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Everyone understood that this was no longer a simple act of revenge.
This is a trial.
A final, irreconcilable battle initiated by a living legend against a heretical sect that has existed for a thousand years!
The trial took place on the vast, boundless Ganbei grassland, a place that has witnessed countless lives, deaths, triumphs, and tribulations.
Chapter 193 One Palm Strikes Lu Jin
September, autumn is already deep.
The boundless grassland has long since lost its lush greenery of midsummer, and has donned a withered, desolate coat.
The sky was high and clear, a deep blue, with large clumps of white clouds stretched into various shapes by the long wind, casting huge, slowly moving shadows, like the indifferent gaze of a god upon the human world.
The wind is the sole master of this grassland.
It blows from the distant horizon, sweeping across the withered grass, making a "rustling" sound, like the whisper of the dead or the sigh of a vengeful spirit.
The wind carried a chilling, bone-deep scent.
Zhang Yunyuan stood alone on the edge of the grassland.
He did not use any means of transportation, but instead, in the most primitive way, step by step, walked from the bustling world into this desolate land that seemed to have been forgotten by the world.
He was still wearing that simple gray casual clothes, and he still looked like that handsome seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. With his hands in his pockets, he looked like a traveler who had wandered into this place by mistake.
But his calm eyes were deeper and more desolate than the autumn grassland.
On the distant horizon, several powerful and incomparable streams of Qi rose into the sky like smoke signals, rushing toward his location at an extremely fast speed.
Zhang Yunyuan's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.
However, it wasn't Gong Qing who came.
A moment later, ten figures appeared before him. Leading them were Lu Jin, Wang Ai, Lü Ci, Na Ruhu, and other powerful figures in the world of extraordinary individuals.
They didn't get too close; they just stood about a hundred meters away, each with a different expression.
There was apprehension, solemnity, and... anger.
The first to speak was Lu Jin, who had the most fiery temper.
His hair and beard stood on end as he pointed at Zhang Yunyuan, his voice booming like thunder across the vast grassland.
"Zhang Yunyuan!"
"You are the last disciple of the old Celestial Master and the junior brother of the current Tongtian Daoist!"
How dare you, out of personal grudges, openly challenge someone to a duel in broad daylight and indiscriminately kill innocent people!
Aren't you afraid of tarnishing Longhu Mountain's thousand-year-old reputation?!
"I'm here today because I can't let you continue to act so recklessly!"
Lu Jin's voice was filled with the upright and righteous rebuke and anger of a prestigious family.
As he raised his hand, a talismanic light flowed in his palm, and a powerful aura began to develop.
One of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, the Heavenly Talisman, is about to be unleashed!
However, he didn't finish his sentence.
Zhang Yunyuan's figure vanished before his eyes without warning.
Lu Jin's pupils contracted sharply, alarm bells rang in his mind, and almost instinctively he pushed his extraordinary cultivation to its limit, unleashing his protective Qi!
An ordinary-looking hand had pierced through all his defenses and lightly landed on his chest.
"puff--!"
Lu Jin felt an irresistible, terrifying force that seemed capable of turning the entire earth upside down explode within his body!
His protective qi, strong enough to withstand the force of a thousand pounds, was as fragile as paper in the face of this power and shattered instantly!
He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding train, and he spat out a mouthful of scalding blood.
He flew backward for more than ten meters and crashed heavily onto the grass, creating a shallow crater in the ground. He struggled for a few moments but was unable to get up immediately.
With just one palm strike, Lu Jin, one of the Ten Elders who had already reached the pinnacle of skill, was severely injured on the spot!
This horrifying scene left all the Ten Elders present, including Wang Ai and Lü Ci, utterly terrified!
They all took several steps back, their eyes filled with utter fear as they looked at Zhang Yunyuan.
What... what kind of terrifying being is this?!
Zhang Yunyuan's figure returned to the original spot, as if he had never moved.
He didn't even glance at the disheveled Lu Jin on the ground again, but instead turned his cold eyes to the old man he had once frightened away with a single palm strike. His voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling aura that pierced the heart.
"If the person standing in front of you now is Wugensheng, who wiped out your Sanyi Sect back then, would you still be able to remain calm?"
Lu Jin's body jolted violently. His face, contorted with pain, was instantly replaced by endless grief and deep-seated hatred. He opened his mouth, but could not utter a single word.
Zhang Yunyuan didn't give him a chance to answer. He slowly swept his gaze over all the Ten Elders who were silent and trembling with fear.
The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. Every word seemed to carry the chill of ancient ice and an unquestionable resolve.
“I am Zhang Yunyuan. Ever since I was rescued by my master and brought to Longhu Mountain a hundred years ago, my third senior brother Tian Jinzhong has taken care of me the most, like a father and brother to me.”
"He died tragically at the hands of the villains of Quanxing today."
