Chapter 1664 - 847: The Price of Arrogance (Part 2)

"First-class cabin... ferocious whirlwind!"

A loud sound erupted, and four streams of evil deep energy simultaneously rushed toward Yun Che like four fierce whirlwinds. As Yun Che knitted his brows, his figure swiftly flashed by, evading three of them. However, he couldn’t avoid the fourth. His powerful energy quickly emitted, and he forged protective strong energy in front of his body with all his might.

Bam!!

Yun Che took three steps back, his blood churning in the center of his chest. As expected, directly using the protective strong energy of Level 1 of Nascent Profound Realm to directly defend against the strong energy of Level 3 of Nascent Profound Realm was somewhat far-fetched. It was still feasible once; but if struck again, he would certainly be injured.

"Second form... Wind Shadow Form!"

The whirlwind blew even more fiercely, filling Yun Che’s ears with the sound of a raging storm. Feng Guangyi’s speed also reached its limit. Yun Che’s surroundings were completely filled with Feng Guangyi’s shadow. At this moment, a silhouette crashed toward his back like a violent storm. As for Yun Che, he turned around almost at the same instant.

Yun Che’s reaction speed completely surpassed Feng Guangyi’s expectations. However, he was only slightly shocked, as he believed that even if Yun Che could react, he couldn’t dodge the attack in time. His heavy blow fiercely aimed at Yun Che’s neck.

Yet, in the instant Yun Che turned around, his right fist also explosively slammed, following a straight trajectory to meet Feng Guangyi’s fist.

"What! Is he mad! He’s actually going head-to-head with Feng Guangyi!"

"Even if he exhausted all his strength to protect himself, perhaps he wouldn’t be hurt too severely. But, Feng Guangyi is in the latter stage of the newborn profound domain! He’s only at Level 1 of Nascent Profound Realm, yet he dares face him directly? He truly doesn’t know the difference between heaven and earth!"

Inside the palace, everyone realized that Yun Che was done for. If their fists collided, having a dislocated wrist would be considered lucky. Because it might even fracture directly. Feng Guangyi’s fist not only possessed power two levels above Yun Che; it also carried the strong Abyss Art of the Storm Abyss Palace!

But how could Yun Che be so arrogant in his actions without any backing!

In the moment before Yun Che and Feng Guangyi’s fists collided, his eyes suddenly flashed brilliantly. Within his deep veins, a gate shaped like the Big Dipper, which had always been closed, quietly opened....

The seven realms of the Evil God - First realm: Evil Soul... Open! In the instant the first gate opened, Yun Che faintly heard a deep voice from his profound veins. Subsequently, deep energy within the veins suddenly swelled. This swelling was not merely pure expansion; even its density escalated to an astonishing degree. "Volume and density skyrocketing simultaneously is entirely contrary to common sense, but at this moment, this condition occurred within Che’s deep veins, an impeccable reality.

Consequently, Yun Che’s profound energy radiated with full might!

Jasmine had previously told Yun Che, "The capacity of Min God Art is precisely that of a ’Madman’! Tremendous energy will become insane!"

The extending deep energy from all fifty-four veins immediately infused every corner of Yun Che’s body. The frightful sensation of his veins and body almost bursting was transmitted to him. But this was merely "maximum explosion." Anything his deep veins and body couldn’t completely withstand. Jasmine had mentioned, he could barely activate the first realm "evil soul," and understandably, it was quite nerve-wracking!

Bam!!

Feng Guangyi and Yun Che’s fists firmly collided, emitting a deafening muffled sound. It was pure profound energy clashing directly, without tricks!

Crack!!

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed clearly. Everyone heard it clearly, yet no one was surprised. Following it, an incredibly piercing scream resonated. "However, this scream rendered everyone as shocked as wooden chickens."

Because the person screaming tragically was actually not Yun Che, but... Feng Guangyi!

Upon impact, all four of his fingers, except the thumb, shattered, and even his wrist snapped backward violently. Yun Che’s fist didn’t stop there; after blowing past Feng Guangyi’s fist, it continued forward, carrying violent immense energy, mercilessly crashing into his chest.

Feng Guangyi’s protective deep energy was instantly shattered, as fragile as glass. He felt as if a 15-ton boulder had weighed down his chest. When his back crashed into a pillar at the center of the Grand Palace, his entire body wrapped like a falling leaf while flying backward. After bouncing several meters off the column, he lay on the ground in a twisted posture, wide-eyed. He couldn’t stand up for a moment.

The Grand Palace immediately turned absolutely quiet. Everyone present had their mouths wide open, as they couldn’t believe the scene unfolding before their eyes.

In a pure contest of sheer strength, Level 1 of Nascent Profound Realm unexpectedly surpassed and utterly defeated Level 3 of Nascent Profound Realm! Even those youthful disciples, along with elders who had endured countless trials and tribulations in their longevity, found it hard to comprehend.

Yun Che slowly lowered his arms; he concentrated entirely, calming his energy, closing the briefly opened gate. Instantly, the intense swelling pain and deep veins disappeared, a faint sense of exhaustion emerged. He strode forward a few steps. As he gazed upon Feng Guangyi filled with shock, humiliation, and bewilderment, he coldly spoke: "Arrogance" because I possess enough strength to allow me to be arrogant. But you, arrogant before me, only seek disgrace. A genuinely ranked third in the Nascent Profound Realm suffered an unfortunate defeat in a pure profound strength battle against a humble first rank in the Nascent Profound Realm. Hey, do you know who’s the real joke now?"

Feng Guangyi clenched his teeth, struggled to stand up. His right hand trembled under immense pain, his face pale. He clearly knew he had sustained significant internal injuries from the current exchange.

The Grand Palace remained very quiet. Most disciples of the seven sects were thoroughly frightened. Their sects often exchanged opinions, so they knew what kind of power Feng Guangyi possessed. Especially his "Nine Forms of Storm," which was enough to make opponents nervous even two levels higher. Yet he had merely utilized the second form and was gravely injured by Yun Che’s punch.

"Yuan Yunche! You... do you truly believe you defeated me!" Feng Guangyi tightly clenched his left hand, furiously: "Earlier, I only made a mistake, held back. Otherwise, with your first-level newborn profound realm, how could you possibly defeat me!"

After speaking, he raised his left hand, once more activating his profound arts, whirlwind encircling his body. But anyone could clearly see this time the whirlwind was almost half of the previous. Clearly, he had been seriously injured.

"Stop!" The Palace Leader of the Storm Abyss Palace coldly hummed: "Guangyi, you have already lost. Quit stalling and step away!"

Feng Guangyi’s left hand tightened further, gritting his teeth he said: "Royal Leader, this disciple has not lost! I merely made a mistake and underestimated my opponent. My ’Nine Form Storm’ is only in the second form. If completely unleashed....

"Step down!" The Palace Leader of Storm Abyss Palace was already furious: "During the pure strength match, unless someone was blind, you were clearly stopped! Level 3 of Nascent Profound Realm lost to Level 1 of Nascent Profound Realm; still seeking excuses! Do you feel you haven’t embarrassed our Storm Abyss Palace?"

Feng Guangyi’s complexion suddenly darkened. He cast a hateful look at Yun Che, then lowered his head and walked away.

Yun Che took out a low-grade deep recovery granule, swallowed it, and slowly restored his profound energy. Then he once again stood at the center of the Grand Palace. With a realization, his gaze swept up towards the seats of the seven sects: "The hat" is already three. Who will be next!?"

He stood there like an arrogant King, exuding the pride of a King, and boldly declared a King’s proclamation.

Who’s next?

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