Chapter 1443 - 317: One-Shot Kill

Chapter 1443: Chapter 317: One-Shot Kill

On the Holy Battle Platform.

The Saint Heirs of the Fourteen Peaks have all arrived.

Even the aura they emit unknowingly can make the space stagnant.

At the judges’ stand.

At this time, all the Peak Masters of each peak have arrived.

To be the Peak Master of one peak, their strength is naturally not weak, all of them are powerful cultivators of the Divine King Realm.

But the presence of someone like Ziyun Luo, who is at the third realm of the Divine King, is unique.

However.

From here it can also be seen.

Just in terms of Divine Kings, the number of Divine Kings in the Ziyun Clan is already more than most clans.

At this time.

Ziyun Zheng spoke in a deep voice: "Since all the Saint Heirs of the peaks are here, let’s get to the main point."

With that said, he looked at Shen Changqing at the center of the Holy Battle Platform.

"Since the Holy Son of Divine Wind is challenging the other thirteen Saint Heirs, is there any limitation? If there is, as the challenger, you can express it first, allowing us to judge its feasibility."

Upon hearing this.

Shen Changqing smiled faintly: "There’s no need for such hassle, just let the thirteen Saint Heirs come at me together."

"Arrogant!"

"Presumptuous!"

"How dare this brat be so insolent!"

As soon as these words were said, even before Ziyun Zheng spoke, the other Saint Heirs were already furious.

What does that mean?

Letting them all come together shows total disregard for the cultivators present.

As Saint Heirs of the peaks, their dignity is extremely important, and they have never been so underestimated by other cultivators.

Holy Son Yun Feng’s face was cold: "There’s no need for the other Saint Heirs to take action, I alone can subdue you."

On the other side.

At the judges’ stand, the faces of the Peak Masters of each peak looked very displeased.

A Peak Master said sarcastically: "Tsk tsk, Divine Wind Peak has indeed produced a remarkable prodigy, capable of challenging thirteen other Saint Heirs on his own. Such an event has not occurred in ten thousand years.

If he wins, Divine Wind Peak will indisputably be the First Peak of the Holy Land."

"That is natural, congratulations to Peak Master Luo!" Another Peak Master interjected.

Upon hearing this.

Ziyun Luo’s face turned somber, coldly sweeping his gaze over the other Peak Masters: "Among the fourteen peaks of the Holy Land, why can’t my Divine Wind Peak be the First Peak, and why can’t my Holy Son of Divine Wind subdue the thirteen other Saint Heirs.

Instead of saying this, why don’t we just watch the result at the end!"

Even though he didn’t believe Ziyan Sheng could win, at this moment, backing down is absolutely not an option.

Since retreat is not possible, then one might as well be assertive to the end.

As for whether Ziyan Sheng will be defeated later and if he’ll face embarrassment, that is a matter for afterward. At least before the result is out, he must maintain absolute assertiveness.

However.

In Ziyun Luo’s heart, there was significant displeasure towards Shen Changqing.

The other’s impulsive behavior might very well turn Divine Wind Peak into a laughing stock.

Earlier, he thought Shen Changqing might have a slight chance against the thirteen Saint Heirs, but that was based on a battle of attrition. If they all charge together, even a Divine King can be subdued by the combined force of the thirteen Saint Heirs.

This level of strength is absolutely beyond what any single Saint Heir can withstand.

Therefore.

To Ziyun Luo, Shen Changqing has no chance of winning.

Not only do the Peak Masters of each peak lack confidence, but the Holy Land Disciples around the Holy Battle Platform, upon hearing these words, all doubt whether they heard wrong.

"Ziyan Sheng, have you thought this through?"

Ziyun Zheng’s expression also wasn’t good, having to reiterate once more: "Once a decision is made, it cannot be changed."

Truthfully.

He was a bit disappointed with this Holy Son of Divine Wind.

No matter how strong the power, actions that are too ostentatious and arrogant will ultimately lead nowhere.

Shen Changqing’s expression was calm: "Divine King, there’s no need to say more, I’ve already made my decision, let them come at me together, no point wasting time."

"Alright."

Ziyun Zheng nodded, then looked at the other Saint Heirs.

"Do you have any objections to this?"

"Since he insists on self-destruction, I will grant him that wish."

Zi Yunfang sneered.

Although teaming up with the other Saint Heirs to deal with one Ziyan Sheng isn’t quite honorable, it was the other’s own request, so no one else could be blamed.

In his view.

The fact that Ziyan Sheng dares to confront the thirteen Saint Heirs at once means he must have some formidable trump card.

Since that’s the case, it would be wiser to join forces with the other Saint Heirs to guarantee success.

Regardless of the strength of the opponent, he could not possibly withstand the combined force of thirteen Saint Heirs.

The other Saint Heirs kept silent upon hearing this.

For one to be a Saint Heir, they cannot be fools.

They know very well what actions would benefit them the most.

Seeing this.

Ziyun Zheng nodded slightly: "Good, since you’ve agreed, then there’s no problem. In the coming battle, no external help is allowed, including Elixir, Dao Arms, etc. All these are not to be used.

Otherwise, it will be treated as a concession."

"No problem!"

Zi Yunfang nodded, then looked at Shen Changqing with eyes filled with coldness.

The inability to use Dao Arms, in his opinion, imposed the greatest restriction on the opponent.

