In recent times, Zhou Xuan's cultivation speed has increased significantly.
He had already broken through the late stage of the Creation Realm, ascending directly to the mid-stage of Transcendence.
The agreed-upon date for the Dragon Ridge Ruins was also fast approaching.
He had now advanced two stages consecutively.
This progress had already earned him praise from Boss Huang for his extraordinary talent.
Moreover, he was facing an expert at the early stage of the Saint Realm. Wasn't that just a slight step above him?
He, Zhou Xuan, had always enjoyed challenging the impossible!
"Come on! Whoever flinches is a puppy! If I dare to take a step back, I'll give you this Qingluan!"
"Hahaha, good, you said it yourself!"
These words struck Qin Huaiyu right in the heart.
As soon as the words fell, Jiao Yun let out a fierce roar and charged at Zhou Xuan, his fists like iron hammers, carrying a terrifying gust of wind, aiming directly for Zhou Xuan's chest.
Zhou Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the golden Supreme Yang True Qi surged from his body, meeting the attack with his palms.
*Boom!*
Their palms collided, and Jiao Yun felt a numbing sensation in his tiger's mouth, his entire arm aching faintly, clearly having been shaken and injured.
A deep look of shock flickered in his eyes. He hadn't expected Zhou Xuan to possess such formidable physical strength.
He was only at the Transcendence Realm, after all.
He was a higher level than Zhou Xuan, this was impossible!
Jiao Yun gritted his teeth and lunged again, his speed becoming increasingly rapid. His fists were like lightning, continuous and ferociously relentless, each punch unleashing a terrifying surge of energy, as if tearing through the air.
Everyone's hearts tightened.
They whispered amongst themselves, believing the Qin family was bullying them with their influence.
But now, no one dared to speak out against the Qin family.
Zhou Xuan's expression remained unchanged. His fists met Jiao Yun's onslaught repeatedly, without the slightest carelessness. He knew Jiao Yun's cultivation had reached the peak of the early Saint Realm, just one step away from the Half-Saint Realm.
"Haha, Zhou Xuan, oh Zhou Xuan, I didn't expect your physical strength to be quite good, but what good is that?"
Jiao Yun laughed wildly, a look of disdain on his face. "Today, let's see how long you can last!"
"You can't possibly fight across realms!"
As soon as his voice fell, a huge rock suddenly smashed in front of Jiao Yun, causing him to freeze for a moment. He quickly retracted his hand and retreated several steps.
"It seems you're not all that great either."
Zhou Xuan raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue.
Jiao Yun's eyes narrowed, killing intent surging.
As soon as his voice ended, his aura erupted, instantly reaching the peak of the Saint Realm. At the same time, a terrifying pressure swept out in all directions, making the surrounding space seem to become heavy.
Zhou Xuan's expression turned solemn. Although he knew the opponent's combat power was strong, he hadn't expected it to be this formidable. Just a single provocative sentence could cause such a change in the surrounding space.
With the assistance of his Mustard Seed Space, Zhou Xuan had an extremely profound understanding of comprehending laws. He believed that as long as he wished, he might be able to suppress the opponent.
Jiao Yun, seeing Zhou Xuan's calm expression, couldn't help but feel enraged. He was a peak Saint Realm expert, yet he couldn't even match a junior. This was utterly humiliating!
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he suddenly took a step forward, terrifying True Essence power gathering madly within his body.
"Die!"
Jiao Yun roared and punched towards Zhou Xuan.
This punch contained all his strength, enough to destroy anything.
Zhou Xuan met it without yielding. The two astonishing forces collided, instantly triggering a violent fluctuation. A terrifying shockwave swept out, causing the surrounding crowd to retreat.
Seeing Zhou Xuan repelled, Jiao Yun became even more triumphant.
A dense black mist emanated from his body, his entire form seemingly enveloped by a devil.
"I will tear your flesh apart and extract your soul!"
His eyes were ferocious and sinister, his entire being surging with intense killing intent and terrifying aura.
*Boom!*
Jiao Yun thrust both arms forward, two claw-like wisps of black as ink tearing through the air, carrying sharp gusts of wind, and grasping directly at Zhou Xuan.
These two claw attacks contained extremely terrifying destructive power. If they struck, Zhou Xuan would undoubtedly suffer severe injuries.
Zhou Xuan stood rooted to the spot, his eyes slightly closed, appearing to let Jiao Yun attack.
Seeing this, a cruel cold smile curled the corner of Jiao Yun's lips. "You insignificant minnow, have you finally surrendered? Hahaha..."
Zhou Xuan still did not open his eyes, but he slowly extended his right hand and lightly clenched it.
Instantly, the expression on Jiao Yun's face froze. He found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from Zhou Xuan's grasp.
"Wh-what's going on?" Jiao Yun was utterly horrified. He discovered that his palm was completely trapped within Zhou Xuan's palm, making it difficult to pull out.
He was terrified and quickly circulated his spiritual energy, attempting to escape from Zhou Xuan's hand. However, at this moment, Zhou Xuan's palm suddenly increased its force, tightly binding Jiao Yun's body.
He suddenly found that half of his body had become faintly transparent!
This was the spatial law that Zhou Xuan himself had grasped!
The Mustard Seed Space was a manifestation of spatial power, a rift in time and space. He held the person tightly, half within reality, half within the void.
But Jiao Yun, foolishly, thought he was about to dissipate.
No one could tell that there was an issue with the ring on Zhou Xuan's body.
They only thought Zhou Xuan had played some trick.
"No... impossible... you're just a tiny ant, how could you..." Jiao Yun's voice was hoarse and desperate.
Zhou Xuan said calmly, "I don't care who you are. Even if you are a Heavenly God Realm expert, I am not afraid."
"Hahahaha! Little ant, you are too naive! Do you think you can deal with me with your meager strength? You are too naive!" Jiao Yun roared with laughter.
Zhou Xuan snorted coldly. He didn't want to waste any more words with him and directly unleashed his spatial law.
*Rumble!*
Jiao Yun's entire body was sent flying into the distance.
Zhou Xuan snorted coldly and continued to urge his spiritual power.
*Rumble*!
Once again, Jiao Yun's body slammed heavily onto the ground.
"No, I'm not reconciled! You lowly little fellow, how could you possibly kill me? You can't kill me at all..." Jiao Yun struggled frantically.
Zhou Xuan did not reply to his words.
*Tear!*
The sound of fabric tearing came from Jiao Yun's body, followed by a piercing scream: "Ah... it hurts, it hurts so much! Little ant, I curse you, I curse you... may you never be reborn... Ah..."
*Tear!*
All of Jiao Yun's clothes were shattered by Zhou Xuan's force. The man was utterly humiliated.
When Zhou Xuan stopped, he was astonished to find that he was still intact, only his dignity was lost.
Qin Huaiyu in the distance had a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Jiao Yun, still smug, thought Zhou Xuan had spared him.
As long as he was alive, he wasn't afraid of not having another chance to defeat Zhou Xuan.
However, sharp-eyed individuals had already noticed that half of his body seemed different.
No one dared to speak.
Zhou Xuan watched all of this indifferently. Only when Jiao Yun staggered back to the Qin family's formation did Zhou Xuan withdraw his spatial law and shift his gaze elsewhere.