The goofy junior sister is the most eccentric person in the entire cultivation world.

To everyone's astonishment, Xiao Qiushui not only didn't flinch, but her eyes shone even brighter: "That's more like it!"

He grinned, raised his fair right hand, and grabbed straight at Thunder Fist!

The moment fists and palms met, time seemed to freeze.

The expected bone fractures and tendon breaks did not occur; there was only a dull "thud."

Xiao Qiushui's five fingers were like iron clamps, firmly gripping Lei Gang's fist.

The violent lightning crackled in his palm, but was suppressed and annihilated by an invisible force.

Lei Gang's sinister smile froze abruptly, as if his fist had struck divine iron, the recoil making his entire arm go numb.

The other party's five fingers suddenly tightened, as if five mountains were pressing down heavily!

"Click..."

The sound of bones cracking rang out clearly.

"what!"

Lei Gang let out a hysterical scream, his right arm went limp, and the power of the thunder dissipated instantly.

The whole place was dead silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief: Catching a thunderbolt punch with bare hands? And even crushing the fist bones?

That physical strength is terrifying!

Liu Zhen's pupils shrank dramatically: "This is the bloodline power of an ancient ferocious beast?!"

He sensed a fleeting, primal aura emanating from Xiao Qiushui, and even as a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Xiao Qiushui released her grip, and Lei Gang staggered backward, only to be quickly supported by his fellow disciples. His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Xiao Qiushui.

"Boring, too weak, too easily defeated. Is this what they call a genius disciple of the Flying Sky Sect?"

I'm so disappointed!

Xiao Qiushui shook her hand, smacked her lips repeatedly, and looked disappointed.

"you you……"

Lei Gang, who was already heartbroken, suddenly felt his blood rush to his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood before fainting.

"Elder, and everyone else, you all saw it clearly. I didn't lay a hand on him. He died of anger on his own. Please don't try to frame me, no, please don't falsely accuse me. I'm really scared!"

Xiao Qiushui immediately put on a wronged expression, waved her hands and shouted, taking several steps back.

The onlookers burst into laughter.

"Useless things!"

Liu Zhen felt increasingly humiliated, let out a cold shout, and then strode out.

"Elder, are you going to take action yourself?"

Xiao Qiushui was immediately delighted, for this was a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"I?"

Liu Zhen was speechless with anger.

After all, Xiao Qiushui looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but he was a famous figure who had lived for two or three hundred years.

"Elder, don't be afraid. This time I will definitely control my strength and be careful not to hurt you like I hurt him!"

"If you're scared, how about I give you three moves?"

Seeing Liu Zhen hesitate, Xiao Qiushui quickly shouted and held up three fingers.

This is a good target; we mustn't let him get away. He needs to practice his skills.

"Insanity!"

Liu Zhen flew into a rage, unleashing the oppressive aura of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!

Sand and stones flew everywhere, and the onlookers quickly retreated to make way.

Suddenly, a pair of light blue wings appeared behind Liu Zhen, with a wingspan of three zhang. With each flap, a gale howled, and the Flying Technique was activated to its limit!

"Young man, today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders, so that you will learn proper manners!"

With a flap of its wings, its body transformed into a streak of azure light. It clapped its hands repeatedly, unleashing hundreds of azure palm prints like a torrential rain, blocking all of Xiao Qiushui's escape routes.

This is the Thousand Feather Palm of the Flying Heaven Sect!

Each palm print possessed the power to shatter mountains and split rocks; the wind from the palms swept across the ground, carving out furrows and ravines.

The onlookers exclaimed in shock: "A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is going all out! This young man is finished!"

Xiao Qiushui was not afraid at all; on the contrary, her eyes became even more excited.

He took a deep breath, a dark red glint flashed in his eyes, and a faint blood mist spread around him, with a faint phantom of Qiongqi appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye!

"Hahaha, old man, this is more interesting!"

Xiao Qiushui looked up to the sky and roared, the sound like the howl of a prehistoric beast, making everyone's blood surge.

