Chapter 79: A Firm Stance

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

No one expected that Chen Chuan, under the watchful eyes of everyone and after the victory had been decided, would be so decisive and ruthless, directly dealing a fatal blow to the Saint of Fengyun Holy Land.

"Junior, how dare you!!"

A roar filled with monstrous rage exploded like a clap of thunder, breaking the suffocating silence.

On the high platform, Holy Master Xuan Yun of Fengyun Holy Land had his hair and beard standing on end, his eyes nearly splitting with rage.

The Aura he had previously restrained erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for ten thousand years.

Boom!

The terrifying pressure of the Ninth Level of the Void Breaking Realm swept across the entire Martial Arts Arena like a physical tsunami.

The sky suddenly darkened, the clouds changed color, and the earth groaned under the burden of this pressure.

Disciples with lower cultivation were directly crushed to the ground by this Aura, their faces pale, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

The figure of Holy Master Xuan Yun blurred for a moment, and in the next instant, he had already torn through space and appeared before Chen Chuan.

Killing intent boiled in his eyes as a massive palm print containing destructive energy struck down ruthlessly toward Chen Chuan’s crown without hesitation.

This palm strike, launched in fury, was enough to turn a mountain into powder; he clearly intended to kill Chen Chuan on the spot to vent the hatred in his heart.

"Xuan Yun! Do you think I don’t exist?"

At this critical moment, a figure as steady as a mountain appeared before Chen Chuan like a ghost.

It was Xuan Jingru!

His face was cold as he waved his sleeve, and a soft yet incredibly tough light barrier instantly expanded.

Like the sturdiest shield, it met the furious palm strike of Holy Master Xuan Yun.

Boom!

The two incredibly powerful forces collided violently, producing a dull roar like thunder.

Ripples of violent energy spread wildly, shaving another three feet off the ground.

The figure of Xuan Jingru swayed slightly before becoming as steady as a Mountain.

Meanwhile, the furious Holy Master Xuan Yun was forced back several steps by the counter-shock.

Every step left a deep footprint on the ground.

Almost at the same time, the Auras of several Elders from Fengyun Holy Land exploded completely.

Their figures flashed as they arrived behind Holy Master Xuan Yun, their cold gazes locking onto Xuan Jingru and Chen Chuan.

Majestic spiritual power surged around them, drawing in the Heaven and Earth Origin Qi, causing the atmosphere in the field to become oppressive to the extreme.

"Hmph!"

Primordial Holy Land was naturally unwilling to show weakness, as several Elders snorted coldly.

Their figures flickered, appearing beside Xuan Jingru, forming a standoff against the three powerhouses from Fengyun Holy Land.

Both sides released their Auras without reservation, causing a heart-palpitating storm of destructive energy to permeate the air above Primordial Holy Land, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

All the Disciples held their breath, their hearts pounding wildly, fearing that a great war would break out at any moment.

"Xuan Jingru! You want to stop me?" Holy Master Xuan Yun stabilized himself, his face ashen.

His chest heaved violently with anger as he glared at Xuan Jingru:

"This boy is malicious. Winning was enough, yet he still dealt such a cruel blow and even devoured the Chaos Divine Body Origin of our Holy Land’s Saint."

"How is such behavior different from the Demonic Path? If you do not hand him over today, my Fengyun Holy Land will never let this rest."

Behind him, the Red-Faced Elder’s beard bristled with anger as he roared, "That’s right! Killing and seizing the Origin is intolerable by heaven’s laws! This villain must pay the price."

The Thin and Tall Elder also chimed in sinisterly, "If Primordial Holy Land wishes to shield such a murderer, then do not blame us for being heartless."

Facing the monstrous rage and accusations of the powerhouses from Fengyun Holy Land, Xuan Jingru showed no fear.

Instead, he took a step forward, his gaze calm yet carrying an unquestionable majesty as it swept over Holy Master Xuan Yun and the others, his voice ringing clearly throughout the field:

"Holy Master Xuan Yun, you are mistaken! In a martial arts competition, fists and feet have no eyes; life and death are left to fate. This has been the rule since ancient times."

"The battle between Lu Yun and Chen Chuan was a fair duel between the younger generation, witnessed clearly by tens of thousands of eyes present."

"When that Lu Yun unleashed his killing move, did he hold back? If Chen Chuan’s strength had been insufficient, he would be the one turned to ashes right now."

