Chapter 61: Master Qi Zheng

"Kill!"

"Kill!!!"

Tian Zhan charged down with the speed of a tiger, and Shen Chen's long sword met him with the swiftness of lightning. In the blink of an eye, the two figures clashed in mid-air.

"Yinming Ghost Slash!"

"Shadow Ghost Sword!"

"Yinquan Flow Cut!"

Three moves were unleashed simultaneously. This time, Shen Chen held nothing back. For those who wanted to kill him, he knew no mercy, only repaying them a hundredfold!

Of course, Tian Zhan on the other side was no pushover. The power of the Ninth Rank Blood Fusion Realm was concentrated in his arms, and he swung his twin flails with great force. A yellowish-brown vortex rapidly spun around the flails, and as they moved, they even tore the air, creating a brief vacuum.

"Boom!!!"

In the next moment, the two figures clashed head-on in mid-air. The techniques had reached such a level that even before their weapons met, the two formidable forces had already collided. The sword aura and the might of the twin flails clashed, and with a terrifying explosion, a shocking wave of energy spread through the air. Where it passed, flagpoles and wooden stakes were severed, and even the tiles on the main gate of the Purple Mist Hall were blown off in large numbers.

This round of confrontation was undoubtedly the most breathtaking moment of the competition so far. Many disciples were stunned, and even the elders of the sect sucked in their breaths. Could this really be the result of a battle between two junior disciples?

"Boy, your three moves are nothing special, hahaha..." In mid-air, Tian Zhan was directly thrown back. However, in the instant he was airborne, a fierce and deranged smile appeared on his face. This round of peak confrontation had not gone well for him, but the boy on the other side had also suffered greatly.

Indeed, as he flew backward, Shen Chen spat out a mouthful of blood. The power of the Ninth Rank Blood Fusion Realm was astonishingly vast. Shen Chen had originally thought that within the Blood Fusion Realm, each rank would increase strength by about a thousand pounds. However, at the Ninth Rank, the power had doubled compared to the previous rank.

Tian Zhan's attack had at least the force of sixteen to seventeen thousand pounds. No wonder Elder Sima Chuan had said that the Eighth and Ninth Ranks were a complete watershed.

However, although Shen Chen spat out a large mouthful of blood and was in great pain, he still smiled after wiping the blood away.

"Hehe..."

Indeed, Shen Chen was sneering.

However, this smile did not last long. His body, which had been thrown back, was quickly stopped. Just as his back was about to collide with a watchtower, he suddenly kicked his foot backward, and his body, which had been flying backward, instantly shot forward again.

"Your Blood Tide Technique is good, but you are already exhausted, while I... still have the strength to kill you!"

The cold words came out from between Shen Chen's teeth as he lunged forward. At some point, the golden long sword in his hand had already thrust forward, aiming to pierce Tian Zhan before he landed.

"This... is impossible!!!"

Before he even landed, Tian Zhan was already pale with shock, his pupils contracting. Shen Chen was right; after such a powerful and domineering attack, he was already exhausted, but that boy... still had strength left!

How could this be?!

"Hehe, in my presence, nothing is impossible. Accept your fate!" Shen Chen's long sword, tinged with purple light, thrust forward, and his face was filled with a cold sneer. The smile was like that of a demon just before taking a life, cold and merciless.

"No... don't kill me..." Tian Zhan was terrified, already smelling the scent of death. Among martial artists, those who were not afraid of death were few, especially someone as young and talented as he was, who was filled with fear at the approaching sword.

However, Shen Chen's cold and decisive killing blow ultimately did not pierce Tian Zhan's throat. Elder Sima Chuan had rushed over, and although he could not stop Tian Zhan from being scared, he arrived just in time to prevent Shen Chen from killing Tian Zhan.

"Boy, when you can spare someone, do so. Let it go!" The old man leaped up, waved his sleeve, and gently stopped Shen Chen's actions, a helpless smile on his face.

