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Chapter 243 The Eight Desolations Burn the Heavens, Myriad Transformations Display Their Power, Cutting Through the Peaks (5K)

Duan Feng's strength is beyond doubt. Although he lost to Zhu Yan, no one can deny his power.

With this move, everyone is hoping he can reach the top, and along with that anticipation comes envy.

"Duan Feng has made his move; the other talented martial artists must be getting impatient too."

"Damn it, why don't I have the strength? If I could climb up there, I would definitely make Su Chen pay!"

"It's all because Su Chen is too cunning..."

"..."

Amidst the complaints of the crowd, Zhu Yan appeared not far away. He looked at the towering peak before him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"As expected of my benefactor, he actually came up with this idea. In this way, we don't need to deal with too many martial artists."

He chuckled, guessing Su Chen's thoughts: with this peak, most martial artists could be blocked.

However, he did not let his guard down; the truly troublesome ones were those powerful Nascent Soul Realm warriors.

"I must hurry up and lend my benefactor a hand."

The longer it dragged on, the more dangerous it would be for Su Chen. Zhu Yan didn't delay any longer. His Yuan Power surged and transformed into a beam of light that shot into the sky.

Just as he leaped into the air, he suddenly stopped, and a familiar figure came into view.

It was Duan Feng.

Even more disheveled than when he was brutally beaten last time, Duan Feng was like a windmill, spinning rapidly in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, it fell to the ground, smashing a huge crater several meters deep and kicking up dust several meters high.

"What happened? Did our benefactor intervene?"

Zhu Yan stopped what he was doing, turned to Duan Feng, and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

The martial artists around the mountain were all stunned by what they saw.

One second Duan Feng was all high and mighty, the next he was drenched and fell down in a sorry state. Has Su Chen’s strength really reached such a level?

Duan Feng's injuries were not serious. He quickly stood up, his face grim, and gritted his teeth, saying, "All martial artists of the Eight Desolations Palace above the Nascent Soul Realm, come with me!"

"Yes!" Duan Feng's fellow disciple responded in agreement.

Dozens of martial artists at the Nascent Soul realm transformed into dozens of beams of light that shot up from the ground and into the clouds.

“Let’s go up too,” said a young man in a blue robe from Shangyuan Palace.

The successive actions of the two top sects directly boosted the morale of the martial artists.

Ten breaths later, dozens more Nascent Soul Realm warriors soared into the air.

Seeing this, Zhu Yan did not hesitate any longer. He blurred and disappeared into the clouds.

Not far away, Pang Hao's eyes were fixed on Zhu Yan. After Zhu Yan went up, Pang Hao hesitated for a moment.

Tweet!
In mid-air, a sharp cry resounded through the sky.

The crowd looked around and saw a golden eagle floating in the mist.

The golden eagle has a huge body, with its lower body being pitch black and its upper body flowing with a dark gold color, as if it were cast in pure gold, overflowing with golden light.

A single, multicolored feather shimmers atop its head, making it particularly eye-catching.

“It’s Shi Tianyi from the Spirit Demon Sect, and that’s his Nine-Colored Golden Cloud Carving.”

Someone revealed Jin Yundiao's identity, causing a stir among the crowd.

call out!
Just then, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out from the sky, like a meteorite falling from the heavens, carrying an extremely fierce momentum.

A dazzling ball of light came into view, rapidly enlarging as it approached.

The ball of light vanished into the clouds in the blink of an eye, leaving only a striking trail across the sky.

"That person seems to be Bei Xiaotian from Yuanbing Pavilion," someone said uncertainly. The other party was too fast for him to see clearly with the naked eye.

Soon someone confirmed his statement: "It is Bei Xiaotian. The divine weapon under his feet is called the Heaven-Turning Ancient Halberd, which is a mid-level divine weapon with great power."

"Disciples from Shangyuan Palace, Bahuang Hall, Lingyao Sect, and Yuanbing Pavilion have all gone up. I wonder when the remaining five top sects will go up."

Someone muttered to themselves, their anticipation tinged with a sense of helplessness.

It's one thing to not be able to get up there, but to not even have the right to watch is just too frustrating!
The words are divided into two parts.

In order to reach the summit as quickly as possible, Zhu Yan went all out. The higher he went, the more clearly he felt Su Chen's terrifying pressure.

No wonder those martial artists with lower cultivation levels couldn't go up; even he found it difficult to breathe under this pressure.

"A fight has broken out up there."

Suddenly, Zhu Yan heard the sounds of close combat, his expression hardened, and he accelerated abruptly.

