Before leaving the Myriad Spirits City, Zen had called back Clyde and Raul.
Raul now waited anxiously, pacing back and forth at the City Guard House, carrying a thick tal club.
No one dared approach him except for Clyde, the leader of the Guide Weasel race. The full force of Raul's manic attack was enough to smash any living being.
He and his team had been about to take over the Sky Water City when Zen's order ca a few days ago.
Thinking of this made him restless. It left a bitter taste in his mouth.
On the other hand, he really was worried about Zen's and Elvinia's safety.
The Dark Region was much more dangerous than the Light Region. One couldn't act too rashly lest they risk their chance of survival.
At so point in the past few days, Raul had wanted to take the Giants to try to seize the Sky Water City again, but he had been stopped by Clyde.
Clyde refused to act without Zen's authorization. He was unconcerned about the remaining forces in the Sky Water City.
As Raul grew more anxious, Zen and Elvinia finally returned to the Myriad Spirits City.
As soon as Raul laid eyes on Zen, he rushed over to him, alight with excitent. “Sir, you're back safe and sound!”
Zen knew that Raul's excitent was more about what his return implied for the Giant race, but the fact that an Other Shore creature was so concerned about his safety still touched him.
Inside the City Guard House hall, the core figures of the Guide Weasel race and the Giant race now gathered.
Clyde thought for a long ti before posing his burning question to Zen. “When will you attack the Sky Water City, Sir?”
The Other Shore creatures of the Myriad Spirits City apparently didn't know that Zen had already been there. Zen told them this now.
“What?” Clyde was surprised by this.
“The Star Falcon race already fled the Sky Water City. You can bring your people to take it over. No one will put up any resistance,” Zen continued.
The Star Falcon race's escape, of course, was futile. They were still on Stage Fourteen.
After losing their base and suffering a heavy blow from Zen, they would not be able to recover imdiately.
The only small rcy for them was that Zen had no interest in hunting down their remaining mbers himself. He left it to the large races of the Sky Water City and the Myriad Spirits City.
Three days later, the Giant race and the Guide Weasel race took control of the Sky Water City.
Sure enough, just as Zen had said, no one even tried to stop them from entering the city. In fact, the several large races in the city were scrambling to join them.
These large races would have posed so difficulty if they had decided to fight back as a united force. Clyde and Raul knew very well the only real reason they were able to take over the Sky Water City so smoothly was because of Zen.
Hence, Zen had now occupied the only two cities of Stage Fourteen.
After the takeover of the Sky Water City, he invited the Pear Hill to establish a stronghold in the Myriad Spirits City.
The Pear Hill initially refused. They had seen no need for strongholds in any cities over the years.
However, Zen persuaded them to change their minds. He didn't want Yan to have to be so far away from him anymore.
With these developnts, Stage Fourteen had effectively fallen into the control of the Oneness Sky Palace, or rather Zen.
The disciples of the Land of Sword Grief were elated by the news.
The disciples of the Oneness Sky Palace could never have imagined having this much influence in Stage Fourteen just two months ago.
The disciples on the first floor were now all in respectful awe of Zen.
A new month began a few days later.
According to the rules of the Land of Sword Grief, during this period, all disciples would automatically obtain a right to challenge other disciples on the sa floor to determine their rankings.
The top ten disciples all coveted the number one spot held by Zen, and were intent on displacing him from the top rank.
They weren't able to do so at the beginning of last month because of Zen's closed-door cultivation. No one on the first floor had dared to disturb him.
But since today marked the beginning of another new month, the disciples on the first floor all either paused or finished their cultivation to challenge their opponents. The arena behind the bronze building was now teeming with disciples.
Zen also ca to the arena, coming out of the room ant for the top rank and making his way to the front of the audience.
His arrival attracted many people's attention.
“Zen has finished his cultivation!”
“Is he going to challenge soone this ti?”
“Will he challenge soone on the second floor?”
“That's possible!”
Zen ignored the hubbub around him and kept his eyes on the ongoing match in the arena.
Chaim was facing off with a senior disciple of the Land of Sword Grief, Layton Zhao, who was ranked 600th.
Chaim was a newcor exercising his right of challenge only for the second ti, but he already had the guts to challenge soone holding the 600th spot.
The newcors had actually been all performing well, so far. Elvinia, Dorothy, Milo and so others had made it to the top 1, 000 at the beginning of last month, which was an admirable accomplishnt.
The only reason their stellar performance largely went unrecognized was Zen, of course, outshone them all.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
On the arena, Chaim hovered around Layton, moving like a gale.
Without using their Other Shore Tokens, they competed on physical strength and fighting techniques alone.
Layton had an absolute advantage in terms of physical strength, but his bodily movent skill was not as good as Chaim's. Every ti he tried to approach Chaim, Chaim would deftly dodge.
Layton beca a little impatient with Chaim's evasion.
He quickened his pace, aning to force Chaim into a dead corner.
But it seed Chaim could see through Layton's plan. With a slight twist of his shoulder, he flashed past Layton like a nimble fish.
Layton didn't expect this move. He inadvertently left his back exposed.
Chaim wouldn't miss such an opening.
He stopped mid-air and turned, gathering all his strength into three palm strikes on Layton.
“Take this!”
Chaim's every move was calculated. The reason he dared to make this challenge was that he had rged with a new Other Shore Token in Stage Fourteen.
The power given by the Other Shore Token from the Desire World was much stronger than that in the Lust World. This was what made Chaim so confident.
The three palm strikes were powerful. Each palm strike contained nearly three thousand divine gatons of force, and they overlapped with each other, magnifying their strength.
Layton reached the Chaotic Source Realm a long ti ago. With long-term cultivation, the Chaotic Source Spirits in his body had already made great progress. But even he couldn't put up a resistance in ti.
The powerful palm force on his back slamd into his body. The Chaotic Source Spirits in his body started to lose energy. As the impact surged within him, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Chaim had won the match. He turned to Layton and straightened up, his hands cupped neatly in front of him. “I won,” Chaim said, with a curt bow.
Layton felt dejected. Losing to a newcor was always humiliating. But he suddenly rembered Cleon, who had also lost to a newcor. He started to feel a little better. He nodded civilly back to Chaim and left the arena.
“Layton was defeated?”
“We can't underestimate Chaim. He has only been in the Land of Sword Grief for one and a half months, but he has already been able to defeat soone of a much higher rank!”
“No matter how powerful he is, though, he is still no match for Zen.”
When Chaim overheard this, he smiled sheepishly to himself.
The new Other Shore Token that he had rged with was a gift from the Ear Mouse race. And they only gave it to him because of Zen.
After all, everyone in the whole Myriad Spirits City was trying to get on Zen's good graces.
Admittedly, before entering the Chaotic Source World, Chaim had once thought he might have a chance against Zen.
By now, of course, he had realized how foolish it was to ever think that.
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