"Is it only permitted for the Saint of your Fengyun Holy Land to kill, while the Disciple of my Primordial Holy Land is not allowed to strike back?"

His tone suddenly became sharp, carrying a sense of righteous awe: "Could it be that your Fengyun Holy Land cannot afford to lose?"

"You!" Holy Master Xuan Yun trembled with rage, but was momentarily speechless.

Xuan Jingru did not give him a chance to retort, continuing coldly:

"Furthermore, if I remember correctly, Holy Master Xuan Yun, you personally said that for a competition between juniors, there is no need for us old fogies to get involved?"

"The words are still ringing in our ears, and now that the victory is decided, you are impatient to personally take the field and strike at my Holy Land’s Disciple?"

"Is this behavior of going back on your word and slapping your own face the way of Fengyun Holy Land? If this gets out, aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"

These words were heart-piercing and resonant.

He threw back the words Holy Master Xuan Yun had said earlier when he was smug, choking him so hard his face turned from green to white, and his chest felt so tight he almost spat blood.

The two Elders behind him also looked terrible, wanting to argue but finding no grounds to stand on.

They were the ones who had first agreed to the rules and spoken the harsh words; now that they had lost, wanting to flip the table was unreasonable in every sense.

But that was the Saint of their Fengyun Holy Land!

He was the one who possessed the Chaos Divine Body, the hope of leading Fengyun Holy Land to glory in the future!

To die just like that, with even his Origin being seized—how could they not be angry?

How could they be resigned?

"Sophistry!" Holy Master Xuan Yun forcibly suppressed his churning blood and growled hoarsely, "Chen Chuan must give my Fengyun Holy Land an explanation! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Xuan Jingru directly interrupted him.

His eyes were as sharp as knives, and his Aura became even more majestic, showing no sign of backing down:

"My Primordial Holy Land has stood on the Sacred Martial Continent for ten thousand years and has never feared any threat."

"If your Fengyun Holy Land wants to use this as an excuse for war, then I, Xuan Jingru, tell you that my Taichu will accompany you to the end."

"To the end!" The two Primordial Holy Land Elders behind him also shouted in unison.

The sound shook the Nine Heavens, demonstrating Primordial Holy Land’s determined stance of not yielding an inch.

Terrifying killing intent permeated between the two sides, and space itself seemed to freeze.

Holy Master Xuan Yun clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh as drops of blood seeped through his fingers.

He stared fixedly at Xuan Jingru, then glanced at Chen Chuan, who was still preoccupied with absorbing the Origin, seemingly oblivious to their confrontation.

Fury burned in his heart, but he also felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

This was the core territory of Primordial Holy Land; once war broke out, the three of them would definitely not fare well and might even all perish here.

To gamble the entire future of Fengyun Holy Land and their lives for a dead Lu Yun was not worth it.

Weighing the pros and cons, the intense sense of humiliation and unwillingness were finally suppressed by reason.

Holy Master Xuan Yun took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, his voice as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice:

"Fine! Very well, Primordial Holy Land. Today’s matter, my Fengyun Holy Land has taken note of it."

His gaze turned to Lu Yun’s corpse at Chen Chuan’s feet, and he gritted his teeth. "Return Lu Yun’s corpse!"

He still harbored a sliver of hope that the two types of Earthly Spirit Fire in Lu Yun’s body might not have completely dissipated; if he could bring the corpse back, there might still be a way to extract the Spirit Fires.

However, Xuan Jingru spoke indifferently, "Certainly. Once Chen Chuan is finished, the corpse will be returned."

"You!" Holy Master Xuan Yun almost lost control again.

Just then, a strong surge of energy suddenly erupted from Chen Chuan in the center of the field.

Chaos Qi swirled around him like a demon god from the dawn of creation, and a pressure far stronger than before soared into the sky.

First Level of the True Domain Realm!

After completely absorbing Lu Yun’s Chaos Divine Body Origin.

His cultivation had naturally progressed, truly stepping into the threshold of the True Domain Realm, his Foundation incredibly stable, far beyond the temporary power of an Experience Card.

At the same time, his hands pressed down on Lu Yun’s corpse, the suction from his palms increasing again.

A wisp of dark fire like a venomous snake and a pure green flame carrying the vitality of the earth were seen being forcibly extracted from Lu Yun’s charred corpse, letting out unwilling cries.

The two Spirit Fires were eventually absorbed into Chen Chuan’s body without mercy.

