Chapter 48 Crushing a Profound Rank Dharma Treasure Barehanded, A Terrifying Physical Body!

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Crushing a Profound Rank Dharma Treasure Barehanded, A Terrifying Physical Body!

Roland Locke’s gaze did not linger on Adrian Mercer and Ethan Mercer for long.

Instead, his eyes quickly swept past the two young men before finally settling on Julian Mercer, who stood behind them.

At that moment, Julian had his hands clasped behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched the battle with an amused expression.

Although Julian had yet to make a move, the surrounding disciples of the Aldercrest Order remained extremely cautious around him. They instinctively kept their distance, not daring to approach him, and focused all their attacks on Adrian and Ethan instead.

Observing the scene, Roland quickly understood what was happening.

These people had been thoroughly frightened by the man in white.

It seemed he would have to intervene personally.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, Roland saw Adrian raise his sword, preparing to kill another Aldercrest Order disciple.

Roland drew a deep breath and roared, "Stop!"

A terrifying pressure erupted from his body, sweeping across the battlefield. As an expert at the sixth layer of the Origin Sea Realm, his cultivation aura was powerful enough to make ordinary cultivators tremble in fear.

Adrian instinctively felt the pressure.

However, the Immortal Flame within his body immediately neutralized its influence. His movements did not falter in the slightest.

Swish!

His sword flashed through the air.

The terrified disciple standing before him was killed instantly.

Roland’s expression darkened.

Adrian was merely at the Heavenly Origin Realm, yet he had completely ignored the coercion of an Origin Sea Realm expert and continued fighting without hesitation.

This was far beyond what Roland had expected.

Meanwhile, the surviving Aldercrest Order disciples heard their Sect Master’s voice and immediately abandoned their encirclement, retreating toward him.

It was as though they had finally found someone they could rely on.

"Thank goodness, Sect Master! You’re finally here!"

"Please uphold justice for us, Sect Master!"

"These people are bloodthirsty monsters! They kill everyone they see. They’re clearly cultivators of the demonic path!"

"That’s right! Sect Master, you must avenge our fallen brothers!"

The disciples hurriedly poured out their grievances, each trying to make himself sound more innocent than the others.

Roland’s expression grew colder as he listened.

He turned toward Adrian and Ethan, his eyes filled with disapproval.

"You’re both so young, yet your murderous intent is already this deep. You’ve clearly strayed from the righteous path. What a waste of your talent."

Adrian and Ethan exchanged a glance before laughing coldly.

"The righteous path? The demonic path?" Adrian sneered. "In the end, strength determines who gets to make the rules."

Ethan stepped forward and added, "Sect Master Locke, your hypocrisy is truly impressive. The moment you arrive, you start lecturing us and covering everything with grand-sounding labels. Do you really think you’re the leader of the righteous path?"

Adrian’s expression hardened.

"Besides, I know the true character of your Aldercrest Order better than most. I’ve personally experienced the so-called virtues of this place."

He looked directly at Roland.

"An organization without loyalty or conscience constantly speaks about benevolence, righteousness, and morality. How utterly hypocritical and despicable."

The two young men stood fearlessly before the Sect Master, showing no intention of backing down.

Being mocked by two youths in front of so many disciples made Roland feel utterly humiliated.

His face darkened, and fury surged through his eyes.

"How dare you!"

He was just about to make his move when a group of Elders arrived one after another, having received news of the invasion.

Among them was a particularly hot-tempered Elder at the ninth layer of the Purple Mansion Realm.

The moment he saw Adrian standing beside the corpse of his direct disciple, his anger erupted.

"You insolent brat! How dare you slaughter disciples of the Aldercrest Order and behave so arrogantly on our territory!"

His furious roar echoed across the battlefield.

He had no intention of considering the difference in their ages or cultivation levels. With a light tap of his toes against the ground, he shot forward like an arrow.

In an instant, he appeared before Adrian.

His expression twisted with rage as he drew his sword and thrust it straight toward Adrian’s forehead.

He intended to kill the young man on the spot.

The sword strike carried terrifying momentum and an overwhelming killing intent.

Adrian’s pupils contracted sharply.

For the first time since entering the Aldercrest Order, he felt death approaching so closely that he could barely react.

The attack was simply too fast.

A cultivator at the Heavenly Origin Realm could hardly respond to a strike unleashed by an expert at the ninth layer of the Purple Mansion Realm.

Yet someone else’s reaction was far faster.

Just as the sword tip came within three fingers’ breadth of Adrian’s forehead, a white figure suddenly appeared between them.

It was Julian Mercer.

