Chapter 572 - 572: Let Me

Before entering the Saint Extreme Road, you had to register your sect token on a stone platform outside.

This would allow the sect token to automatically record the number of stages cleared on the Saint Extreme Road.

Chu Qingyun went first, swiping his token on the stone platform before stepping onto the dark and deep Saint Extreme Road.

The others followed suit, registering their information one by one before setting foot on the Saint Extreme Road.

Once on the path, Chu Qingyun could see a stone stele up ahead with a large character for "One" carved into it.

He figured that must be the thousand-meter mark. Anyone who could walk past it would be considered to have cleared the first stage of the Saint Extreme Road, earning the right to enter the first level of the Saint Extreme Tower.

After entering the Saint Extreme Road, Chu Qingyun didn't notice anything unusual. To him, it felt no different from the outside.

However, the moment Mu Xiaoxiao and the others stepped onto the Saint Extreme Road, their expressions changed. They frowned, and their breathing grew much more ragged.

This, he supposed, was the innate advantage Alchemists had on the Saint Extreme Road after unlocking their Soul Power.

Just then, a Level Eight Martial Spirit suddenly emerged from the group of over twenty older disciples. After registering his information, he stepped onto the Saint Extreme Road.

In a flash, the Level Eight Martial Spirit appeared before Chu Qingyun and the others, blocking their path.

His Realm was high, and he had experience on the Saint Extreme Road. He was already prepared for the oppressive aura, allowing him to seize the initiative.

"Get out of here on your own, or do I have to make you?"

The Level Eight Martial Spirit crossed his arms, chin held high, and spoke with arrogance.

He had heard of Chu Qingyun's performance in the Molten Rock District, but that was just against Molten Beasts. It didn't prove anything.

As for Mu Xiaoxiao, he paid no mind to a Level Eight Martial Spirit who had just joined the sect.

"A Level Eight Martial Spirit right off the bat... Dammit! Let's take him together, finish him as quickly as possible!"

The three Level Seven Martial Spirits who had sought out Chu Qingyun earlier had clearly planned this. Without hesitation, all three charged the Level Eight Martial Spirit.

In their experience, it wasn't impossible for the three of them to take on a single Level Eight Martial Spirit.

However, facing the three of them, the Level Eight Martial Spirit revealed a disdainful sneer.

"You're courting death!"

He barked coldly. His figure flickered, moving like a phantom as he unleashed three consecutive palm strikes. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! In the blink of an eye, he had sent all three Level Seven Martial Spirits flying back.

One of them, who was slightly weaker, was struck so hard his face turned deathly pale, and he began to vomit blood uncontrollably.

The three new disciples, all Level Seven Martial Spirits, were no match for the older, Level Eight Martial Spirit. They couldn't even last a single exchange!

And this was without either side using their Martial Souls—it had just been a simple exchange of blows.

One could only imagine that even if they had used their Martial Souls, the outcome wouldn't have been much different. In fact, their defeat might have been even more devastating!

The disciples in the sect were indeed far more powerful than the Martial Artists on the outside.

In that moment, all twenty-odd new disciples felt their hearts sink. Their faces fell, and the eager spirit they had moments before was utterly crushed.

In the face of such absolute power, a profound sense of helplessness washed over them.

"Let me handle this."

Mu Xiaoxiao said, preparing to step forward.

However, Chu Qingyun suddenly stopped her. "I'll handle anyone who comes from behind. You and Dai escort the others and keep moving forward. How many stages they clear will depend on their own abilities."

With that, Chu Qingyun took two steps forward to stand opposite the Level Eight Martial Spirit.

'Mu Xiaoxiao only just broke through to the Eighth Level of the Martial Spirit Realm. She might be able to hold out for a while against another Level Eight from the sect, but she probably isn't his match,' Chu Qingyun thought.

'As the only Level Eight Martial Spirit among the new disciples, if Mu Xiaoxiao were to lose, it would be a devastating blow to everyone else's confidence.'

That was why Chu Qingyun decided to step in himself and bring up the rear.

'He's just a Level Eight Martial Spirit. I could handle one when I was at the sixth level. Now that I'm at the seventh, I'm more than confident,' he thought.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't object to Chu Qingyun's words.

Although her Martial Arts Realm was a level higher than his, she knew full well that her actual combat strength was likely far inferior to Chu Qingyun's.

So, she and Dai led the other new disciples, giving the Level Eight Martial Spirit a wide berth as they continued down the Saint Extreme Road.

The Level Eight Martial Spirit didn't try to stop them.

In his eyes, dealing with a mere Level Seven Martial Spirit wouldn't take much time at all. It didn't matter if he let the others get a head start.

"Three Level Seven Martial Spirits were no match for me, yet you, a single Level Seven Martial Spirit, dare to step forward? You're just looking to die!" the Level Eight Martial Spirit said to Chu Qingyun with a sneer.

"You can save the big talk for after you've won," Chu Qingyun replied.

Just then, from outside the Saint Extreme Road, one of the twenty-odd older disciples suddenly shouted, "Yang Cheng, don't be careless! That kid is stronger than he looks!"

This was someone who had personally witnessed Chu Qingyun in action in the Fire Poison District.

But the Level Eight Martial Spirit, Yang Cheng, just snorted in disdain. 'What's so special about a kid who just reached the seventh level?' he thought.

"Kid, get out of the Saint Extreme Road!"

Yang Cheng roared and charged at Chu Qingyun.

A sinister blue light flared within his surging Primordial Power. He was clearly using his Martial Soul Power, intending to finish Chu Qingyun in a single blow!

"You're the one who's getting out! Thunder Sword!"

Chu Qingyun shouted coldly as he fused his various Martial Soul Powers into his Primordial Power.

Fueled by the potent and pure Primordial Power of a Level Seven Martial Spirit, a blindingly brilliant bolt of thunder erupted from his Thunder Shock Sword. Carrying a furiously violent aura, it shot toward Yang Cheng.

Sensing that terrifying aura, Yang Cheng's expression changed drastically.

He knew Chu Qingyun had mastered a sword technique at the Intention Realm, but he never imagined its power would be this terrifying!

"Dammit..."

It was too late to dodge. Cursing under his breath, Yang Cheng immediately crossed his arms in front of his chest, unleashing a massive surge of Primordial Power in a desperate, full-force defense.

However, under the relentless assault of the frenzied bolt of thunder...

A moment later, Yang Cheng's Primordial Power defenses shattered. He was instantly and severely wounded, sent flying through the air before crashing hard onto the Saint Extreme Road. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

A crushing defeat in a single blow!

Instantly, everyone—from the new disciples on the Saint Extreme Road to the older disciples watching from the outside—was left utterly dumbfounded.

An older disciple, a Level Eight Martial Spirit who had been in the sect for years, had been defeated in a single move by a new Level Seven Martial Spirit disciple.

It was simply unbelievable!