Chapter 12: Suppression With Just a Palm! Challenge!
"Who dares to hurt my son?" the phantom roared with anger as its oppressive gaze swept through the foot of the mountain.
The phantom took the form of a middle-aged man.
He had a sharp, angular face and a well-trimmed beard. He bore a striking resemblance to Long Feng, who stood behind him.
Combined with his earlier words and the way he made his entrance, it was clear to all that this man was Elder Long, Long Feng’s father.
As soon as his phantom materialized, Elder Long ignored the other people and his gaze locked onto Chen Xuan.
Then, he roared once more.
"You dare hurt my son?" he questioned, stretching out his right hand.
His palm instantly grew bigger, large enough for its shadow to shroud Chen Xuan.
Elder Long pointed his finger and aimed it at him.
Screams erupted as the crowd scrambled to escape.
Even the Foundation Establishment Elders fled, knowing they had no place getting involved in such a fight.
Only Xiao Huo, Long Feng, and Huo Ling’er remained near the entrance.
The former were shielded by the phantom’s power, while the latter forgot to move.
She stared at Chen Xuan with teary eyes and hesitated, unsure whether to help him.
The only person who remained calm throughout this process was Chen Xuan.
Faced with the sudden attack, he didn’t so much as blink, much less grow frightened.
Chen Xuan knew Elder Long.
He was an Elder at the Early Stage of Core Formation.
Chen Xuan wouldn’t have been afraid of him even before his breakthrough, let alone now, after his strength had transformed.
Moreover...
’The talisman only contains one of his blows. The phantom seems conscious, but it’s merely an illusion.’
Still, Chen Xuan did not choose to meet the attack head-on.
He didn’t rely on his cultivation base. Rather, his mental power poured into the robe and actively cast one of its abilities.
The patterns along the surface of the Evergreen Robe lit up.
A lifelike dragon, half-black and half-white, emerged and curled up in front of him.
When the colossal finger descended, it didn’t land on Chen Xuan, but on its tough scales.
Yet, this powerful attack, enough to split mountains and level cities, only left behind a faint white mark.
The finger’s momentum halted abruptly. Then, a sharp crack rang out, followed by a deafening crash.
The phantom broke apart.
First the finger, then the hand, and the rest of the arm. A shockwave quickly spread through the phantom.
Its entire body soon shattered. It transformed into burning ashes that were blown away by the passing wind.
The mere phantom of a Core Formation cultivator had met the real deal.
Such an outcome was to be expected.
However, Xiao Huo below was unwilling to accept it.
"Impossible!" he screamed, "How could Elder Long fail to defeat you?"
"You must have cheated! Yes! You must have secretly manipulated the Yin Yang Peak’s formation!"
Rather than believing that the "useless handsome face" was powerful, Xiao Huo preferred to believe that Chen Xuan had relied on external forces.
Upon that "realization
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