"This is..."
The flas in his eyes grew larger and larger.
Still squeezing his stamina, squeezing the remaining power in his body, squeezing the Spiritual Energy in his ridians and Dantian. The vortex of the Demon Heart Technique was nearing its end, yet he still summoned the Mountain River Fan to make his position perfectly advantageous.
A deep purple talisman was instantly ignited.
In an instant, the Chief Gu of Dragon Head Peak felt a chill down his spine, his legs frozen in place, wanting to escape but realizing that the speed was too quick for him to dodge.
"This kid is really at the Core Formation stage?"
His eyelids twitched furiously, his heart stopped abruptly.
A strong sense of unease swept over him, making him shiver. Although Gu Miyun was a sect disciple, he had grown through experiences outside over the years, becoming seasoned. He hadn’t been like Jiang Feng, constantly risking his life, but he had faced many hardships.
His intuition told him that the last move of this kid was certainly not sothing to be resisted with the body and spear. If not mistaken, it was likely a Divine Skill beyond Magic Treasures and Daoist Skills.
"Demon Suppression Immortal Venerable, heed my divine command, Purple Gold Alms Bowl, transform into my body!"
Without any hesitation, he used the sect’s Magic Treasure.
A Purple Gold Alms Bowl like a lotus was held in the man’s hands; as the Spell was cast, the object enveloped his body, adding a touch of divine presence, as if a Heavenly Venerate had descended.
Behind him, a phantom appeared, nine lotus blossoms, standing on the lotus seat. Though the Vajra Warrior shattered earlier, it still stood sternly behind him, fierce towards the front, with the Demon-Subduing Pestle that had been inserted into the ground rising again, directly roaring at Jiang Feng.
And that dazzling light rapidly closed the distance, the two sides colliding together!
"This is..."
The incident happened suddenly, and no one could predict such a situation.
Even the elders on the platform reacted slower than expected, initially amused watching Jiang Feng, wondering what trick he was playing. But the outco was unexpected...
What the hell, it was gunpowder?
Only Sect Master Gu Yuanshan acted before the flash of fire hit, instinctively tensing to rise. With his capability, preventing it would have been easy, but he still chose not to intervene in disciples’ duels, feeling a bit hesitant.
Of course.
He wasn’t worried about his grandson getting shot dead by Jiang Feng. Gu Miyun wasn’t stupid; when it ca to life and death, everything was calculated. If this kid was truly that dumb and rigid, getting shot down that way, he had nothing to say. He’d surely be dood sooner or later.
What truly worried him was Jiang Feng.
From their realm, it was clear the kid’s strength was already depleted. This state was extrely hazardous; the Thunder Essence within Jiang Feng already exhausted his energy significantly, and now with Spiritual Energy depleted, plus using so unknown Cultivation Technique, it was precariously close to danger.
Under this extre load, Jiang Feng stubbornly fought Gu Miyun in the Martial Arts Arena for half an hour, no, a glance at the sky showed they had battled nearly an hour!
Thus it was easy to imagine Jiang Feng’s current state; to put it bluntly, even outsiders could see that after this battle, regardless of the outco, Jiang Feng would certainly have to return ho and suffer a major illness. Now that the Demon Heart Technique ceased operation, his body was both empty and suffering backlash.
The crux was that even Gu Miyun’s Magic Treasure and Ground-Born Lotus were beyond his control, which was why he imposed restrictions on himself. But now, even he was perilously compromised, and how could he possibly care about his opponent?
"Don’t worry; soone is more anxious than you."
Zhang Shanyuan calmly said this sentence.
He turned his head to discover Liu Tangxi had vanished without a trace.
He sighed helplessly.
Gu Yuanshan was fairly temperate, representing the conservative faction, while contrasting was his master uncle, bold and ticulous, fond of stirring trouble since childhood. Despite seeming calm now, he greatly agitated his master during his youth.
"Master uncle, is it not excessive for sect disciples to battle so intensely, leaving them open to potential injuries? After all, they’re all the future of the sect."
Upon seeing Liu Tangxi gone, Gu Yuanshan’s expression slightly improved; at least, it was unlikely anyone was in real danger.
He most feared Liu Tangxi and Liu Jian, that old bastard, would just stand aside as their apprentices were nearly killed, uttering nonsense like "to distinguish rank and determine life and death," and end up having to save them himself.
"Back then, when your master uncle attended the Nine Peaks Martial Gathering, your scoundrel of a master showed no rcy."
"With a cultivation better by half a level, he forced onto the ground for a beating. Originally a friendly contest ended angrily, from noon till sunset, your scoundrel master broke six of my bones, and I took three months to fully recover."
"Ha, your master granduncle didn’t utter a single word, even fanning the flas on the side."
"..."
One sentence left the Sect Master speechless.
The sect’s martial arts gatherings never had strict requirents; typically injuries occurred since both parties were fighting full force, making it hard to restrain, sotis compounded by personal grievances. It’s quite normal.
The elders seldom interfered in such matters; they mostly intervened at critical monts to ensure disciples weren’t irreversibly hard, since such training thods were rare and closely tied to future prospects, everyone naturally fought with all their might.
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