Huff!
Mu Chen narrowed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
His body tensed as he prepared for the impending clash between the two of them.
Swoosh!
The air crackled with spiritual energy, the very atmosphere charged with their mounting animosity.
"Hmph, you think a few petty tricks will be enough to defeat me, Beta Fang?... You have more to go," Mu Chen uttered, his voice laced with condescension.
"I've surpassed your feeble cultivation long ago... Kotow three times and I will share your life,"
Beta Fang's face contorted with rage at such words, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword.
"Arrogant fool! You've relied on underhanded means. But now, I'll show everyone here the true extent of my power!"
Booom!
With a roar, Beta Fang unleashed a torrent of spiritual energy, the very ground trembling beneath the force of his attack.
Slicing through the air, razor-sharp tendrils of pure qi lashed out toward Mu Chen, intent on shredding him to pieces.
Mu Chen's expression remained calm and composed. Bringing his hands together in a swift, practiced motion, he conjured a shimmering golden barrier that effortlessly deflected Beta Fang's attack.
Slash! Slash!
Fwoosh~
The tendrils of qi sparked and dissipated against the impenetrable shield.
"Is that all you have got... If so, ready to kneel and call me your grandfather..." Mu Chen taunted, his eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement. " Quite disappointing, I expected more from the so-called 'Genius of the Sect',"
Infuriated, Beta Fang unleashed a barrage of increasingly powerful spiritual attacks, each one more devastating than the last.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Blade shape Qi gushed rapidly.
But no matter how relentless his attack was, Mu Chen remained steadfast, his golden barrier weathering the storm with ease.
The younger disciples watched in awe, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and admiration at the display of power.
"This guy... He is so much powerful,"
"He must have used some forbidden method... He didn't possess much talent,"
Swish!
The golden dragon surged forward, its massive jaws opened wide, intent on devouring Beta Fang whole.
The younger disciples cowered in terror, their previous bravery replaced by sheer panic at the sight of Mu Chen's overwhelming might.
Beta Fang tried to retaliate, summoning his own spiritual attacks, but they were easily brushed aside by the dragon's sheer power.
Trapped in its relentless onslaught, he had no choice but to desperately dodge and weave, his movements becoming more frantic with every passing moment.
"Give up, Beta Fang," Mu Chen said, his voice calm and steady.
"You cannot defeat me. Surrender, and I may even spare your pathetic life at the cost of just 3 kowtows,"
...
The shocking news that My Chen was in the Golden Core realm shocked everyone.
A Golden Core realm isn't an absolute powerhouse, but such a Daoist can be called a small powerhouse.
Meanwhile,
Roarr~
The golden dragon let out another earth-shaking roar, its eyes burning with a primal fury as it zeroed in on its target.
Beta Fang knew he was outmatched, his own spiritual attacks utterly dwarfed by the sheer power of Mu Chen's summoned magical avatar.
With a last-ditch effort, Beta Fang raised his sword, pouring the last of his qi into a desperate strike. But just as the blade was about to connect, the dragon's jaws snapped shut, engulfing him in a blinding golden light...
Boom!
Boom!
A loud explosion occurred...
"Hahaha! I didn't want to use it but you forced me..." The cold menacing voice of Beta Fang echoed, the atmosphere turning cold.
His body was covered in dazzling blue lightning aura, the magical avatar of a five-headed hydra behind him.
Pfft~
Like a cold cinematic scene, Blood began to flow down from Beta Fang's menacing eyes, the five-headed hydra nonstop shitting lightning bolts at Mu Chen.
Zzz* Bzzz* zzz*
'Tsk! I am already exhausted from fighting elders... I can't hold any longer,' Mu Chen said to himself.