The battle was quite intense, with the clouds churning and surging into waves as the energy surged.

Zhu Yan slowed down and looked closely, only to see dozens of figures intertwined in the clouds.

"Oh no, it's our benefactor!"

With just one glance, Zhu Yan understood the situation.

The dozens of figures were all martial artists at the Nascent Soul Realm, and they were simultaneously attacking a man in a gray robe.

The gray-robed man was incredibly powerful, unleashing terrifying bursts of Yuan energy with a mere wave of his hand.

He remained calm and composed in the face of the siege of dozens of Nascent Soul Realm warriors, often defeating one of them in just a few moves and knocking him down from the clouds.

However, there were simply too many Nascent Soul Realm warriors arriving, and the speed at which he could knock them down was far slower than the speed at which they joined the battle.

As the power of one side diminished and the other gained strength, the man in the gray robe gradually found himself in a weaker position.

Even if he could use hundreds of different elemental powers in every gesture, he still couldn't close the gap.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Yan frowned and glared, his heart burning with anxiety. Without further hesitation, he roared and charged away.

"Don't even think about harming my benefactor!"

He went all out, mobilizing the energy within his body, and the moment the sound rang out, his entire body burst into flames.

The clouds and mist surrounding it evaporated instantly, and the area it occupied was scorched into a vacuum.

His imposing aura was overwhelming, and his scorching heat spread rapidly, causing the temperature within a radius of 100 meters to rise sharply.

The people who were fighting felt a wave of heat coming over them, which instantly penetrated into their skin pores, making the flow of their Yuan energy sluggish.

"My benefactor, let me help you!"

Zhu Yan shouted and charged into the battlefield, joining the fight and battling with the others.

Bang bang bang!
Major battles broke out one after another, and the fighting was fierce.

With Zhu Yan's arrival, the gray-robed man's pressure decreased significantly, and the weaker Nascent Soul Realm warriors fell one after another under the combined attack of the two.

"Zhu Yan, are you out of your mind?!"

Not far away, Duan Feng saw Zhu Yan, who didn't even spare the disciples of the Eight Desolations Hall, and cursed loudly.

Zhu Yan showed no mercy. Whether they were disciples of the Eight Desolations Palace or anyone else, once he set his sights on them, they would all eventually fall.

"All disciples of the Eight Desolations Palace, step back to avoid being accidentally injured!" Zhu Yan shouted after hearing this.

With a swift backhand, he knocked down two more Nascent Soul Realm warriors.

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Eight Desolations Palace involuntarily retreated, unwilling to fight Zhu Yan.

"Who is this guy?"

Zu Peng, who was observing the battlefield from the shadows, looked curious. Judging from Zhu Yan's tone, he seemed to know Su Chen; otherwise, he wouldn't have offered his help.

Judging from what Duan Feng said, this person seems to be a disciple of the Eight Desolations Palace.

Seeing that Zhu Yan was indeed wholeheartedly trying to stop the enemy, Zu Peng felt relieved and focused on dealing with the others.

Zu Peng's expression grew increasingly solemn. In the battle just now, he had lost count of how many Nascent Soul Realm warriors he had controlled Zu Chong to defeat.

Zu Chong seemed to form a wall of energy, single-handedly separating the mountain peak from the mountainside, and also isolating the group of martial artists from Su Chen.

If it weren't for his lack of strength and resources, he would have even wanted to help Su Chen get rid of these troubles.

After making inquiries over this period of time, he has confirmed Su Chen's identity as Yang Guo from back then.

This made him feel guilty, as Su Chen's current predicament was largely due to Zu Chong.

After all, if we really delve into it, Su Chen is not Zu Chong's true successor; it is Zu Chong's grandson who is.

Even so, Su Chen did not reveal his identity, and Ning Yuan bore all the pressure alone.

Under such circumstances, he naturally could not sit idly by.

Upon seeing the handwriting left by Su Chen, Zu Peng led Wan Hua Shangren to the peak ahead of time, intending to intercept the martial artists at the mountainside.

He just hadn't expected that so many martial artists would make a move!

Only an incense stick's time has passed since he made his move, yet he has defeated four or five hundred Nascent Soul Realm warriors.

Seeing more and more Nascent Soul Realm warriors joining the battlefield, even Zu Chong, who possessed the power of 100,000 Yuan Force, gradually found himself unable to keep up. "It's a pity that Grandpa's strength is only eight-tenths of what it used to be. If he had half of his peak strength, things wouldn't be so difficult."

