On the cloud platform in the main hall, Chong Zhao knelt on one knee, while Zhe Sang raised his sword and struck downward. The sword’s formidable spiritual energy aimed directly at Chong Zhao’s spiritual platform.
But at that very moment, a surge of immense, pure spiritual power shot from Chong Zhao’s spiritual platform, blocking Zhe Sang’s sword.
Zhe Sang’s eyes widened in shock. He stared at the spiritual artifact hovering in front of Chong Zhao, then turned sharply to look at Song Yun standing on the stone steps.
How could Chong Zhao possess something like that?! How?!
“The Mountain-Guarding Jade Slip?!”
Indeed, Miao Miao’s Mountain-Guarding Jade Slip was now suspended steadily in front of Chong Zhao’s forehead, shielding him. Gasps of disbelief rippled through the disciples.
The sect leader had entrusted the Mountain-Guarding Jade Slip to Junior Brother Chong Zhao? What was the point of this duel, then?!
Er Yun looked at Song Yun, who met Zhe Sang’s furious gaze, his lips trembling but saying nothing in the end.
“This is unfair!”
On the platform, Zhe Sang roared, his eyes red with rage. No longer holding back, he unleashed a fierce spiritual energy from the red orb, causing dark clouds to gather over the platform. An ominous wind swept through, sending the disciples stumbling.
With a flick of his hand, Zhe Sang’s sword glowed and slashed once again toward Chong Zhao.
Just then, Chong Zhao, who had been kneeling with his head lowered, lifted his gaze and firmly grasped the jade slip before him. The jade slip transformed in his hand into an ancient-looking jade sword, and a rainbow of spiritual energy enveloped him.
“Peak Immortal Lord!” Er Yun exclaimed in shock. How was it possible? Chong Zhao had only been at the mid-level of Immortal Lord when he exited seclusion!
In the air, Zhe Sang was equally stunned. He himself was only an early-stage Immortal Lord, and even with the red orb, he could only reach mid-level. But there was no time to think—the jade sword, radiating powerful energy, crashed into his blade.
With a deafening roar, dazzling white light burst across the cloud platform. A figure fell from mid-air, landing heavily on the platform.
As the dark clouds dissipated, Chong Zhao remained standing, while Zhe Sang coughed up blood and knelt on the platform, his sword shattered into dust, leaving only the hilt in his grip.
Silence fell over the disciples on and around the stone steps.
Zhe Sang looked up at Song Yun, his voice choked with blood as he questioned, “Why?”
There was no way Chong Zhao could have reached the peak of Immortal Lord in just three short years. He possessed the purest spiritual energy of Miao Miao, a power that only Song Yun could have bestowed upon him!
Song Yun remained silent for a long time, looking at the disciple he had raised. With a wave of his hand, a surge of spiritual power struck Zhe Sang.
Zhe Sang screamed in pain, his eyes flashing with a strange red glow. Strands of chaotic spiritual energy swirled from his spiritual platform, accompanied by a shrill, infant-like cry—a horrifying sound.
How could an immortal’s spiritual platform hold the aura of mortal souls? The disciples erupted in alarm—could it be that Senior Brother Zhe Sang…
“Feeding on mortal souls to cultivate… Zhe Sang, I’ve raised you for a century, and this is how you honor the path of immortals?” Song Yun asked from the stone steps, his voice filled with bitter disappointment.
“For a hundred years, I have worked tirelessly to strengthen Miao Miao, never slacking a single day,” Zhe Sang said angrily, pointing at Chong Zhao. “If not for you and Master choosing him over me, I would never have gone down this path!”
“You still refuse to see your fault!”
“What fault is there?!” Zhe Sang stood up slowly, laughing manically. “Only the strong survive in the Three Realms. Master, isn’t that what you taught me?”
Watching Zhe Sang, who showed no remorse, Song Yun staggered, closing his eyes in anguish. “Ungrateful disciple!”
Without holding back any longer, Song Yun directed a powerful surge of spiritual energy at Zhe Sang’s spiritual platform. Zhe Sang let out a terrible scream as waves of energy poured from his body, followed by the crisp sound of his golden core shattering. In an instant, his face turned ashen, devoid of any trace of spiritual power.
He looked at the broken remnants of his golden core in disbelief, muttering as he turned his gaze to Song Yun. “You… you shattered my golden core…”
He struggled to crawl toward Song Yun, but he no longer had the strength to stand.
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