CHAPTER 607: CHAPTER 212 WHAT REALM IS THIS? HOW CAN IT BE SO DOMINEERING? (6K)_3

It was clear to see that during the over three years, Zhou Qing’s life-and-death battles with Divinity Transformation Realm experts from various major sects under the jurisdiction of Longyuan County had made his combat experience extraordinarily rich.

Of course, some secretly speculated that perhaps Jiang Pojun was showing respect to Master Lin and intentionally held back at the beginning to avoid an overly embarrassing situation for both sides.

"Brother Zhou, go for it!" Lu Yaoyao cupped her hands around her mouth, lying on the deck, her eyes sparkling as she shouted.

"Fourth Brother, get him!" Yan Xiaohu was equally excited. Ever since he learned that the person in front of him was the Prince’s disciple, he had anticipated today’s scene.

After all, he was quite clear about the main purpose of Fourth Brother and Second Uncle’s trip to the border.

Master Lu stood nearby, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. Knowing that these were the disciples nurtured by two Spirit Severing Realm experts, she was genuinely curious about who was stronger.

Only Lin Daochen slightly shook his head, a trace of worry in his eyes. But seeing the youthful fervor and zeal for such a rare training opportunity, he could hardly bring himself to forcibly intervene.

As time passed bit by bit, seeing Zhou Qing still handle himself with ease under his fierce attacks, a flicker of excitement and seriousness flashed in Jiang Pojun’s eyes.

"Brother Zhou, forgive me!"

In the next instant, with a roar, Jiang Pojun’s momentum shifted abruptly, a thick bloody aura surged out from within him.

"It’s rare for someone to force out my Realm. Zhou Qing, you can be proud among your peers!"

As Jiang Pojun’s words fell, the originally clear blue sky was instantly shrouded by a blood-red gloom, so thick it seemed ready to drip with blood.

Soon after, a torrential blood rain formed from condensed malevolent energy poured down.

Then, a scorching and putrid smell erupted from beneath his feet.

In just the blink of an eye, Zhou Qing found himself somehow standing on a desolate battlefield scarred by countless wars.

The ground was cracked, black smoke rising.

As the scorched earth spread, broken bronze chariots slowly rose from the ground, their wheels rolling with a dull and oppressive sound.

On the chariots, faint phantom figures could be seen, wielding weapons and charging forward. Though their forms were blurry, their unwavering battle spirit was palpable.

Dong dong dong!

What was even more shocking was that three hundred bronze war drums appeared in midair out of nowhere.

With a low shout from Jiang Pojun, the war drums began to beat on their own.

Every thunderous boom sounded like a heavy hammer striking everyone’s hearts, making their Divine Sense quiver.

Seeing this scene, everyone’s faces changed. Lu Yaoyao was even more worried, clutching her clothes involuntarily.

County Governor Zhong Yao smiled slightly and said, "I’ve long heard that Vice General Jiang’s ’Blood Prison Battlefield’ can terrify the Demon Race. Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation. By the way, what kind of Realm has Zhou Qing comprehended?"

Second Uncle responded leisurely and unhurriedly, "Lord Governor, just watch and you’ll see."

Seeing Second Uncle’s faint smile, a foreboding feeling arose in Zhong Yao’s heart.

He instinctively frowned, a hint of suspicion in his eyes, as he looked back at the two figures in the sky.

At this moment, Zhou Qing stood in that bloody storm, his robes flapping wildly, his eyes revealing an extraordinary determination and dominance.

"No blame!" Zhou Qing murmured, suddenly stomping his foot, as his Spiritual Power surged crazily.

In an instant, an even more dominating aura erupted from within Zhou Qing.

This aura seemed to come from an ancient sovereign, carrying an imposing majesty, directly clashing against Jiang Pojun’s ’Blood Prison Battlefield’ Realm.

"Break!" Zhou Qing spat out a word, not loud but enough to make one’s scalp prickle.

The next moment, the initially overwhelming blood-red Realm started to crumble like a paper tiger.

The scorched land quickly dissipated, the bronze chariots turned to dust, the bloody rain halted abruptly, and the bronze war drums emitted a low mournful sound before shattering into countless pieces.

Jiang Pojun spewed a mouthful of blood, fell to one knee, his mind blank, seemingly unable to comprehend what had just happened.

This scene happened so abruptly that everyone took a long time to react.

Were their eyes playing tricks on them?

How could Jiang Pojun’s seemingly invincible Realm collapse so suddenly?

County Governor Zhong Yao frowned, soon seemingly guessing something, his heart shaken.

Such a heaven-defying Realm, how did he manage to comprehend it?

Lu Yaoyao’s eyes had already turned into crescents from her smile.

[Heart Mirror Points +9]

The [So powerful] above her head had directly turned into [So domineering].

As for Yan Xiaohu, he was long accustomed to such sights.

"Be careful!" Zhou Qing shouted, looking at the stunned Jiang Pojun, as dazzling lightning flashed on the Broken Sword in an instant.

Amidst the lightning, crossed streaks of Sword Qi seemed ready to tear the heavens and earth.

Then, they crashed down with a roar!

Jiang Pojun, who had come to his senses, hurriedly lifted his spear to block, forced into a continual retreat by the combination of Thunder Sword and Sword Qi.

At this moment, Jiang Pojun felt a bit stifled, hastily attempting to re-summon the ’Blood Prison Battlefield’ Realm.

As the blood-red scene around began to manifest, Zhou Qing raised his left hand slightly, pointed gently towards the Realm area, and said, "Break!"

A wave of golden ripples spread out, breaking his Realm again.