"I, Zhang Yunyuan, will turn this world of supernatural beings upside down and drag that scum named Gong Qing out of the ground and grind his bones to dust!"
His eyes erupted with a monstrous killing intent that materialized into a tangible form. The intensity of that killing intent seemed to freeze the surrounding air, even stopping the sound of the wind.
"Today, anyone who dares to stop me will suffer the same fate as Gong Qing!"
"Let me reiterate: today I, Zhang Yunyuan, am solely responsible for what I did. It has absolutely nothing to do with my senior brother Zhang Zhiwei or the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain."
He looked at the faces that had turned deathly pale with fear, and a cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"The reason is very simple."
"A life for a life" is an age-old principle.
"In the world of supernatural beings, if anyone thinks I, Zhang Yunyuan, have done something wrong, they are welcome to stand up and reason with me!"
The entire grassland fell into a deathly silence.
All the Ten Elders present, these powerful figures who could turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist, were now speechless, none of them daring to meet his gaze.
Trying to reason with someone who can severely injure Lu Jin with a single palm strike, or someone who has lived for over a hundred years and is no longer outside the Three Realms or the Five Elements?
Zhang Yunyuan ignored them, slowly turned around, and strode into the vast and boundless grassland.
His silhouette, stretched long and lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun, was silhouetted against the backdrop of the setting sun.
Yet it also carries an absolute domineering and resolute air of looking down upon the world, making even gods and demons retreat.
Chapter 194 Bloodbath on the Grasslands, Demon Beheaded
Zhang Yunyuan stepped into the depths of the grassland. His simple gray casual clothes, against the backdrop of the withered and desolate sea of grass, appeared particularly thin, yet they were like a sharp sword piercing the sky, its sharpness restrained, pointing straight to the heavens.
Behind him, Lu Jin, Wang Ai, Lü Ci, and the other members of the Ten Elders had solemn expressions and ultimately dared not take another step forward.
These beings, who could turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist, could only watch helplessly as that excessively young figure walked step by step into the trap that had already been laid.
They felt a mix of emotions, including fear of the overwhelming killing intent and a sense of powerlessness at being completely abandoned by the times.
The long winds of the grassland howled past, swirling up withered grass and dust, making a mournful sound, as if playing a sad prelude to the impending bloody feast.
The chilling atmosphere had become so intense that it had become tangible.
Zhang Yunyuan stopped in his tracks.
He stood quietly in the middle of the grassy sea, like an ancient and unchanging statue, blending into this vast天地 (heaven and earth).
Moments later, something unexpected happened!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Several powerful and unparalleled auras suddenly rose into the sky from beneath the seemingly calm sea of grass in the distance!
That aura was cold, violent, and filled with undisguised malice and madness. It was the top expert of the Quanxing Sect who had been waiting for a long time and had already merged his aura with this land!
The three leading auras were particularly prominent.
It was a sinister and eerie creature, seemingly capable of penetrating one's very soul, sending chills down one's spine.
One path, fierce and domineering, filled with the pure, battle-born will of a warrior.
There are also six other paths, which, although slightly inferior when considered individually, intertwine with each other, subtly forming a powerful killing array that draws upon the surrounding天地气 (heaven and earth energy) to create a suffocating domain.
The Three Corpses are engulfing your chambers!
Ding Shian, the ultimate master of Quanxing!
And, the infamous Six Thieves of Quanxing!
They didn't believe that there was truly an existence in this world capable of single-handedly opposing the entire Quanxing sect.
They were even less inclined to believe that the boy, who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, could be the legendary old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.
Today, they will join forces to shatter this myth in the most direct and cruel way!
With a hoarse shout, it was the Three Corpses Tu Junfang who launched the first attack!
He concealed himself beneath the sea of grass, not revealing himself, but instead pushed his Three Corpses Technique, which he had cultivated for decades, to its limit!
The invisible and intangible yet extremely vicious soul attack transformed into three pitch-black corpse worms, invisible to the naked eye. Ignoring the distance in space, they instantly burrowed into Zhang Yunyuan's three vital acupoints: the center of his forehead, Baihui (GV20), and Tanzhong (CV17).
This move is extremely vicious, specifically targeting a person's three souls and seven spirits.
Those who are affected will suffer minor damage to their soul and become mentally impaired; in severe cases, their three souls will leave their bodies, causing them to die on the spot without even the chance of reincarnation!
However, just as the three pitch-black corpse worms were about to touch Zhang Yunyuan's body...
Zhang Yunyuan didn't even lift his eyelids.
A terrifying pressure, as vast as the universe and as boundless as the sea of stars, erupted from Zhang Yunyuan's body, and the air around him instantly solidified like iron!
Those three soul-devouring corpse worms didn't even have the chance to struggle; they were like three mosquitoes hitting an alloy steel plate!