Chapter 318: Not on the Same Level

ess the opponent.Even if it wasn't himself, even among the other several Heavenly Talented prodigies of the Divine Temples, I doubt any of them would have the audacity to vie with Shen Changqing.So Fa...The other peak lords watched as their opponent was embarrassed and said nothing. They just looked at the battle platform, their eyes filled with a solemn expression.

Just that punch.

Even they were shocked.

Even if Di Feng, the Holy Son's strength is weak, he is still a powerhouse at the half-step Divine King level. He can be considered one of the strongest below the Divine King.

Such strength was instantly killed with a punch, then the strength of this Divine Peak Saint Son must have reached the level of a God King.

Moreover.

It is very possible that it is not as simple as an ordinary God King.

> On the other side.

After scolding for a while, Ziyun turned her attention back to the Battle Platform.

Compared to the other peak masters' perceptions, as the master of this Holy War Stage, he could more clearly feel the power contained in Shen Changqing's punch.

“The power of that punch is probably already at the level of top-tier Heavenly God Kings!”

Only with such powerful force could one strike down a peak saint son in an instant.

Ziyun understood very well that to achieve this step, only a true genius was qualified.

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Suddenly.

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He now understood why the Temple would pour resources into him and why the Python Emperor held such high hopes for him.

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If it's a prodigy, then everything makes sense.

Now things are getting interesting!

Purple Cloud's heart smiled.

He originally thought Shen Changqing was bound to lose, but now the opponent's displayed strength has greatly increased his chances of winning.

Whether the remaining twelve peak disciples can withstand it together is a question.

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It is now.

Inside the Battle Platform.

The twelve peaks' saint sons looked at the scattered blood and flesh remains, each saint son's face was extremely ugly, even in some eyes there was a hint of fear.

No way.

This scene really exceeded their expectations.

No one would have expected that the Saint Son of Yifeng would be killed instantly.

"Everyone, don't hold back any longer, or you will suffer the same fate as Saint Ziyun of Difeng Peak! " Zi Yun Ting, the saint son of Yunfeng, took a deep breath and looked at Shen Changqing. His eyes no longer held any disdain.

"Kill!"

Ziyun Fang wasted no time, instantly transforming into a purple python and charging at Shen Changqing.

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As soon as he made his move, his true form was revealed.

This means that the other party is not holding back at all.

After all, for cultivators of all races, the physical body is often the most powerful means, without a doubt.

With Ziyunfang's attack, the other eleven peak saint sons almost simultaneously launched their assaults. After seeing Difei Saint Son be killed with a single punch, no one dared to hold back.

The Twelfth Peak's Holy Son went all out, terrifying power intertwined, shaking the void to fracture.

Such an offensive.

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Even facing the God King, there was no guarantee of victory.

But.

Shen Changqing faced such an offensive, there was no worry on his face. He just saw his left hand behind him, and his right hand directly stretched out, a rich purple power condensing in his palm.

The next moment.

Violet energy surged out, transforming into countless threads that coiled around the twelve peak disciples.

Purple qi intertwines.

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As it was about to reach the Twelfth Peak Saint Son, it suddenly transformed into a large purple net, locking up the entire void.

"Purple Qi Heavenly Net"

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Ziyunting looked at the billowing purple qi, a trace of disdain flashing in his enormous pupils.

As a member of the Ziyun Holy Land, this One-Star Divine Ability was something he was familiar with having cultivated it himself. He naturally understood quite a bit about it.

Purple Qi Heavenly Net though strong.

For those powerful beings at this level, it wouldn't be of much use.

Immediately.

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Ziyunting opened her mouth wide, and a golden energy column surged out directly. The terrifying power erupted, as if trying to destroy the purple net completely.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar erupted, and the void within the Battle Arena churned with chaos.

The purple net was like an unbreakable wall, not moving at all.

"Oh no!"

Seeing this, Zi Yun Ting's complexion changed drastically. The power contained within the purple qi heavenly net before him completely exceeded his imagination.

Immediately.

He couldn't even think about it, all his power gathered in a place on his body, and when he opened his mouth wide, a torrent of annihilation force surged out.

The black power, as if it could devour everything.

When the surging power comes forth, wherever it passes, even the void is annihilated inch by inch.

"Annihilation of Divine Power!"

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Shen Changqing's face remained unchanged. He recognized it; this was the innate divine ability of the Ziyun clan.

The so-called annihilation of divine power contains an extremely terrifying destructive force, capable of directly turning a world into nothingness.

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If facing an opponent of equal standing, the only option would be to retreat in the face of such power.

That's all.

Ziyunting was unable to truly obliterate divine power and cultivate it to the point where it could destroy a world.

Similarly, Shen Changqing was not a cultivator of the same level as him, but possessed power that completely surpassed his opponent.

At the moment of the divine power's annihilation, he clenched his right hand with force.

The vast purple net spread across the sky tightened abruptly. Within its encompassment, everything vanished into nothingness as it contracted.

"Pfft!"