His expression remained calm, without the slightest hint of panic.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone present, Julian casually extended his right palm.

He intended to stop the sword with his bare hand.

For a moment, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze.

What is he doing?

Everyone stared at Julian in disbelief.

Was he insane?

He was attempting to block a sword strike from a ninth-layer Purple Mansion Realm expert using nothing but his physical body!

Even Roland, the Sect Master, would never casually attempt such a reckless act.

What made this man think he could do it?

The sword’s icy tip rushed toward Julian’s palm.

Then, the next instant, a crisp metallic sound rang through the air.

Clang!

Everyone froze.

Beneath their incredulous gazes, Julian had actually caught the sword tip between his bare fingers.

More astonishingly, his palm remained completely unharmed.

Not a single drop of blood appeared.

There wasn’t even a visible wound.

The entire battlefield erupted into shocked whispers.

"How is that possible?!"

"He caught the sword with his bare hand!"

"His palm isn’t even injured!"

"Am I seeing things?"

Several disciples stared so intensely that they forgot about the weapons in their own hands.

Even the Elders who had just arrived were left speechless.

Roland’s expression changed dramatically. The confidence he had displayed moments earlier was replaced by deep solem7nity.

What a terrifying physical body!

He clearly remembered the weapon wielded by that Purple Mansion Realm Elder.

It was a High Grade Profound Rank Dharma Treasure, purchased at an enormous price.

Its sharpness was extraordinary.

Even if Roland himself formed a defensive barrier using his Spiritual Energy, he would find it difficult to withstand a direct strike without suffering damage. Avoiding the weapon’s sharp edge would be the safer choice.

Yet Julian had stopped it with his bare hand.

He hadn’t even relied on an obvious protective barrier.

This was simply unbelievable.

Could this man possess one of those legendary powerful spiritual physiques?

Roland struggled to find another explanation for what he was witnessing.

As that possibility crossed his mind, a deep sense of wariness took root within him.

Meanwhile, the Purple Mansion Realm Elder who had launched the attack was practically scared out of his wits.

His limbs turned weak, and his grip on the sword began to tremble.

He knew the weapon’s sharpness better than anyone.

It was precisely because of this sword that he had secured his position within the Aldercrest Order and established himself among its five strongest Elders.

He had always regarded it as one of his greatest treasures.

Yet now, the same sword couldn’t even pierce the skin of the man standing before him.

His pride, confidence, and understanding of strength began to crumble.

He stood frozen in place, staring at Julian’s unharmed palm as though the foundations of his cultivation had suddenly been shaken.

Julian glanced at him coldly.

Under the combined enhancement of his Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo, Great Sun Body Refining Art, and Martial Blood Clothes, his physical strength had reached an astonishing level.

Resisting a Profound Rank Dharma Treasure head-on was nothing extraordinary to him.

It was barely worth mentioning.

Julian shook his head slightly, as though disappointed by the Elder’s lack of judgment.

Then he curled his five slender fingers tightly around the sword tip, locking it firmly in place.

The Elder tried to pull his weapon away.

It didn’t budge.

Before he could react, Julian’s fingers suddenly exerted force.

Crack!

Fine fractures spread across the sword’s surface, branching outward like a spiderweb.

The Elder’s eyes widened.

His treasured weapon was breaking!

Julian gathered Spiritual Energy into his palm, rotated his wrist, and gave the sword a forceful shake.

BANG!

An explosive sound thundered across the battlefield.

Under the Purple Mansion Realm Elder’s horrified gaze, his High Grade Profound Rank Dharma Treasure shattered into countless fragments.

Metallic shards scattered across the ground, leaving nothing intact in Julian’s grasp.

The Elder stood frozen.

His prized sword had been destroyed with nothing more than a few movements of the man’s fingers.

Before he could recover from the shock, Julian casually drew back his fist and punched him directly in the chest.

The movement looked almost effortless.

Yet the force behind it was terrifying.

BOOM!

The Elder’s body flew backward like a broken kite, crossing dozens of meters in an instant.

He crashed violently into a stone wall.

The impact shook the surrounding structure and smashed a deep crater into the surface.

Only then did his body finally stop moving.

The battlefield fell into a stunned silence.

One casual punch.

One shattered Profound Rank Dharma Treasure.

And an Elder at the ninth layer of the Purple Mansion Realm had been sent flying as though he were nothing more than an ordinary man.

Everyone finally understood that the white-robed man standing before them was far beyond anything they had imagined.

And for the first time since the battle began, the Sect Master of the Aldercrest Order felt a genuine threat to his life.