"Entrusted by another, I must offend!"
Jin Chan's voice boomed like a great bell, its vibrations rippling outward, buzzing and resonating as if a vast ocean were surging forth.
Instantly, countless onlookers buckled under the oppressive force, coughing blood, their auras wilting. Even Yue Chan struggled, fine beads of sweat glistening on her smooth, radiant forehead.
That Witch… Yue Chan bit her red lip, glaring at the black-clad girl who was reveling in her discomfort.
It was obvious—the Witch was seizing the moment when Yue Chan's Spirit Transformation Realm was not yet perfected to humiliate her.
"Junior Sister Yue Chan, we'll hold them off. Return to the city and rely on the grand formation. They wouldn't dare breach it," Jin Lingxiao suggested, stepping forward with a group of fellow disciples to shield her.
"Heh heh heh… Little Chanchan, can't handle a one-on-one, so you're resorting to a group fight?" The Witch licked her alluring lips, her tone dripping with mockery.
"Hmph! Think you're the only one who can call for reinforcements?" Yue Chan's eyes glinted coldly, shimmering with auspicious light as her voice carried a commanding tone.
The Witch's expression shifted, a realization dawning. Recently, the Heaven Mending Sect had grown close to the Immortal Palace, their ties strengthening. Rumor had it that the current heir of the Immortal Palace was a prodigy of unparalleled talent, sweeping through several prefectures and defeating numerous First Generations. He was faintly poised to claim the title of the greatest among the younger generation of the Three Thousand Prefectures.
"Brother Jin Chan, hurry and capture Yue Chan! If the Immortal Palace heir arrives, it'll be much harder to take her," the Witch urged, her voice tinged with urgency.
"No matter. If he comes, I'll test who truly is the strongest of our generation," Jin Chan replied, calm as a breeze, his tone laced with anticipation and rising battle intent.
The Witch was speechless. She'd nearly forgotten that every First Generation carried their own pride and thirst for battle.
Still, Jin Chan acted. He struck with a palm toward Yue Chan's position, runes intertwining as flames roared to life. His attack was a grand divine technique, terrifying and boundless.
The Heaven Mending Sect disciples' hearts quaked!
The heavens rumbled, the void trembled, and divine power flooded the area like a sea, submerging everything. Truly, he was a prodigy unmatched in an entire prefecture, his strength unfathomable.
"Who dares harm my Senior Sister?!"
At that moment, a thunderous shout rang out.
From within the city emerged a spirited young boy, striding with the majesty of a dragon and the ferocity of a tiger. He soared through the air, exuding an overwhelming presence.
Wherever he passed, the crowd parted instinctively, his formidable aura sending shivers through their hearts.
"Junior Brother?!" Yue Chan's heart leaped with both surprise and joy. The figure, smaller than her, now stood like a celestial deity, exuding strength and dominance.
In that moment, Lin Fan descended from the heavens, agile as a true dragon, his body aglow. Clenching his fist, he unleashed a ferocious strike forward.
Boom!
The attack shattered Jin Chan's assault, scattering it into a shower of radiant light, sparkling like crystal droplets.
Everyone's hearts jolted. They had expected a youth in his teens, but this was a nine-year-old child!
Lin Fan stood there, his face adorable yet youthful, leaving the crowd dumbfounded.
Is the Heaven Mending Sect so desperate that they're sending out a child?
Bang!
But in that instant, Lin Fan's blood qi erupted, a rainbow of light piercing the heavens. The sky's clouds shattered, the earth quaked, and the sheer force sent souls trembling.
"This… such terrifying blood qi—can a child possess this?!" Many stood slack-jawed, as if witnessing a ghost, their mouths agape.
The crowd retreated as the two locked eyes, their blood qi exploding like collapsing clouds, akin to a thousand volcanoes erupting, fiercer still.
It was staggering!
The heart-pounding aura permeated the air, a palpable pressure filling the void.
