Chapter 339: Are You Threatening Me?

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: Are You Threatening Me?

"So strong!"

The scene unfolding high in the sky left everyone utterly shocked.

Zhang Zhishan was a Peak of the Nirvana Realm First Layer expert, while Ji Chen was in the Nirvana Realm Second Layer. The gap between the two was not too great.

Moreover, Zhang Zhishan had used a Secret Technique to draw upon the momentum of the surrounding mountains, yet even so, faced with Ji Chen’s attack, he still couldn’t withstand it and was slashed by a single sword into serious injury, coughing blood!

This outcome was clearly beyond everyone’s expectations.

"So this is all you amount to. Where did that confidence you had in killing me just now go? Where has it all gone?"

Ji Chen stood suspended in midair, a cold sneer and disdain on his face as his gaze swept over Zhang Zhishan ahead.

He saw the other man’s brows tightly furrowed, blood at the corner of his mouth, his face deathly pale. In his eyes there was only a deep, bone‑deep dread.

Even Zhang Zhishan himself had never imagined that in Ji Chen’s hands he would be so utterly vulnerable, not even able to take one strike.

The gap between them was something he found hard to accept.

"Buzz!"

And just as these thoughts churned in Zhang Zhishan’s heart, he suddenly felt the void ahead violently ripple once more.

Ji Chen struck again, condensing Great Dao Sword Intent, using his finger as a sword, pointing down in a slash.

Boundless sword light blazed forth, Sword Momentum howled across the arena, like a towering mountain solidified and then ruthlessly pressing down.

All those around changed expression; even their breathing involuntarily grew far more labored and heavy.

"Not good!"

Terror surfaced in Zhang Zhishan’s eyes. He could clearly feel the terrifying nature of this sword from Ji Chen—the power was so great it had already far exceeded the limits of what he could endure.

Leaving aside the fact that he was now already gravely injured—even if he were in his peak state, facing this sword from Ji Chen, it would still be almost impossible for him to block it.

"Swoosh!"

Not daring to hesitate at all, under the gaze of the crowd, Zhang Zhishan’s figure rapidly retreated, fleeing toward Cyan Cloud Valley, trying to escape this place.

"Trying to run?"

Ji Chen snorted coldly, a ferocious light flashing in his eyes. With a soft shout, he drove the terrifying Sword Aura to change its trajectory mid‑air, continuing to slash toward Zhang Zhishan as he tried to flee.

"It’s over!"

Zhang Zhishan’s face turned ashen, despair flooding his eyes.

Ji Chen’s sword was simply too fast, leaving him no way to dodge.

At this moment, as the Sword Aura drew near overhead, that horrifying killing intent made his heart uncontrollably tremble.

"Break for me!"

Drawing in a deep breath, Zhang Zhishan made a desperate gamble. His palm flipped, and he produced a disk, then without the slightest hesitation hurled it out, trying to clash head‑on with that sword beam that was slashing down.

"Buzz!"

The disk was ancient and worn, a few fissures already visible upon it. It was an extremely old Sacred Artifact, but due to being severely damaged, its power was long since far inferior to that of a normal Holy Weapon.

"Boom!"

In an instant, sword light crashed down and slammed violently into the disk.

A deafening roar erupted, shaking heaven and earth, like two vast mountains colliding.

Endless, overwhelming momentum surged wildly, raging out across the surrounding void, collapsing and dispersing, erasing the space into great swathes of nothingness.

"Bang!"

Then everyone saw that after the collision, the ancient disk shuddered madly, and in the next breath completely exploded apart, turning into chunks of scrap iron that fell down from high above.

"Pff!"

Not only that, as the disk shattered, Zhang Zhishan spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.

His gaze turned unfocused, an intense suffocating pressure flooded his chest, sending a splitting pain through his skull; he almost fainted on the spot.

That ancient disk was his Life‑Protecting Treasure. Now that it had been shattered by Ji Chen’s sword, Zhang Zhishan naturally suffered backlash as well—within him his Spiritual Sea wildly quaked, his aura becoming incomparably chaotic. He no longer had any power to resist.

"Buzz!"

Ji Chen lightly stamped on empty air, and his entire figure vanished from where he had been. When he reappeared, he was already right in front of Zhang Zhishan.

He pointed a finger forward, pressing it between Zhang Zhishan’s brows. Terrifying Spiritual Power surged forth, continuously condensing at his fingertip. It was as if with just a single thought, he could annihilate Zhang Zhishan on the spot.

"Do you have any last words?"

Ji Chen’s voice was ice‑cold, his gaze locked onto the other man, killing intent infinite.

Zhang Zhishan was silent. This was the first time in his life that he felt himself so close to death.

Now that even his Life‑Protecting Treasure had been shattered by Ji Chen, with his ability to resist completely lost, he was like a lamb awaiting slaughter. His life and death lay entirely within Ji Chen’s grasp.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, from deep within Cyan Cloud Valley came a voice, somewhat low, wrapped in the Power of the Dao, clearly echoing through this heaven and earth.

In the next instant, light flashed and a figure appeared in front of the mountain gate of Cyan Cloud Valley.

It was a middle‑aged man, hair grey‑white, his attire incomparably majestic, like a sovereign king as he stood there.

"The Cyan Cloud Saint Master!"

All around, the spectators cried out in shock, recognizing this middle‑aged man as none other than the Saint Master of Cyan Cloud Valley—a top‑tier powerhouse who had stepped into the Great Saint Realm, a being who truly shook the world, an invincible existence of Daoxuan!

The Cyan Cloud Saint Master stood with hands clasped behind his back, suspended in the air. His deep eyes swept over Ji Chen. "If you dare kill him today, then even though you are a disciple of the Celestial Emperor’s Mansion, I will still take your life here."

His voice was not loud, nor did it carry any emotion. His entire body was shrouded in a faint violet mist of the Great Dao, ethereal and illusory. Yet every word and sentence rang clearly in everyone’s ears, carrying a tone that brooked no argument.

"Are you threatening me?"

Ji Chen slightly lifted his gaze, looking over and meeting his eyes.

"You can think of it that way," the Cyan Cloud Saint Master replied.

"Heh..."

Ji Chen suddenly laughed, an expression of pure disdain appearing on his face.

"Bang!"

In the next heartbeat, everyone clearly saw a streak of light shoot from his finger, piercing straight through Zhang Zhishan’s skull.

Even in the moment of his death, Zhang Zhishan could not believe that he had truly fallen to Ji Chen’s hand.

He had thought that with the Cyan Cloud Saint Master personally appearing, then no matter how arrogant Ji Chen might be, he would never dare kill him right before the Saint Master’s eyes. But he had never imagined that Ji Chen would show not the slightest scruple and would simply strike without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The cold corpse plummeted from the sky, crashing into the ground below.

The sound jolted the crowd from their stunned daze.

"He really killed him?"

Someone couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath. He had never imagined that Ji Chen would truly dare, right in front of the Cyan Cloud Saint Master, to send Grand Elder Zhang Zhishan to the Yellow Springs.

This was undoubtedly an enormous provocation.

The fury of a Great Saint Realm powerhouse—how many in the world today could possibly withstand it?