Zu Peng felt a pang of regret. Only after he had refined Zu Chong into a corpse puppet according to Zu Chong's method did he realize how powerful Zu Chong was.

This also made him realize that the Yuan Power that Zu Chong comprehended was not a thousand kinds, but as rumored, a hundred thousand kinds!
Unfortunately, Zu Chong was turned into a corpse puppet, retaining only one-tenth of his original strength.

Otherwise, most of the Yuan Shen realm warriors who have comprehended the power of Yuan energy today would not be a match for Zu Chong alone.

Just as he was pondering this, a tall, slender figure stepped out.

Duan Feng said coldly, "Su Chen, this farce should end now. It's time to settle the score for killing my brother."

The Eight Desolations Palace is about to make its move!
The onlookers were startled, and then they all spoke up:

"That's right, Su Chen, quickly reveal the whereabouts of Master Wanhua and his legacy, or don't blame us for being impolite."

“I am sworn enemies with Master Wanhua, Su Chen. If you refuse to explain, you will not leave this place today.”

"Su Chen, we have laid a trap that you cannot escape. Why resist so stubbornly?"

"..."

Although Zhu Yan and Wan Hua Shangren joined forces to defeat five or six hundred Yuan Shen Realm warriors, it was still a drop in the ocean.

Most of the martial artists stood around them, silently watching, forming a circle that surrounded the two, eyeing them menacingly.

Although they did not make a move, the aura emanating from them gathered together like a wave, pressing down and enveloping Zhu Yan and Zu Chong.

At this moment, the young man in blue from Shangyuan Palace spoke in a commanding tone: "Su Chen, surrender and come back to Shangyuan Palace with me!"

The enmity between Shangyuan Palace and Wanhua Shangren is no less than that between Su Chen and the Duan family; it is a hatred that has accumulated for hundreds of years.

Even if Su Chen reveals the whereabouts of Master Wanhua and hands over Master Wanhua's inheritance today, Shangyuan Palace will not let Su Chen go.

The disciples of Shangyuan Palace behind the young man in blue glared angrily and shouted in unison, "Surrender!"

The shouts surged like waves, carrying immense pressure and awe-inspiring all around.

"My benefactor, what should we do now?" Zhu Yan approached Wan Hua Shangren and asked in a low voice.

Something is not right.

There were too many warriors attacking them; each of them could drown the two of them with a single spit.

Even he couldn't help but feel a little flustered, and only when he was in front of 'Su Chen' did he calm down a bit.

Zu Chong did not speak, but instead turned his gaze to the blue-robed youth who had spoken earlier.

Without further ado, Zu Peng immediately gave the order to take action.

His purpose in intercepting everyone was to remove obstacles for Su Chen; the more obstacles removed, the better, so he naturally wouldn't waste time.

Zu Chong moved very quickly, conjuring a willow tree in the blink of an eye.

The willow tree is eighteen zhang tall, with a thousand branches hanging down gracefully and swaying in the wind.

Upon closer inspection, each branch contained a terrifying aura of primordial energy.

These primal forces transformed into surging waves, sweeping towards the blue-robed youth and instantly covering half the sky.

"Hmph, looking for death!"

Upon seeing this, the young man in blue snorted coldly, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

He moved slightly, stood in mid-air, and slowly raised his palm, bending it slightly.

In an instant, tender blades of grass took shape in the blue-shirted youth's palm, and then stretched into a vast green grassland.

On this verdant grassland where primal energy is concentrated, there are also a thousand blades of grass, each with its own unique characteristics, radiating different primal energy auras.

A gentle breeze blows, and the lush green grass on the Yuanli Grassland sways violently, creating waves that surge forward in layers.

This is the power of 'fragrant grass', sharp enough to break through the dust, yet gentle enough to fear neither wind nor frost!

With just one move, the young man in blue revealed the terrifying foundation of the Shangyuan Palace disciple, his sharp edge striking out, making everyone tremble with fear.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the young man in blue flicked his finger, and a thousand blades of green grass unleashed beams of azure light that pierced through the void, clashing violently with the thousand willow branches that were coming towards him.

Bang bang bang!
The moment the two collided, the air seemed to explode, producing a deafening sound.

Seeing this, Zu Peng was slightly taken aback. He had been careless and had not expected that the young man in blue could actually use a thousand different kinds of Yuan Power.

However, Zu Peng quickly recovered and, being cautious, urged Zu Chong to condense another willow branch, using an additional elemental force.