"Brat, don't act rashly. If you kill Tian Zhan, you will have big trouble. The Tian family is powerful in this area. Even if our Flowing Cloud Sect is not afraid, if the Tian family really decides to纠缠 (harass) us, it's hard to ensure that no one in the sect will turn against you!" At the same time, Liao Yan also hurriedly transmitted a message to Shen Chen's ear.

Shen Chen, after giving a cold glance at Tian Zhan, who was hiding behind Sima Chuan with a fearful expression, immediately put away the golden long sword without any expression.

With Shen Chen's personality, he was not afraid of the Tian family, but even if he did not consider himself, he had to consider the Flowing Cloud Sect.

"Hehe, you boy, you have truly surprised me again and again. Perhaps now you really have the qualifications to challenge your senior brother Qi Zheng..." Seeing Shen Chen stop, Elder Sima Chuan let out a long sigh of relief, shaking his head with a bitter smile.

However, just as the old man's words faded, a faint laugh came from the direction of Yunlan Peak behind the Purple Mist Hall.

"Hehe, this junior brother not only has the qualifications to challenge me, but in a short time, even I might not be his match!"

Soon, a young man in silver armor slowly walked over from the stone path.

The young man looked to be about twenty years old, with a golden long spear on his back and a shiny silver armor. His demeanor was gentle and refined, but with each step, he exuded an overwhelming and invincible aura, like a young general returning from the battlefield.

"Such a formidable fighting spirit, even without drawing his spear, he gives off a strong sense of pressure. Who is he..." As the young man walked toward the square, Shen Chen's cold eyes suddenly froze, no longer paying attention to Tian Zhan behind Sima Chuan, but focusing intently on the young man.

"Hehe, I am Qi Zheng. Your reputation has already reached my ears, junior brother!" The newcomer introduced himself with a loud voice, smiling as he walked toward Shen Chen. Qi Zheng's appearance froze the atmosphere of the entire square.

Many sect disciples' faces changed, and their eyes were filled with intense admiration and enthusiasm when they looked at this young man who was about their age.

Such a look had never appeared when Tian Zhan, Yuan Xiao, and others took the stage!

"Senior Brother Qi Zheng..."

"Senior Brother Qi Zheng has come..."

"After several years, Senior Brother Qi Zheng has finally returned..."

Surprisingly, this time there were no loud cheers or exclamations on the square. However, when each person greeted Qi Zheng, their words were filled with unfeigned respect, a respect that came from the heart and did not need to be embellished with tone.

Under everyone's gaze, Qi Zheng quickly came to Shen Chen's side. He first bowed slightly to the sect master and the elders in the VIP seats, then nodded to Elder Sima Chuan, and finally, his gaze fell on Shen Chen.

"Meeting Senior Brother Qi Zheng!" Shen Chen was not a rebellious person. Facing such a revered figure among the sect disciples, he also clasped his hands and greeted him with a smile.

Shen Chen soon noticed that Zhong Ling and Fang Han, who had previously gone up the mountain to challenge Qi Zheng, were also walking down from Yunlan Peak. However, from their listless expressions, it was clear that the results of their challenges were not good.

Seemingly sensing Shen Chen's gaze, the little demon Zhong Ling quickly turned around, glared at him, and pouted, whispering, "You really have some skills, getting ahead of your senior sister so quickly!"

Shen Chen rolled his eyes upon hearing this, thinking that being on top of a senior sister was better than being on top of a little demon like her...

On the other side, the taciturn Fang Han also looked at him with a complex expression, then turned away dejectedly. He had seen the entire battle between Shen Chen and Tian Zhan from halfway up the mountain. Fang Han knew that if it had been him, he would have lost even faster. He was much stronger than Yuan Xiao, but still far behind Tian Zhan, whose cultivation had increased dramatically. Thinking about how he had publicly asked Shen Chen to come down and find him, Fang Han felt a bit self-deprecating.

"Hehe, since you're here, Qi Zheng, why don't you have a good fight with this boy? It will be good for him to know the gap between you two!" At this moment, Liao Yan stood up from the VIP seats, smiling, with a teasing tone in his words.

Shen Chen and Qi Zheng were both disciples he highly valued. The duel between them would likely be less intense, and Liao Yan felt quite relaxed