Sensing something was wrong, the monk Xuanjian put his hands together in prayer position.
In an instant, surging true essence burst forth from the monk Xuanjian's body, converging into a large golden bell that enveloped him.
"Thump!"
When the blade struck the golden bell, it produced a powerful chime.
The next instant, a powerful wave surged out from around the monk Xuanjian.
Like a hurricane passing through, it directly caused the robes of the three monks, Du'e, Du'jie, and Du'nan, behind Monk Xuanjian to rustle loudly.
Among the Southern Shaolin disciples behind the three, some who had not yet entered the Innate Realm were all coughed up blood and their expressions quickly became listless under the aftershocks.
Even though Chu Qinghe was nearly six zhang away from the others, he could still feel a bit of a chilly wind blowing by.
Noticing the situation of the Southern Shaolin disciples behind them, Du'e, Dujie, and Dunan all circulated their true energy and pushed all the Southern Shaolin disciples behind them to the entrance of the Great Buddha Hall, which was two zhang away.
Seeing that the monk Xuanjian had blocked his move, the man in black slowly raised one foot.
However, when that foot landed on the ground, it appeared instantly in front of the sweeping monk, as if it had crossed space.
At the same time, the old right hand slowly rose and seemingly casually chopped down at the monk Xuanjian.
As the blade pierced the air, countless bursts of energy emanated from its surroundings, the immense pressure causing the air in the sky to explode in waves.
Strangely enough, despite these unusual phenomena appearing in the air, not a single sound was heard.
Moreover, the man in black was moving very slowly, so slowly that even Lin Shiyin could clearly see the way his hand was falling.
Faced with the black-clad man's attack, the monk Xuanjian frowned slightly. He gathered his true essence and casually pointed a finger at the black-clad man's blade.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The moment the monk Xuanjian's finger touched the black-clad man's blade, several deafening sounds immediately arose around the two of them.
Despite their seemingly ordinary moves, the two created ripples and waves in the air around them.
In the aftershocks, the once hard stones on the ground were silently reduced to dust.
Furthermore, centered on the monk Xuanjian and the man in black, the ground within a three-zhang radius around them sank by nearly three chi.
This instantly created a deep pit in the open space.
Looking at the two players who had fallen several points in the arena, Qu Feiyan exclaimed in shock, "Is this the strength of a Celestial Realm expert?"
Not only were Qu Feiyan and the other girls surprised, but even Chu Qinghe, looking at the Xuanjian monk and the man in black fighting in the arena, also showed a hint of astonishment in his eyes.
Upon hearing Qu Feiyan's words, Shuimu Yinji said, "After a martial artist enters the Celestial Realm, they can open the bridge between heaven and earth in the human body, thereby using true essence to mobilize a little bit of the power of heaven and earth to add to their attacks."
"With the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, even the most ordinary strike can contain extremely strong power, which can be said to have entered another level."
Upon hearing this, Qu Feiyan looked at Shuimu Yinji and said, "Sister Situ, your strength has already reached the late stage of the Grandmaster realm. How do you compare to the two of them?"
Jellyfish Yin Ji said, "With the current perfect level of Fine Rain Sword Intent, you might be able to fight against a martial artist in the early stage of the Celestial Realm, but you are probably still a bit lacking when facing a martial artist in the middle stage of the Celestial Realm."
The Innate Realm and the Celestial Realm are two major dividing lines.
For other martial artists, even the gap between the Grandmaster Realm Perfection and the early stage of the Celestial Realm is like a chasm that is difficult to cross.
Given Jellyfish Yin Ji's current situation, it is already extremely rare for her to be able to cross this chasm and compare herself with a martial artist in the early stage of the Celestial Realm.
After all, not everyone can be as monstrous as Chu Qinghe. With his accumulated foundation, Chu Qinghe's strength far exceeds his own cultivation level.
While the man in black and the monk Xuanjian were exchanging blows, the three from the Southern Shaolin Temple—Du'e, Du'jie, and Du'nan—were also fighting alongside the three Grandmaster-level martial artists from the Azure Dragon Society.
However, during the battle, all three tacitly kept their distance from the monk Xuanjian and the man in black.
In an instant, as the two mid-stage Celestial Realm warriors and the six Grandmaster Realm warriors clashed, their true qi, true essence, strength, and sword qi erupted, leaving behind shocking marks on the ground where they stood, as if it were soft sand.
"Azure Dragon Gathering~"
Just as the eight people were fighting, a roar filled with panic suddenly came from the back of Shaoshi Mountain.
Immediately afterwards, an old monk with a sallow complexion quickly emerged from the back mountain and moved to the front of the Mahavira Hall.
The old monk's face was sallow, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. In the moment of his movement, the aura of his cultivation was clearly that of the early stage of the Celestial Realm.
However, the old monk's breathing was disordered, and he looked like he had been seriously injured.
Upon seeing the old monk, Monk Xuanjian's expression changed, and with a low roar, he threw a punch at the black-clad man's face.
Without thinking twice, the monk Xuanjian let out a low roar, changed his palm into a fist, and blasted at the black-clad man in front of him.
When his fist was thrown out, his true essence mixed with his internal energy surged wildly, and vortexes of energy rapidly condensed around him, creating a whistling wind.
When the fist, seemingly dyed gold, was thrown out, a crackling sound emanated from its surroundings.
The surrounding air was so powerful that it could not withstand the force contained in the fist as it exploded.
Faced with the monk Xuanjian's punch, a look of seriousness flashed in the black-clad man's eyes, and his body swung back three zhang as lightly as a feather.
However, as he moved backward, a hint of mockery flashed in the black-clad man's eyes.
At the same time, with everyone's attention focused on the scene, no one noticed that Chu Qinghe on the courtyard wall raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Heh, this opportunity has come at just the right time."
With a slight chuckle to himself, Chu Qinghe suddenly slowed down the speed at which he was fanning his folding fan with his right hand, and the true energy within his body began to circulate rapidly along a different path.
A moment later, as Chu Qinghe's folding fan slowly flickered, a special kind of energy caused a gentle breeze to suddenly blow into the arena.
(End of this chapter)
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