Boomââ
The two fists collided fiercely, and those worried about Lin Changâsheng couldnât help but break out in a cold sweat.
Yet when the deafening roar rang out, the one sent flying wasnât Lin Changâshengâit was Zhuge Buping.
This scene instantly made everyoneâs eyes widen in disbelief!
Spurtâ
Zhuge Buping, thrown backwards through the air, coughed up a mouthful of blood before even hitting the groundâit was clear he was badly injured.
Once he landed, he couldnât even lift his head for a long time.
Seeing this, Li Jiantang and Su Changkong both frowned. This kid actually defeated Zhuge Buping with a single punch?
Does he really have Golden Core Middle Stage cultivation?
But what we sensed was only Golden Core Early Stage! How could he be this powerful?
"I only used ten percent of my strength, and youâre already down?"
Lin Changâsheng sneered, tossing this line back at Zhuge Buping.
Zhuge Buping struggled to lift his head, tried to open his mouth to say something, but before he could get the words out, he passed out cold.
Who knows if he fainted from the blow or just got pissed off by Lin Changâsheng.
But Lin Changâsheng wasnât lyingâthis really was less than ten percent of his cultivation.
If he unleashed his full power, Zhuge Buping wouldâve been smashed into a puddle of blood in a single strike.
"Which sect is this guy from? How can his cultivation be this strong?"
"No idea! But no matter how talented he is, slapping Liuyun Immortal Sect in the face wonât go down well for him!"
"Exactly! This is Liuyun Immortal Sectâs turfâno way he walks out of here unscathed!"
The crowd around started chattering and speculating.
"Friend, youâre quite skilled. Let me test you myself!"
Zhuge Buping had just fallen, and Zhao Fuhu leapt out, determined to regain some pride for his master.
Thanks to a stroke of luck at Sea God Tower, Zhao Fusheâs cultivation had skyrocketed.
Heâs easily one of the sectâs top prodigies now.
After all, whether itâs Cao De, Zhuge Buping, Lin Caiyin, or Xin YunâErâtheyâre all just Golden Core Early Stage.
Only he had reached the Peak of Golden Core Middle Stage.
With this cultivation, heâs already on par with the elders.
So in Zhao Fuhuâs eyes, handling Lin Changâshengâa Golden Core Early Stageâwas more than sufficient.
Yet when Lin Changâsheng looked at Zhao Fuhu, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes.
This bastard really has a long lifeâheâs actually survived till now.
Now that heâs picked a fight with me, like hell Iâll let him walk away.
"Liuyun Immortal Sect, Zhao Fuhu, here to learn from your skills, friend!"
Zhao Fuhu was much more polite than Zhuge Buping.
But theyâre all cut from the same cloth, so it doesnât mean much.
"Long Tian!"
Lin Changâsheng tossed out a fake name.
Crackââ
In the next instant, the magical power inside Zhao Fuhu surged, lightning crackled all around him.
Streams of thunder tore through the air, carrying terrifying might.
"Watch yourself!"
Zhao Fuhu barked coldly, and slammed his palm forward.
The powerful Thunderbolt Palm Seal surged through space, crackling as it struck outâits force was formidable.
If it were an ordinary Golden Core Early Stage Cultivator, thereâs no way theyâd withstand this palm strike from Zhao Fuhu.
But Lin Changâsheng wasnât phased in the least.
He simply threw out a casual palm, looking plain and unremarkableâyet the moment it collided with the Thunderbolt Palm Seal,
it immediately shattered the dominating Thunderbolt Palm Seal in an instant.
"What the..."
Zhao Fuhuâs jaw practically dropped, stunned as his Thunderbolt Palm Seal was instantly crushed.
He was Peak of Golden Core Middle Stage! Even with the power of Anomalous Thunder Spirit Rootâhe couldnât beat this Golden Core Early Stage?
Lin Changâshengâs palm carried an unstoppable momentum, splintered the Thunderbolt Palm Seal and continued blasting toward Zhao Fuhu.
Zhao Fuhu never saw that coming.
He was Peak Golden Core Middle Stage, plus Anomalous Thunder Spirit Root, and still couldnât take the guy on?
Stunned, Zhao Fuhu even forgot to dodge.
The palm seal was about to slam right into Zhao Fuhu, its power overwhelming.
If it hit, his meridians might be shatteredâif he was lucky, heâd need half a month to recover; if not, he could be killed outright.
So Li Jiantang instantly waved his hand, surging with Nascent Soul Magical Power, blasting apart Lin Changâshengâs palm seal in a flash.
In Sea God Towerâs space, Li Jiantang had unexpectedly advanced and broken through to the Early Stage of Nascent Soul.
So his status within the sect rose sharply.
With his palm seal destroyed, Lin Changâsheng glared up at Li Jiantang on the high platform, deeply annoyed.
If it werenât for that old bastard, Zhao Fuhu would be dead by now.
"Why are elders interfering in a match between disciples?"
"Yeah! Canât win, so now Liuyun Immortal Sect resorts to cheating?"
"Looks that way. I thought Liuyun were supposed to play fair, but guess theyâre just as rotten as the rest!"
"Fair? You kidding me? Havenât you heard about Su Changkong killing his own brothers for Heaven and Earth Qi?"
...
The crowd below started whispering among themselves, afraid to raise their voices in case Su Changkong overheard.
At first, plenty of sects admired Liuyun Immortal Sect.
But from Zhuge Bupingâs dirty sneak attack to Li Jiantang now protecting his disciplesâ
the goodwill toward Liuyun Immortal Sect had vanished without a trace.
"Young man, this round goes to Fuhu. May I ask, what sect are you from?"
Li Jiantang frowned slightly and inquired.
Heâd figured this tournament would be Liuyun Immortal Sectâs big show.
But Lin Changâsheng just threw a wrench in all their plans.
Zhao Fuhu was considered Liuyunâs strongest disciple, and even he couldnât handle Lin Changâsheng. The rest stand no chance.
If Liuyun Immortal Sect canât claim first place, this whole tournament may as well be canceled.