Chapter 319: Shentu Jue's Confidence, A Blow That Shakes All
At the peak of the towering mountain, the lush greenery surrounded a winding stone path that led deep into a secluded plaza.
At the far end of the plaza stood a massive, nine-story-tall greenstone tower, nearly a hundred zhang high.
Ancient patterns, seemingly formed by nature itself, were faintly carved into the surface of the stone tower. A primordial and desolate aura radiated quietly from it, making the entire area feel weighty and boundless.
In front of this tower sat a solitary figure, motionless like a meditating monk.
The man wore a plain gray robe, his bald head shining under the sun like a lamp. Despite his humble appearance, his face was rather handsome and composed.
There were no energy fluctuations around him—he looked just like an ordinary man.
But only those who knew him understood that beneath that calm face lay the fury of a true Asura King.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the sound of wind tearing through the air echoed as a figure swiftly approached and landed before the seated man.
The newcomer was a young disciple of the Shentu Clan. He looked upon the figure before the tower with great reverence and spoke respectfully:
"Brother Shentu, there's been a development in the Martial Meet. The elders sent me to inform you."
This bald man was none other than the legendary "Iron Asura" of the Shentu Clan—Shentu Jue, the undisputed number one of the clan's younger generation.
"Oh? Which clan won?" Shentu Jue asked casually, his expression unreadable.
"No winner yet. The Gu Clan brought a very powerful external aid. He's initiated the Shura Mode challenge," the disciple reported respectfully.
"Someone's attempting Shura Mode?" Shentu Jue's previously unshaken face finally shifted, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.
"Tell the elders I'll secure the Desolate Tower. The Desolate Aura within is crucial to my cultivation of the Asura Physique. If I can enter again, even those two won't be a concern next time."
"Yes!"
The disciple bowed deeply, then rushed back toward the Martial Meet arena.
…
Back on the arena platform atop Martial Meet Mountain, Lin Fan now stood face to face with the three Wei Clan challengers.
"How many rounds do you think you can last against the three of us?" Wei Zhen sneered, his hand slowly gripping the hilt of the enormous blade on his back.
"That's a question you should be asking yourselves," Lin Fan replied calmly, shaking his head.
"Arrogant fool. Where do you even get such confidence from?!" Wei Zhen's eyes narrowed, his tone ice cold.
"No more talking. Let's begin." Lin Fan smiled faintly. As his fingers began forming seals, the air behind him suddenly tore open—
A massive, ancient shadow emerged, piercing through space and manifesting over the arena.
"Great Desolate Heaven-Imprisoning Hand!"
A colossal palm, a thousand zhang wide, suddenly materialized in the sky, rolling with terrifying might as it crashed down toward the three Wei Clan fighters—Wei Zhen, Chen Luo, and Wei Li.
RUMBLE!!!
As the ancient palm descended, the sky shook violently, and the overwhelming wave of Yuan Power distorted space itself.
Crack, crack, crack!
Before the giant hand even reached the ground, the sheer force of it shattered the stone platform, sending fractures racing in all directions.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Spectators around the square panicked, their faces paling as they fled in all directions to avoid being swept away by the terrifying shockwaves.
"So powerful!"
"That aura… it's the Perfect Life Xuan Stage!"
"Lin Fan… he's already reached the Perfect Life Xuan Stage?! That's insane!"
"If it's true, then the Wei trio is done for! Lin Fan might become the next Shura Mode legend!"
…
Countless people stared at Lin Fan in stunned disbelief.
At his age, to already be at the Perfect Life Xuan Stage—that was monstrous.
While the Wei trio were strong, none of them had even reached Great Mastery. How could they possibly stand against this?
All eyes turned toward the three Wei Clan fighters.
Their faces showed deep shock at Lin Fan's overwhelming strength.
"He's bluffing. I don't believe he's actually that strong!" Wei Zhen snarled through clenched teeth. He looked to Chen Luo, whose expression was equally dark. "Brother Chen Luo, let's go all out. Break through this illusion of his!"
Chen Luo hesitated for a moment, then nodded grimly.
He didn't want to believe it either. How could someone Lin Fan's age be at the same level as his master, who had only recently broken through to the Perfect Life Xuan Stage?
The two exchanged looks, and then both revealed killing intent.
Wei Zhen drew his massive blade. Chen Luo raised his black spear. Two vast auras erupted from their bodies at once.
Wooooooo…
Their combined Yuan Power twisted into a storm around them, screeching as it tore through the air.
Wei Li, too, clenched his teeth and unleashed his full strength.
Though he was clearly weaker than the other two, he was still at the peak of Minor Mastery—his power was formidable in its own right.
They all knew one thing: no matter whether Lin Fan was bluffing or not—they had no choice but to fight back.
Because that enormous hand in the sky was crashing down on them, fast and merciless.
"Lin Fan! I'll shatter your illusions and expose your true strength!" Wei Zhen roared, clenching his blade as a sharp gleam flared in his eyes.
His wild Yuan Power formed into a phantom of a mountain in the air.
At its center was a peak shaped like a massive blade, bursting with a destructive edge that looked capable of slicing through space itself.
Wooooooo…
Compared to Wei Zhen's raw, domineering style, Chen Luo's power was cold and sinister. Wisps of black-gray energy swirled around him, crawling along the length of his black spear like ghostly wraiths.
The air filled with ghostly wails—an ominous, terrifying presence.
The onlookers watched the trio unleash their might with grim faces.
If their opponent weren't Lin Fan, very few present would be able to withstand such a combined attack.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
In the next instant, the combined strikes of Wei Zhen, Chen Luo, and Wei Li clashed head-on with the descending ancient giant palm—
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