Why does the other party have the courage to challenge the Holy Sons of the Thirteen Peaks? In his view, the biggest reliance may be due to a certain Dao Arms Supreme Treasure.

Unfortunately.

Zi Yunfang originally wanted to see a look of panic on Shen Changqing’s face, but the other party remained utterly calm from beginning to end.

Immediately after.

Ziyun Zheng directly cast a Seal Technique, and vast Divine Power directly acted on the Holy Battle Platform.

Buzz—

Dazzling golden light radiated, instantly activating the Formation of the Holy Battle Platform.

Inside the vast platform, it rapidly evolved at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in the eyes of the cultivators outside, the size of the Holy Battle Platform did not change at all. A layer of pale golden transparent barrier rose, isolating the interior from the outside.

Inside the Holy Battle Platform.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense, as the icy gaze of the Holy Sons of the Thirteen Peaks all fell on Shen Changqing, but none dared to act rashly.

Looking at the crowd.

Shen Changqing shook his head slightly: "Since you are not making a move, I won’t wait for you."

As soon as he spoke, a terrifying aura erupted from his body, sweeping away from him in all directions like a mountain collapsing and the sea overflowing.

"Bang!"

Under the sudden impact of that aura, the Holy Sons of the Thirteen Peaks’ faces changed dramatically, and they couldn’t help but step back.

However.

Before they could gather their wits, Shen Changqing had already taken a step forward, punching at one of the Holy Sons.

A simple punch, containing extreme power.

As the punch was thrown, a terrifying gust was stirred up, violently tearing open the stable space within the Holy Battle Platform.

"Not good!"

The expression of that Holy Son changed drastically, instinctively trying to counterattack with a palm, gathering all Divine Power into one spot. Golden sacred light rose, seemingly an unbreakable barrier.

But unfortunately, that seemingly unbreakable barrier shattered like paper when meeting the punch.

Next breath.

That terrifying power directly acted on that Holy Son.

"Boom!"

The ferocious force blasted, and the Holy Son only had time to let out a scream before his flesh exploded instantly, spraying flesh and blood in all directions.

Not only that.

As the Holy Son’s body was shattered, the force continued without diminishing, harshly acting on the Formation of the Holy Battle Platform, causing the pale golden barrier to vibrate violently.

Silence!

A dead silence!

Whether in the referee’s stand, outside, or inside the Holy Battle Platform, everyone stared dumbfounded at the scattered flesh as if they couldn’t comprehend what had happened.

A few breaths later.

There was a thunderous uproar.

"The Earth Peak Holy Son is dead!"

"Inconceivable! The power of the Ziyan Sheng is actually this formidable!"

"Instant kill, with no chance to counterattack whatsoever..."

The cultivators outside wore expressions of disbelief.

They had thought the battle would be intense, they had thought the Holy Son of Divine Wind would be overwhelmed by the Holy Sons of the Thirteen Peaks, and they had even imagined Shen Changqing winning.

But no matter how they thought about it, none could have imagined that Shen Changqing could instant kill a Holy Son.

One must know.

To become a Holy Son meant being a top-tier powerhouse among the younger generation of the Purple Cloud Holy Land.

Such powerhouses, even if there were differences in strength, should not have too great a gap, let alone be reduced to being killed in a single blow.

Yet.

The scene before their eyes undeniably told all cultivators this was the truth.

"Boom!"

An astonishing aura erupted, with Peak Master Luo of Earth Peak standing with fiery eyes.

"Ziyan Sheng, you dare to mercilessly strike down a fellow Holy Son! Today I will cleanse the realm on behalf of the Holy Land!"

As he spoke.

He had already acted to capture Shen Changqing.

Almost at the same time.

Ziyun Luo followed suit, striking the opponent back with a palm, face indifferent to the extreme: "Peak Master Yuan, casualties during a match are nothing out of the ordinary.

A discerning eye could see that our Holy Son of Divine Wind did not make a second move, indicating that the death of the Earth Peak Holy Son was not intentional.

After all, who would have thought that a dignified Holy Son would be so fragile, unable to withstand even a single punch from our Holy Son of Divine Wind."

"Ziyun Luo, do not be too arrogant!"

The expression of Earth Peak’s Peak Master turned grim, with aura continually rising.

Upon hearing this.

Ziyun Luo sneered: "What, does Ziyun Yuan also want to spar with me? That’s fine, it’s been years since I’ve exercised my body, just perfect for playing with you!"

Hearing this, Earth Peak’s Peak Master’s chest heaved violently, yet he did not truly respond to the challenge.

One knows their own affairs best.

Among the Fourteen Peaks’ Masters, Ziyun Luo’s strength ranks first.

Though all Fourteen Peaks’ Masters are Divine Kings, only he is the sole Universe Divine King, whereas the other Peak Masters mostly hover between the first and second realms of Divine King.

Such strength compared to Ziyun Luo’s represented a significant gap.

At this moment.

Ziyun Zheng glanced at the two, saying indifferently: "During the activation of the Holy Battle Platform, no one shall interfere. This is the first time, and I hope it will be the last."

Upon seeing this.

Earth Peak’s Peak Master reluctantly sat down.

He could defy Ziyun Luo, but not Ziyun Zheng, who was now the host.

Otherwise, truly violating the Holy Land’s rules, even as a Master of One Peak, it would be hard to gain any advantage.