Faced with a barrage of palm prints, he didn't retreat but advanced, forcefully pushing off the ground with both feet!

"boom!"

A large crater was blown open in the ground.

He charged into the storm of palm prints like an arrow released from a bow, his fists glowing with a dark golden light as he slammed straight into the palm prints without any fancy moves!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of rapid explosions rang out.

Xiao Qiushui weaved through the palm print, moving so fast that she was left as a blur.

His fighting style is brutal and direct, relying purely on overwhelming power. With each punch, a palm print is shattered!

In less than ten breaths!

All the palm prints in the sky vanished!

Xiao Qiushui stood in mid-air, his clothes torn, revealing his strong physique, which contrasted sharply with his handsome face.

He shook his slightly numb fist and held up one finger to Liu Zhen: "One move. Two more moves to go, keep it up."

"coax!"

The crowd erupted in an even bigger uproar!

"He's really going to give us three moves?!"

"They even have the upper hand in a head-on confrontation with a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?!"

"Ten Breaths Breaking the Thousand Feather Palm!"

"This boy is a monster!"

It's definitely the bloodline of an ancient ferocious beast!

"Just what exactly is the Star Palace?"

……

Liu Zhen's face turned pale and then flushed, a wave of humiliation washing over him.

He, a dignified elder in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was so looked down upon by a junior!

"You little brat, you're asking for death!"

His eyes were bloodshot, consumed by extreme rage.

He held nothing back, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and the wings behind him swelled to ten zhang, solidifying as if they were real feathers.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth above their heads gathered wildly, condensing into a huge phantom of an eagle claw, its tip gleaming with cold light!

This is one of the Flying Sky Cult's most powerful killing moves, Sky-Splitting Eagle Claw!

"It is said that this move once tore apart a demon beast in the late Nascent Soul stage!"

Liu Zhen is going all out!

One of the monks cried out in alarm.

The giant eagle claws locked onto Xiao Qiushui, and with a force that could tear everything apart, it slammed down!

The air was torn apart with a shriek, and the ground cracked layer by layer!

The power of this attack is already very close to that of the late Nascent Soul stage!

Xiao Qiushui's playful expression vanished, replaced by a fierce, bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. He clearly sensed the threat, yet his fighting spirit burned ever brighter!

"Well done!"

He stomped his feet heavily on the ground, causing the ground to collapse three feet deep!

The blood mist around him was so thick it was almost tangible, and the phantom of Qiongqi appeared clearly. It looked up at the sky and let out a silent roar!

The rich, dark golden light surged towards his right fist, and a hideous phantom of a Qiongqi's head materialized on the fist's surface!

"Ferocious Beast Fist, Shatter Mountains!"

Xiao Qiushui roared and shot into the sky like a cannonball, pulling his right fist back to its limit and slamming it hard at the giant eagle claw!

The fist was thrown, and the wind and thunder roared! The dark golden fist energy collided violently with the cyan eagle claw!

"Boom!!!"

A deafening roar echoed through the sky, and blinding light instantly engulfed the two figures!

The shockwave swept outwards like a tsunami, lifting up entire sections of the ground and sending sand and stones flying everywhere!

The onlookers immediately raised their protective spiritual light, and those with weaker cultivation were directly blasted away!

Smoke and dust filled the sky, obscuring everyone's view.

Everyone craned their necks, watching the epicenter of the explosion with bated breath.

The wind gradually dispersed the smoke and dust.

Xiao Qiushui remained suspended in mid-air, his clothes tattered, his chest heaving violently, his right fist torn open, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he wore a wild smile, the bloodlust in his eyes still lingering.

Ten feet below, in a large pit, Liu Zhen lay on his back, his chest deeply sunken, blood gushing out, his pair of spiritual wings already shattered and dissipated.

He struggled to get up, but his body could only twitch weakly.

Xiao Qiushui slowly landed, squatted by the pit, and said calmly, "Old man, are you going to use the third move? Can I wait for you to recover your energy?!"

"puff!"

Overwhelmed by anger and rage, Liu Zhen coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.