CHAPTER 1064: CHAPTER 1061: SPARRING

Cloud Rubbing Cliff.

The mist drifted directly over the mountaintop, making one feel as if they were at the peak of the clouds, ethereal like an immortal.

However, at this moment.

The atmosphere on Cloud Rubbing Cliff was not very pleasant.

Three disciples from the Supreme Pavilion’s Little Tian Du suddenly appeared, ready to draw swords against Zhou Youwei.

This was something Chu Chen did not expect.

Originally intending to speak to stop them.

Qiankun Ancestor’s slow words, however, left Chu Chen unable to speak, as if bound by some terrifying force.

Chu Chen looked at Qiankun Ancestor, opened his mouth, but couldn’t utter a word, his heart already surging with waves.

This elder, his power is boundless!

That terrifying force, pressing on him so much that he couldn’t breathe.

This left Chu Chen both shocked and delighted.

Shocked at Qiankun Ancestor’s unimaginable strength.

Delighted that with Qiankun Ancestor present, even if those three seniors wanted to make a move against Miss Zhou, it wouldn’t matter much.

As long as Qiankun Ancestor was willing, he could deal with the three seniors at any time.

However, Chu Chen still had worries in his heart.

After calming down, he vaguely guessed that the appearance of these three seniors was probably tied to Brother Sikong.

Chu Chen couldn’t understand, having just met briefly, why would Brother Sikong have people make a move against Miss Zhou?

Could it be because of Miss Zhou’s identity?

Or perhaps...

Chu Chen looked at Qiankun Ancestor, or perhaps, because of this elder?

After all, seeing how the two greeted each other, they seemed not to be meeting for the first time.

While Chu Chen was pondering, the youth to the right had already begun to press aggressively.

"Legend has it that the Immortal King Hall produces extraordinary talents, and Miss Zhou is a direct disciple of the Sovereign of the Sect from the Immortal King Hall. Taking this opportunity, I, Fang Liang, would like to seek guidance from Miss Zhou today."

The youth clasped his fist towards Zhou Youwei.

The youth’s eyes were extremely sharp, carrying a strong sense of aggression.

"Miss Zhou, rest assured, today is merely a friendly match; it will not concern life and death," the disciple on the left seemed afraid that Zhou Youwei would refuse, and proactively added.

The Supreme Pavilion disciple named Fang Liang nodded slightly and said, "What do you think, Miss Zhou?"

Zhou Youwei’s beautiful eyes were like an ice mirror, silent.

The next moment, Zhou Youwei smiled faintly.

In an instant, the ice mirror shattered, and the clouds in the sky seemed to pause.

"Alright." Zhou Youwei lightly uttered a word, her left hand resting on the hilt of the Winter Thunder Blade, her jade-like fingers as white as snow.

"Please!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Liang immediately showed a trace of excitement.

"This showdown, it’s a spar between the disciples of the Supreme Pavilion and the Immortal King Hall. Elder, please don’t intervene."

Meanwhile, the disciple on the left glanced at Qiankun Ancestor behind Zhou Youwei, slightly cupping his hands.

Qiankun Ancestor sneered disdainfully, too lazy to even bother with these few ants.

Seeing this, the disciple’s eyes darkened slightly, a bit displeased, but he said nothing more.

Soon, Zhou Youwei and Fang Liang arrived at an open space and stood facing each other.

Boom!

Just after standing firm, Fang Liang suddenly erupted with a terrifying momentum that rose from his body, shaking the heavens and earth.

That was a true Saint Realm Great Master!

And not ordinary at that.

At the very least, he was mid-Saint King Realm.

Such an existence, placed in a large force, would at least be of Supreme Elder level.

Yet within the Supreme Pavilion, Fang Liang was merely one of the Little Tian Du disciples.

Crash!

Above Fang Liang’s sky dome, the Divine Gate opened, and a black fierce tiger emerged from the Divine Gate with the power of a descending tiger, letting out a deep roar, fierce and unmatched, towering with might!

