System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

Having used his winged magical artifact and consumed elixirs, Hei Song's speed was now comparable to Chen Xuan's Dao True Meaning Movement Technique. In other words, Chen Xuan was now destined to engage Hei Song in direct combat.

It must be said that the battles between cultivators are indeed full of variables, just as Biluo once said. If Hei Song cannot produce these two trump cards at this moment, then the outcome of this decisive battle will probably be as Chen Xuan predicted: he will use his speed and agility beyond his current stage to wear down Hei Song's divine power, and in the end, he will have to revert to his original form and be forced to admit defeat.

Chen Xuan had anticipated this from the beginning, because he had already discerned from the previous battles that Hei Song's movement technique was not as advanced as his own.

But to everyone's surprise, with the black magic wings and the pill's enhancement, Hei Song was able to catch up with his own speed and movement technique in a short period of time.

At this moment, Hei Song, enveloped in blazing blood energy and divine power that was impossible to look at directly, rushed forward at high speed.

The enormous fist, encased in a black magical glove, resembled a small crimson mountain and rapidly magnified in Chen Xuan's eyes. Even before the fist arrived, a series of piercing sonic booms assaulted the eardrums of the surrounding spectators. This single punch caused a dramatic change in the expressions of the onlookers; even the members of the Jiang clan, without directly facing the blow, were already pale.

And Chen Xuan? At this moment, he was facing the direct impact of this punch. Under such circumstances, all the members of the Jiang clan could only pray for a miracle.

"Bei Ming, how should you deal with this punch?" Zi Yu looked at Hei Song with a serious expression, then at Chen Xuan, and murmured, "Even if I face this punch, I will probably die if I don't use the protective treasure bestowed upon me by my master."

"He's dead meat. This kid has been jumping around for so long, he's definitely going to die this time!" Zi Yun stared at Chen Xuan with cold eyes and sneered.

"But this kid is really amazing. He didn't collapse instantly when faced with Hei Song's punch. If it were me, I probably wouldn't have the courage to stand still."

The disciples of Cangyun Ridge stared intently at Chen Xuan. Some mocked him, some were arrogant, and of course, after witnessing Chen Xuan's astonishingly talented aptitude, some also felt sorry for him.

They knew that if Bei Ming survived this ordeal and left this barren land to join a sect, his current talent and aptitude would surely make him famous throughout the region.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, even monstrous talent and extraordinary aptitude are useless. No matter how talented, it takes time to grow. Before you've fully matured, someone with inferior talent can still kill you. Countless monstrous geniuses on this land have perished because of this.

At this moment, all eyes were on Chen Xuan. Everyone wanted to know: what would become of this unknown young man?

As for Chen Xuan, after sensing Hei Song's explosive speed, he dared not be careless. He flicked his Jade Dragon Slash and decided to draw his sword.

"If that's the case, then we have no choice but to draw our swords."

After speaking, Chen Xuan held his sword in one hand, and his eyes slowly closed. Yes, just as Hei Song's destructive fist was about to reach him, Chen Xuan actually closed his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Hei Song instantly flew into a rage, causing his fist to ripple with crimson rays. Upon closer inspection, however, these were not rays at all, but rather the radiance of a vast convergence of blood energy and divine power.

"If you dare to disregard me like this, then you should die!"

Hei Song let out a deep shout and his fist slammed directly towards Chen Xuan's head. However, just as the divine light on the surface of Hei Song's fist was affecting Chen Xuan's white hair, Chen Xuan shifted his head to the side, narrowly avoiding the punch.