Soon, some couldn't endure it, coughing blood as their bodies felt on the verge of bursting. They hurriedly fled the battlefield.
"That young boy… is he the Heaven Mending Sect's hidden First Generation?"
The crowd was stunned. Rumors had long circulated of a prodigy concealed within the Heaven Mending Sect, unseen by the world.
But who could've imagined this First Generation would be so young, yet his cultivation was formidable? Upon closer inspection, he was already at the mid-stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Such cultivation speed was suffocating, almost unbelievable.
Even the Heaven Mending Sect elders, observing secretly from the city, were seeing Lin Fan for the first time. One sighed, "No wonder Vice Sect Leader Qingyao, who emerges once in ten thousand years, vied with the Sect Leader for him as a disciple. His talent is truly extraordinary!"
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Suddenly, Lin Fan and Jin Chan moved simultaneously, charging at each other with astonishing speed, leaving trails of afterimages like twin rainbows.
Boom!
Fist met palm, sparking lightning and thunder, shaking the heavens and earth.
This was merely a probing strike, yet its shockwave caused the nearest spectators to crack under the pressure. Even those who activated protective treasures saw them shatter, sending them flying. The scene was chilling.
"Such a strong physique, not inferior to my Indestructible Diamond Body," Jin Chan remarked, a rare acknowledgment.
In the Three Thousand Prefectures, who didn't know the Western Sect's physical prowess was unmatched? Few could rival it, a rarity akin to phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
Especially for a successor like Jin Chan, tempered from youth in Diamond Liquid and trained in complementary secret arts, his body had reached an extraordinary level of strength. Few dared to clash with him physically.
Yet today, he had met someone whose physique matched his own.
"Let's go again," Lin Fan said, his expression grave. This was a formidable opponent, worthy of serious respect.
With that, he moved like a celestial dragon, stepping through the void. His fist roared toward Jin Chan, radiating pure yang energy, his body blazing with light, exuding an unstoppable, supreme dominance.
"Bring it!" Jin Chan leaped into the air, neither dodging nor using treasures. He raised his fist to meet the blow, engaging in a direct physical clash.
Boom!
In an instant, their collision erupted like a blinding sun, countless rays of light forming a river of starlight, surging in all directions.
This clash was even fiercer than before. In a mere moment, ferocious winds swept through, hurling massive boulders and collapsing the ground.
The spectators, believing they'd retreated far enough, were still caught by the gusts, stumbling and falling in droves.
"Retreat!"
The crowd was horrified. Was this the physique of someone in the Spirit Transformation Realm? It defied reason. An ordinary cultivator would shatter under such a blow.
Simultaneously, the blazing light swept outward like a solar storm, carving a massive chasm in the earth.
Nearby mountains vanished entirely, obliterated into dust by the fist's shockwave.
Even Heaven Mending City's grand formation trembled, automatically activating a protective light curtain to envelop the city.
Moments later, the golden light dissipated. The two stood apart, locking eyes once more. Beneath their feet, the ground was riddled with spiderweb-like cracks, the aftermath of their clash.
This strike was a draw!
Lin Fan's face was impassive, but his heart stirred. Though he hadn't reached the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm, his physical talent allowed him to surpass others at this stage.
Who could've predicted his opponent's physique would be equally exceptional, reaching an astonishing level?
"Junior Brother, are you alright?" Yue Chan approached, standing beside Lin Fan.
Lin Fan shook his head, remaining vigilant. A purely physical battle would be grueling, with no quick resolution.
"Junior Brother, don't worry. You're only at the mid-stage of Spirit Transformation, and so young, far from reaching perfection. He's already advanced to a higher realm. In a same-realm fight, he'd be no match for you. Besides, I've sent for the Immortal Palace heir to aid us. There's no need to fight him head-on," Yue Chan transmitted, gently tugging his sleeve, concerned this battle might shake his confidence.
"Senior Sister, you still don't understand me…" Lin Fan replied softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
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