the top level. Could it be..."

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised.

He was certain that the martial arts move the graceful young man used to defeat Lei Zuo was at least of the semi-saint level!

"Who said the Heavenly Guard Camp has no one?"

A cold, clear voice came from a nearby wooden house.

Whoosh!

A handsome young man with silver hair appeared near the dust.

"Feng Yin Yue!"

The young men in the Heavenly Guard Camp all showed signs of joy.

Feng Yin Yue ranked first among the Ten Heavenly Guards and had advanced to the seventh level of martial arts earlier, his strength far surpassing Lei Zuo.

After Lei Zuo advanced to the seventh level, he had a battle with Feng Yin Yue and lost in less than ten moves.

"Hmm? Seems like there's a decent genius."

The graceful young man smiled and sized up Feng Yin Yue.

Feng Yin Yue stood still, his body enveloped in a layer of silver, illusory energy, his silver hair and clothes fluttering.

Whoosh!

The two young men's figures instantly crossed, accompanied by a loud explosion, the air waves rolling and leaving a trail of scratches on the ground.

"Heavenly Illusion Style!"

Feng Yin Yue used the remnant of a saint-level martial arts, his movements like illusory moon shadows, overlapping and extremely fast.

"Wind Vortex Divine Skill!"

The graceful young man, however, stood still, his hands clasped together, forming a series of white energy waves around his body, like ripples in water, the center becoming deeper and deeper.

What!

Feng Yin Yue felt his body stifled, pulled by an invisible force.

"What is this skill? My saint-level remnant move is almost powerless against it."

Feng Yin Yue's movement technique failed, and he had no choice but to clash with the opponent head-on.

Ugh!

The graceful young man's hands swept, the surrounding wind howling, the white energy waves rapidly twisting, forming a series of light rings that continuously bound Feng Yin Yue.

"Illusion Moon Heaven Slash!"

Feng Yin Yue shouted in shock, the silver light energy between his arms emitting a chill, transforming into a phantom-like blade, clashing with the graceful young man.

The two forces persisted for a moment, the air waves and wind swirling around them.

In the end, the graceful young man's martial arts inner strength was deeper, annihilating Feng Yin Yue's semi-saint level martial arts.

Thud!

Feng Yin Yue's body flew back seven or eight meters, his clothes torn in several places, his face slightly pale: "Even a semi-saint level martial arts move is no match for him. Could he be practicing a true saint-level martial arts...?"

"Not bad, you managed to last twenty moves against me."

The graceful young man smiled, showing an appreciative look.

At that moment, his aura was fully revealed, the invisible pressure making Lei Zuo and Feng Yin Yue breathe with difficulty.

"Martial Arts Eighth Level..."

Lei Zuo was shocked speechless.

The cultivation of the graceful young man surpassed all the young geniuses in the Heavenly Guard Camp, even surpassing Feng Yin Yue.

"Martial Arts Eighth Level... and even an Eighth Level peak."

Zhao Feng's left eye flickered, his heart racing.

The other stern young man's cultivation was even more terrifying, reaching the Eighth Level peak.

It was hard to imagine that there were such geniuses in the world, merely fifteen or sixteen years old, with cultivation approaching the peak of the Ninth Level of martial arts.

After all, in many people's eyes, the Ninth Level of martial arts was already a peak, and the saint realm was just a legend.

"Who are you!"

Feng Yin Yue's eyes narrowed, his face filled with caution.

"My name is Nan Gong Fan, and this is my junior, Bei Mo."

The graceful young man introduced himself.

Nan Gong Fan? Bei Mo?

The young men present were slightly stunned, indicating they had never heard of them.

However, such powerful geniuses, being inside the Guangling Prefecture, how could they not know?

"Nan Gong Junior, Bei Junior, why do you have the leisure to come here?"

A voice came from the pavilion in the middle of the wasteland.

Before anyone could react, a wooden-faced young man appeared on the scene like a ghost.

The wooden-faced young man was also the Third Guard, the manager of the Heavenly Guard Camp.

"Meeting you, Senior Brother."

Nan Gong Fan and Bei Mo both bowed.

Senior Brother? The Third Guard was actually their senior brother?

Lei Zuo and the others rolled their eyes, swallowing the complaints and questions they were about to make.

"Let me introduce you. These two are disciples of Lord Guang Jun."

The wooden-faced young man said to the young men in the Heavenly Guard Camp.

"Disciples of Lord Guang Jun?"

The young geniuses present were filled with shock, admiration, envy, and jealousy, looking at the two uninvited guests.

"No wonder they are so powerful, they are disciples of Lord Guang Jun."

Many geniuses felt a bit more at ease.

"I heard that our Master will come out of seclusion in half a month and may select disciples from the Heavenly Guard Camp. We came to observe."

Nan Gong Fan smiled.

The stern young man, Bei Mo, beside him, looked uninterested.

"Bei Junior, in my Heavenly Guard Camp, there are one or two decent geniuses. One of them may surpass you in your area of expertise."

The Third Guard smiled mysteriously.

Upon hearing this, Nan Gong Fan and Bei Mo immediately showed interest.

"Who?"

Bei Mo's eyes flicked, scanning the young geniuses in the wasteland.

In their eyes, the only genius in the Heavenly Guard Camp worth looking at was Feng Yin Yue.

"Zhao Feng."

The wooden-faced young man's lips curved slightly, his gaze shifting to Zhao Feng nearby.

"Does Lord Third Guard need me for something?"

Zhao Feng found it strange and walked to the group.

Him?

Nan Gong Fan and Bei Mo stared at him in unison.

Being stared at by a genius at the Eighth Level and an Eighth Level peak, Zhao Feng felt a great deal of pressure.

"Bei Junior, your talent is excellent, especially your memory, which is truly photographic, even praised by our Master. However, compared to Zhao Feng, you may be slightly inferior."

The Third Guard said calmly.

"Hehe, is that true?"

Nan Gong Fan also looked excited.

It seemed these two were deliberately trying to undermine their junior, Bei Mo.

Indeed, Bei Mo's talent was so extraordinary that it almost reached the point of making the two of them envious.

In terms of talent, insight, and other aspects, Bei Mo far surpassed them.

Now, the wooden-faced young man had finally found someone who, in terms of memory, could surpass Bei Mo, and since this person was from the Heavenly Guard Camp he managed, he naturally would not let this opportunity pass.

"I don't believe it."

Bei Mo said coldly.

"How will you know if you don't test it?"

Nan Gong Fan was eager, though he did not fully believe it either.

Soon, the group entered the pavilion in the middle of the wasteland.

Without a word, the wooden-faced young man took out a martial arts secret manual and placed it on the table: "This is a semi-saint level martial arts, 'Smoke Wave Shadow Step'."

A semi-saint level martial arts?

Zhao Feng's eyes lit up.

"You two haven't learned this martial arts, right?"

He glanced at Zhao Feng and Bei Mo.

"No!"

Bei Mo and Zhao Feng both shook their heads.