If the young man in the blue shirt can use a thousand different kinds of elemental power, then he will use a thousand and one.

In this way, we won't waste too much energy, and we can still gain the upper hand and win by a slight advantage.

In an instant, a thousand blades of grass and a thousand willow branches collided.

The willow branches swayed gracefully, their movements revealing a deadly intent.

The delicate willow branches burst forth with terrifying power, like thick iron chains, locking the grass in the blink of an eye.

Faced with the almost savage onslaught of the willow branches, the grass displayed a tenacity unlike anything it usually showed. Bound by the willow branches, it became as sharp as a blade, frantically cutting through the branches.

Zu Peng naturally noticed this, but his eyes did not show any panic. He kept his eyes fixed on the hidden 1001st willow branch.

As the two clashed fiercely, this last willow branch gradually revealed its sharpness.

At the critical moment, the 1001st elemental force burst forth like a sharp arrow, heading straight for the young man in blue.

Upon seeing this, the young man in the blue shirt felt a flicker of panic in his eyes. Caught off guard, he failed to block the hidden willow branch.

"Senior Brother Lan!" The disciples of Shangyuan Palace were shocked to see the young man in blue being hit.

The young man in blue was sent flying backwards, his feet tapping the ground more than ten times in mid-air before he finally regained his balance.

Without the support of Yuan energy, the fragrant grass's momentum lasted less than half a second before it was completely strangled by the willow branches and turned into dust.

at the same time.

Taking advantage of the young man in blue making his move, Duan Feng leaped forward, leading a group of disciples from the Eight Desolations Palace forward, intending to attack Zu Chong.

Zhu Yan flashed forward, standing in front of Duan Feng and the others, his gaze sharp as lightning, carrying the intention to obstruct them.

"Zhu Yan, do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?" Duan Feng said with a dark and sinister expression.

Others may fear the young man in blue, but he is not. Even if the young man in blue makes a statement, he will still take action.

Su Chen killed his younger brother Duan Hao, and this debt cannot be left unpaid. He will make him pay with his blood!
Zhu Yan's repeated attempts to stop him from making a move had already aroused his killing intent.

If he weren't wary of Zhu Yan's strength, he would have torn Zhu Yan to pieces.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yan grinned and, without uttering a single word, launched a fierce attack.

The power to ignite the heavens and the eight wastelands!

A terrifying aura, powerful enough to incinerate everything, suddenly rose from Zhu Yan's body, followed by a huge spark of Yuan energy rising into the air.

Above the spark are eight petals, each one shining with dazzling light, radiating a vast and powerful aura as if it were about to burn the heavens and the sea to ashes.

With a thought, Zhu Yan sent sparks flying into the air, engulfing Duan Feng and the others.

Endless heat poured down like a waterfall, turning the air below crimson.

Duan Feng and the others inside felt extremely hot, as if they were in a furnace.

"Fine, since you're courting death, don't blame me for being impolite!" Duan Feng, filled with murderous intent, attacked directly.

As he finished speaking, a hurricane of Yuan energy suddenly swept across the world.

The hurricane swirled and swept in all directions, taking in all the surrounding clouds and mist, and then expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, it swelled several times, reaching a height of over ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), and a fierce wind suddenly arose within a radius of one thousand meters.

Under this hurricane, the group of martial artists were horrified to find that their internal energy seemed to be sucked away by the hurricane.

The hurricane stirred up the wind and clouds, making the sky and earth murky.

boom!
The hurricane soared into the sky, crashing into the fire dragon with its sharpest edge, and a deep sound suddenly resounded, echoing in all directions.

The force of the hurricane and the force of the burning sky collided suddenly, shooting out endless points of primordial energy.

The energy points spread wildly, making a hissing sound wherever they passed, and even the air seemed to boil.

The clash of elemental forces did not last as long as expected; the outcome was decided in just a few breaths.

The result remained unchanged; even with the help of many fellow disciples, Duan Feng was no match for Zhu Yan.

"How did your strength get stronger again!" Duan Feng exclaimed in disbelief.

In the recent exchange, he keenly sensed that Zhu Yan's strength was greater than it had been five days ago.

Zhu Yan didn't speak upon hearing this, but snorted coldly and struck out with a palm, the wind from which was like a spear, piercing towards Duan Feng.

Sensing the sharpness of the spear, Duan Feng couldn't help but show a look of panic on his face.

"enough!"

Just then, a calm voice suddenly rang out, and under the influence of this sound wave, the giant hand collapsed after only half a second.

(End of this chapter)