Hello, Chen Yang.
Hello, Divine Conquest.
Under these azure seas and skies, in the vastness of Yuning Mountain, within the Changsheng Sect that once dominated the entire mountain, another eighteen-tier entity of Divine Conquest arrives.
"This, has he broken through just like that?"
"Are you sure this isn't a dream? This guy from the secular world actually broke through on the spot at this moment, joining the ranks of top-tier masters?"
The small area erupted into a tumult akin to mountains and seas overturning.
How is this possible?!
Even though they saw it with their own eyes, the facts were right in front of them, no one dared to believe it, and no one wanted to.
Yet.
He is still who he is.
Whether as Nine Gates Admiral Zhennan Prince or War God of the State, and now only a loose cultivator in Yuning Mountain, Chen Yang has always been unchanged, no more than a heart that never admits defeat.
Hum.
The powerful force sweeping across the sky dissipated instantly.
Who would have thought that one day, in the presence of so many people, they would witness someone stepping into Divine Conquest with their own eyes?
Only Chen Yang knew it was all thanks to Gu Zhiqing's Extreme Yin Body.
Without that vast power surge, Chen Yang's breakthrough would have taken at least half a year or even a year.
"Chen Changsheng, are you messing with me?"
On the Point Commanding Platform, after a shock beyond extreme magnitude, the sweeping elderly man's chest was still heaving violently, clearly unable to calm down in such a short time.
Then, he suddenly turned his head, pointed angrily at Chen Changsheng, and shouted in rage, "You already knew he could break through to Divine Conquest at any time, yet you shamelessly bet with me?"
"You old geezer, what are you plotting?"
The elder blew his beard and glared, face flushed, evidently quite agitated.
"All for your Overturning Mountain Palm! How could I get you to hand it over without some trickery?"
Chen Changsheng wasn't ashamed in the least; on the contrary, he was proud, hands behind his back, exuding an unspeakable arrogance. "Besides, now we're fair, at the same level. What are you afraid of?"
Elder: "..."
It was clear that his face rapidly turned ashen, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
Fair?
Fair my foot.
Earlier, did you not see before the breakthrough how this demon Chen Yang could even withstand a blow from Chen Shuai? What will it be like now after stepping into Divine Conquest?
It's not that he is belittling his own disciple while praising others' abilities, but rather...
That guy Chen Yang is truly a prodigy.
Even though yesterday was just an experimental move, seasoned as he is, how could he not recognize someone like Chen Yang is born a king, undefeated in the same realm.
How can he fight?
Nevertheless...
Talking about it, indeed, is inferior.
At once, the elder's old face turned entirely crimson, even though he had thousands of words in his mind, not a single word would come out.
What a stifling feeling.
"Humph!!"
Finally, the elder let out a cold snort, saying furiously, "Don't be too happy just yet, Chen Yang just broke through, his realm is unstable, who knows what the final outcome will be."
"Don't worry."
Chen Changsheng laughed and comforted him, "You've been sweeping the floor for decades, and yet this mindset? Let's just watch. No matter who wins or loses, it's a great blessing for my Changsheng Sect."
Though that's the truth, and the words are not wrong, but...
From Chen Changsheng's face, the elder clearly saw a touch of smugness and forcibly suppressed smiles.
Comforting with such righteousness, yet laughing inwardly?
"What's with the expression, have I dug up your family's ancestral graves?" Chen Changsheng's expression became serious, patting the elder's shoulder, "Don't lose focus, just watch closely."
Elder: "..."
On the shattered mountain path.
Ssss!
Centered around Chen Yang, sharp auras radiated in all directions with dazzling brilliance, like ten thousand swords drawn, each one like a blade, cutting through the sky.
This force, vast and majestic, astonishing and extraordinary, for a moment, the entire world seemed oppressed.
Whoosh.
Chen Yang let out a breath, his aura instantly retracting, disappearing without a trace.
"No need to wait for another day, we continue our battle today," Chen Yang said.
Chen Shuai could no longer remain calm, his eyes shrinking to a pinpoint as he spoke softly to Chen Yang, "I seem to understand now why the Sect Master regards you so highly."
"In these thirty-plus years, I've never seen a person like you, but..."
Chen Shuai stretched out his battle knife horizontally, with his other hand gently stroking it, his whole body exuding immense battle intent, "Yet, you might not be my match."
"The Sect Master says I'm a flower in the greenhouse, I don't agree, and I don't accept it."
Then, Chen Shuai suddenly raised his head, Wrathful King Kong.
"Battle!"
He shouted deeply.
Clang.
The battle knife roared like thunder, the blade light shining brighter than snow.
In a split second, the entire area swirled with winds and clouds, and waves of pressure surged.
This battle knife is named Xing Tian.
Among the seven spiritual artifacts of the Changsheng Sect, six shattered in the war fifty years ago, leaving only Xing Tian.
"Senior brother Chen Shuai is sure to win."
"Chen Yang is after all fresh in breakthrough, how could he be a match for senior brother?"
Heard sighs continually, they ultimately leaned towards Chen Shuai, and their analysis was not without reason.
This commotion surely will conclude today.
Chen Yang, disregarding these disparaging voices, only to see this brave man raising his sword with his hand.
"Battle!"
Behold, sword Qi like frost.
Mountains and rivers in chaos.
Crunch.
Clearly visible, the void already turned into a wispy form, under the pressure of sword light, crushed towards Chen Shuai at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This second.
The world is still, only the wind sounds like a knife.
Boom.
Xing Tian trembles fiercely, the knife's cry is sharp, a beam of light like the bright moon appears fleetingly.
Covering the sky and blocking the sun.
In less than two seconds, under the long sky, a ripple visible to the naked eye exploded, while at the same time the two brushed past each other.
Then, the two stopped side by side, back to back, separated by no more than five meters.
"This..."
Chen Shuai gasped loudly, his body stiff as he turned around, just in time to see the mountain wind lift his clothing.
Clang!
Longsword sheathed.
Chen Yang, gradually walking away.
Chen Shuai's face turned extremely shocked, subconsciously reaching for his neck, where a trace of blood was slowly oozing, if off by another inch, the throat would have been severed.
"If not for being fellow disciples, today might have been the end."
Chen Shuai shivered, slamming down with a thud, kneeling on one knee, panting heavily, drenched in cold sweat.
"Could it be that I'm truly a flower in the greenhouse?"
The whole area was completely shaken.
A dead silence.
Senior brother, did he lose?
Lost...
Sweeping elder at the forefront.
On the Point Commanding Platform.
Chen Changsheng patted the elder's shoulder, turned and left, leaving behind a sentence, "Remember to give the Overturning Mountain Palm to Chen Yang."
The elder was dumbfounded.
In reality, he had guessed that Chen Shuai might be at a disadvantage, but never in his wildest imaginations did he think that the result would be decided in a single move.
He could visibly see the muscles on his face twitching intensely.
"That guy, is he still human?!"
With all eyes on him, Chen Yang walked towards the plaza against the light.
"..."