In the forest clearing, the mist was stirred and churned by spiritual energy.
Yun Hui, gripping the Purple Lightning Sword, launched the first attack.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure shooting towards Xiao Chen like an arrow, his longsword flashing with purple sparks.
The crackling purple lightning, like a living venomous snake, lunged towards Xiao Chen's face.
"Good timing!"
Instead of retreating, Xiao Chen advanced, gently turning the rusty iron spear in his hand. The spear tip drew a smooth arc, seemingly slow, but precisely striking the spine of the Purple Lightning Longsword.
"clang!"
With a crisp sound, the purple lightning was scattered by the spear tip, and Yun Hui felt a subtle force coming from it, almost causing him to drop his longsword.
He staggered back half a step, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes—Xiao Chen's marksmanship was so steady.
"Be careful, senior brother!"
Shi Tou stood beside Jiang Li, his black iron armor clanging as it snapped open in front of him. His eyes were fixed on Xuan Yun, ready to charge at the moment the old man made a move.
Xuan Yun stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which were shrouded in purple mist, but he did not move.
He wanted to see just how much Yun Hui had actually accomplished through his years of arduous cultivation in the sect's forbidden area.
Yunhui steadied himself, a look of embarrassment and annoyance spreading across his face.
He cultivated in the forbidden area of the Purple Extreme Pavilion since childhood, and his fellow disciples praised him as "Senior Brother Yun's talent is unparalleled."
His masters and senior disciples often said that "the future of Ziji Pavilion is promising," and even his father (the sect leader of Ziji Pavilion) placed high hopes on him, saying that he was a once-in-a-century genius.
But now, his all-out attack was effortlessly blocked by Xiao Chen.
"How dare you look down on me!"
Yun Hui roared, his body crackling with purple lightning, as if he were wearing a layer of lightning armor. "Taste my 'Purple Lightning Wildfire'!"
He swept his longsword horizontally, and the purple lightning in the sky transformed into countless tiny electric snakes, engulfing Xiao Chen like a tidal wave.
Wherever it passed, the fallen leaves on the ground were instantly burned into charcoal, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.
Xiao Chen's steps shifted and changed as if he were strolling in a garden. The rusty iron spear seemed to come alive in his hands, with overlapping spear shadows weaving into an impenetrable defensive net.
"Ding ding ding!"
The electric snakes struck the gunshot and were all deflected, not even touching the hem of his clothes.
"All you can do is dodge?!" Yun Hui grew increasingly anxious as he fought, his attacks with the Purple Lightning Longsword becoming more and more ferocious, and his moves gradually losing their rhythm.
He had a smooth life since childhood, and had never been treated like this before.
Xiao Chen clearly had the ability to counterattack, yet he chose to only defend and not attack. What is this if not humiliation?
"Secret Technique: Thunder Prison!"
Yun Hui's eyes turned bloodshot, and he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto his longsword.
The purple lightning instantly turned pitch black, condensing into a small phantom of a thunder prison, carrying the power to destroy everything, and crashed down on Xiao Chen!
This is a forbidden technique of the Purple Extreme Pavilion, which can briefly borrow the power of heaven and earth thunder and lightning. Its power is comparable to a full-force attack from the early stage of the Dao Inquiry realm. It is his trump card.
Jiang Li frowned slightly and subconsciously gripped the rusty iron sword—this move was too fierce, and if Xiao Chen continued to only defend and not attack, he would probably suffer a loss.
Xuan Yun's eyes lit up, and his fingertips twitched slightly. He would intervene if Yun Hui faltered even slightly.
Xiao Chen remained standing, showing no sign of panic. Only when the phantom of Lei Yu was no more than three feet above his head did he slowly raise his spear.
"Breaking Army Spear Technique - Split!"
With a low shout, a condensed spear light condensed on the rusty iron spear, without any flashy display.
Yet it carried an unstoppable force of "breaking through the surface with a single point," piercing straight towards the center of the Thunder Prison phantom.
"puff!"
The spear's light, like a fine needle, easily pierced the illusory image of Thunder Prison. The seemingly violent black lightning instantly dissipated, turning into countless points of light.
Yun Hui was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood and flying backward, crashing into an ancient tree. His longsword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter.
He struggled to get up, but found that his spiritual energy was in chaos, and purple lightning was running rampant in his body, causing him to grimace in pain.
Xiao Chen stood holding his gun, looking at him calmly: "Do you have any other methods? If not, I'm going to make my move."
Yun Hui stared intently at Xiao Chen, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.
Just then, a purple light suddenly shone from his chest, and a jade pendant flew out automatically, transforming into a purple protective shield that enveloped him.
That was a life-saving treasure given to him by his father, capable of withstanding a fatal attack.
Immediately afterwards, the bracelet on his wrist and the token at his waist also lit up faintly, clearly indicating that they were automatically triggered defensive treasures.
These treasures were given to him by his elders in the sect and his father, who said they were "just in case." He used to think they were unnecessary, but now he relies on them to survive.
Xiao Chen stopped and looked at the layers of protective shields. He raised an eyebrow but did not make a move.
Yun Hui slumped to the ground, looking at the secret treasure glowing on his body, and then at Xiao Chen's calm eyes. A feeling of indescribable frustration welled up in his heart.
He recalled the scene in the sect—
"Senior Brother Yun, your 'Purple Lightning Slash' is even more powerful than the one recorded on the stone tablet in the forbidden area!"
"Senior Brother Yun, you will surely lead the Purple Extreme Pavilion to become the number one sect in the Central Region in the future!"
"Xiao Hui, your talent far surpasses that of your father back then. The Purple Extreme Pavilion is counting on you!"
The flattering words echoed in his ears, but now he couldn't even beat Xiao Chen, who was "unknown," and he was only able to survive thanks to the secret treasure.
Could it be... that they were all lying to me?
Just because I'm the sect leader's son, they fawn over me every day? Those so-called "geniuses" and "peerless talents" are all fake?
The geniuses outside are not "chickens and dogs" at all. They are just ignorant and have been turned into useless by the lukewarm water of the sect.
Yunhui's face turned pale and then red, his clenched fist trembled slightly, and for the first time, confusion appeared in his eyes.
Xuan Yun watched this scene, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes shrouded in purple mist, but he ultimately remained still—Yun Hui lost, but not unjustly; at least… he saw himself clearly.
Seeing that Xuan Yun didn't make a move, Shi Tou's tense muscles relaxed slightly, and he said to Yun Hui in a muffled voice...
"If you can't win, don't fight. Just kill yourself. It's shameful."
The mist in the forest had not yet dissipated, but Xiao Chen's eyes had already turned cold.
He never hesitated to take action against enemies who provoked him and signed a death pact.
Before the confusion and resentment in Yunhui's eyes had faded, Xiao Chen had already made his move.
The rusty iron spear trembled slightly in his hand, and a highly refined spear light condensed at its tip.
It lacked any earth-shattering momentum, but carried a resolute air of "either don't act at all, or act decisively and with utter devastation."
"Watch out!" Xuan Yun's pupils shrank sharply. He didn't expect Xiao Chen to attack so suddenly, and with such a deadly move!
Yunhui was still in a daze from the shattering of his Dao heart, and the thought of "Are they lying to me?" was still echoing in his mind. He hadn't reacted at all.
It wasn't until the cold gleam of the spear illuminated his pupils that he subconsciously tried to activate his protective magic weapon—but it was too late.
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