At this point, he possessed four types of Earthly Spirit Fire in his body.

Once they underwent Fusion, their power would be unimaginably terrifying.

"Stop!"

Holy Master Xuan Yun watched helplessly as the last two great Spirit Fires were also taken by Chen Chuan. His eyes nearly split as he could no longer care about anything else and was about to rush forward.

"Holy Master Xuan Yun, please show some self-respect!"

Xuan Jingru moved slightly, blocking him once again, his tone brook no argument.

Chen Chuan slowly opened his eyes, a flash of Chaos light passing through them.

Feeling the surging power within him and the four joyful yet docile Spirit Fires, a cold arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the trembling Holy Master Xuan Yun and said calmly:

"Everything belonging to the loser is the spoils of war; those are the rules."

"Everything on him now belongs to me. This includes the Spirit Fires and the Chaos Divine Body Origin."

"Pfft!"

Upon hearing this, Holy Master Xuan Yun actually spat out a mouthful of blood in his extreme rage.

He pointed at Chen Chuan, his finger trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

He knew that today Fengyun Holy Land had lost everything—losing both the prize and the bait, their reputation dragged through the mud, and their losses were catastrophic to the extreme.

"Let’s go!"

Finally, Holy Master Xuan Yun gave Chen Chuan and Xuan Jingru an extremely venomous look.

Carrying his full measure of anger and humiliation, he left Primordial Holy Land without looking back.

As for Lu Yun’s corpse, they didn’t even bother to spare it another glance.

It wasn’t until the people from Fengyun Holy Land had completely disappeared that the suffocating standoff in the Martial Arts Arena suddenly relaxed.

In the next moment, cheers like a mountain torrent or a tsunami erupted from the crowd of Primordial Holy Land Disciples.

Senior Brother Chen! Invincible!

Senior Brother Chen! Mighty!

All the Disciples looked at the proud young figure standing in the field, their eyes filled with unprecedented fervor and worship.

"Too strong! The True Domain Realm! Senior Brother Chen hasn’t even been here for three months, right? This Cultivation speed is simply unprecedented throughout the ages."

"Four types of Spirit Fires! My god, those Alchemy Great Masters would be lucky to tame one type in their entire lives, yet Senior Brother Chen possesses four all by himself."

"From now on, Senior Brother Chen is the goal I will pursue for the rest of my life!"

In the crowd, Ye Linger stared blankly at the figure who was the center of attention and radiating light, her beautiful eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was joy that he was safe and sound, and shock at his powerful strength.

But more than that, there was an indescribable sense of loss and gloom.

She lightly bit her lip and finally turned away silently, quietly leaving the noisy crowd.

He and Ji Siyu are husband and wife; she was, after all, just a case of unrequited love.

Chen Ping’s face was flushed with excitement, his fists clenched as he shouted inwardly, "Big brother! That’s my big brother!"

He felt supreme pride in having such an older brother.

At the same time, he felt immense pressure and resolved to Cultivate even harder, determined not to bring shame to his brother.

Xuan Jingru looked at the enthusiastic Disciples below and then at the steady Chen Chuan in the field, his eyes full of praise and relief.

He cleared his throat, and his voice, infused with spiritual power, spread in all directions:

"Silence!"

The entire field instantly fell silent, and everyone looked toward the high platform.

The gaze of Xuan Jingru swept over everyone and finally fixed on Chen Chuan, announcing loudly:

"Today, Chen Chuan defeated a powerful enemy and upheld the prestige of our Primordial Holy Land. His talent is extraordinary, and his strength is unsurpassed among his generation."

"I officially appoint Chen Chuan as the First Holy Son of our Primordial Holy Land, making him the successor to the next generation’s Holy Master."

As soon as these words were spoken, the field went silent for a moment before erupting into even more enthusiastic cheers and applause.

"First Holy Son! Well-deserved!"

"Greetings to the First Holy Son!"

No one raised any objections; Chen Chuan had won everyone’s recognition and respect with his absolute strength.

After today, Chen Chuan’s name would not only resound throughout Primordial Holy Land but also shake the entire Sacred Martial Continent.

And Primordial Holy Land, because of this First Holy Son who had appeared out of nowhere, would usher in a brand new era.

Chen Chuan stood in the field, accepting the worship of the masses, his eyes calm and profound.

He knew that this was only the beginning.

The world is vast, and the road ahead is still very long.