This was the Ninth Rank Spirit of the Void God Realm — Xuanming Demon Tiger!

When the Divine Gate opened and summoned the Ninth Rank Spirit of the Void God Realm, nine Daoist Platforms in Fang Liang’s elixir field also started operating, emitting supreme mana that enveloped Fang Liang.

Fang Liang sealed with his hands and abruptly slammed a palm towards the ground.

Boom!

The next moment, the ground at Zhou Youwei’s location disappeared suddenly, replaced by an abyss with a terrifying power of devouring, continuously pulling Zhou Youwei’s figure downward.

"Devouring Ghost Abyss!"

Seeing that scene, beside Qiankun Ancestor, Chu Chen’s face suddenly changed.

This was the supreme divine power taught to them by Master Wei, known as the Devouring Ghost Abyss, possessing the ability to change the world, untrainable for those below the Heavenly Saint Realm.

Because this method required a vast amount of mana to sustain.

Below the Heavenly Saint Realm, if this divine power were used, it would drain mana in an instant, making it impractical.

"Senior Brother Fang Liang has reached such a level in his cultivation..."

Chu Chen was shocked in his heart.

Simultaneously, he felt a twinge of shame.

Just as Senior Brother Yuan Teng on the left side had said earlier, he was only one of the bottom ten disciples of Little Tian Du.

He also knew the great divine power like the Devouring Ghost Abyss, but compared to Fang Liang, he was far behind.

Seeing Fang Liang use such a great divine power at the start, his mind was conflicted.

It all happened in an instant.

Just as Fang Liang manifested the Devouring Ghost Abyss, Zhou Youwei seemed to have premonished it, lightly tipping her toes, soaring swiftly like a startling rainbow.

At the same time, Zhou Youwei’s left hand grasped the Winter Thunder Blade.

Instantly unsheathed.

A terrifying blade light flashed between heaven and earth, accompanied by the roar of winter thunders.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the Devouring Ghost Abyss was split in half, vanishing without a trace.

The blade light continued its momentum, directly aimed at Fang Liang.

Fang Liang was greatly shocked, retreating hastily, while a thought crossed his mind.

Roar—

The Xuanming Demon Tiger descended from the sky, lunging at the blade light.

The blade light struck the tiger’s claw of the Xuanming Demon Tiger, exploding into the sound of clashing metal.

Meanwhile, the silhouette of the Xuanming Demon Tiger visibly dulled a few shades, becoming somewhat translucent.

That scene darkened Fang Liang’s face.

His opponent’s strength was entirely beyond his expectation.

At his current level, mid-Saint King Realm.

Even facing those old-generation powerhouses in the outside world, he dared to fight them.

This Zhou Youwei appeared no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, could her realm be above his?!

Thoughts flashed through Fang Liang’s mind, he composed himself, making another move.

His palms struck together fiercely.

Boom!

The clouds on either side of Zhou Youwei instantly transformed into two terrifying mountains, converging together faster than lightning.

Like two continents colliding, erupting with a terrifying, earth-shattering aura.

"Did it hit!?"

Fang Liang’s spirits shook, closely watching between the two mountains.

"Junior Brother Fang Liang..."

However, at this moment, from not far away among the spectators, Senior Brother Yuan Teng spoke up, looking at him with an unpleasant expression.

"What is it?" Fang Liang was somewhat puzzled.

Just as Fang Liang turned his head, he realized that a peerless beauty stood to his side and behind, holding a blade, its tip only an inch from his back.

At this moment, cold sweat broke out on Fang Liang.

"You lost."

Zhou Youwei calmly lowered the Winter Thunder Blade, and on that extraordinarily beautiful face, there was only calm.

As if, for her, defeating Fang Liang was a simple matter.

And indeed, it was so.

Fang Liang’s face was pale, looking at Zhou Youwei in disbelief, taking a deep breath, he said, "I lost."

Despite the endless confusion in his heart, a loss was a loss, there was nothing to say.

Just in that split second, if Zhou Youwei had intended to kill him, it would have been as easy as turning over her hand.