The holy son was caught off guard and had his body cut in half before he could react.

The threads, interwoven into a purple web, now resemble a scythe of death, imbued with a terrifyingly sharp power.

When the other disciples saw this, their faces turned pale and they all dodged away.

Just then.

Shen Changqing's body vanished instantly. When he reappeared, he was already behind Zi Yun Ting.

It's just a punch.

The dignified Yun Feng Holy Son didn't even have time to react before his head was blasted apart by that terrifying power, his soul instantly extinguished.

In the instant its head burst, the headless body collapsed directly to the ground.

Before the other holy sons could see what happened, another holy son screamed and his body exploded directly.

Flesh flies everywhere.

The scene was extremely gruesome.

This is the moment.

All cultivators from outside were completely speechless. All the cultivators from the Holy Lands watched as Shen Changqing slaughtered the holy sons on the battle stage with ease, like crushing ants. Their hearts were completely replaced by shock.

It's hard to imagine.

The once high and mighty Son of Heaven, now reduced to the humbleness of an ant.

On the judge's stand, all the peak masters were restless at this moment. If it weren't for Ziyun Zheng's deterrence, they would have directly intervened.

"Master Zheng, this battle can't go on any longer!"

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“I, Xuan Feng, am willing to admit defeat!”

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"Stop him quickly, or if you let him continue like this, my Ziyun Holy Land will be missing a batch of future strong warriors!"

Upon hearing this.

Ziyun was shaking her head slightly: "The Battle Platform has been opened, and neither you nor I can stop it. Unless one of them breaks the rules during the competition or one party concedes defeat, it absolutely cannot be stopped halfway through."

Although he saw Shen Changqing slaughtering the saint sons of various peaks, he also felt that it was a bit too much in his heart.

A rule is a rule.

As the saying goes, "where there are no rules, there is no circle." It's important to stick to the rules at all times.

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Since none of the peak young masters have admitted defeat or broken the rules, we can't intervene and halt the competition prematurely.

Upon hearing this.

Each peak master wore a face as dark as thunder.

Difeifeng, the headmaster of Difeng Peak, had a cold expression and stared intently at Ziyunluo. "Ziyunluo, how majestic Shenfeng is today!"

This time.

Facing the Peak Master's cold words, Zi Yunluo didn't reply. She just silently looked at Shen Changqing in the battle arena, not knowing what she was thinking.

“Boom!”

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Another punch blasted out, and a Saint Son was struck with no room for resistance. His physical body exploded, and his soul perished.

To this day, no peak saint son has been able to withstand a punch from Shen Changqing.

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He was like an invincible war god, effortlessly crushing the disciples of the Thirteen Peaks.

Every punch thrown represents the fall of a saint.

The remaining disciples were now terrified, looking at Shen Changqing's face as if he were some dreadful apparition.

“No...impossible, you can't be Ziyun Saint!”

Purple Cloud went wild shaking his head, his face already completely overtaken by fear.

He believes.

The cultivator in front of me could absolutely not be the Ziyun Saint.

Because Ziyun Sheng's strength wouldn't be this terrifyingly powerful.

"Whether I am the Violet Cloud Saint or not, today will not change your fate of falling." Shen Changqing's eyes were silent, looking at the other party as if overlooking an ant.

At that moment.

The shadow of death fell directly upon Zi Yunfang's heart, crushing the last vestiges of her perseverance.

"I surrender!"

As Shen Changqing threw a punch, the terrifying power was about to engulf him, and he screamed frantically.

The moment his words fell.

Suddenly, a mysterious power descended, enveloping his entire body within its protection. In the next instant, Zi Yunfang's figure vanished without a trace.

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"Boom!"

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At the moment Ziyun Fang's figure disappeared, the force of that punch slammed into the Holy Battle Platform.

The originally solid and indestructible battle stage suddenly caved in a large section.

Shen Changqing slowly retracted his fist and turned his head to look at the referee's stand.

Just now, the one who saved Ziyunfang was none other than Ziyunzheng.

He had already sensed the other party's attack, but he didn't show it. Otherwise, what qualifications would a mere Sun and Moon God King have to save people in front of him

To put it simply.

Right now, at most, I can only display the strength of a peerless genius. I cannot show anything beyond that, so I let Ziyun go and save people.

If this had happened somewhere else, it wouldn't have just been Zi Yunfang who died. Even Zi Yunzheng, who came to save him, would have died too.

This is the present moment.

The remaining few Saint Sons saw this scene, they were stunned for a moment, then one after another eagerly spoke up.

"I surrender!"

“I concede!”

By this time, they no longer had any desire to fight Shen Changqing.

Just kidding.

Yifeng, the holy son, stood before them, not even qualified to resist. He was killed with a single punch, a shadow that would haunt him for life.

In this situation, who would dare to continue fighting

Admission.

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There is only one way out.

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If you refuse to concede, the only outcome that awaits you will be the same as that of the other Saints.

When the remaining disciples conceded defeat, Zi Yun also made a move, teleporting them all off the Holy War Stage.

Then.

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