Chapter 21: Next, It's Your Turn

“What? The Patriarch Ji actually lost?”
Witnessing Ji Yuntian gravely wounded by a single strike, everyone was stunned, unable to believe their eyes.
The three patriarchs’ strengths were evenly matched, all stuck at the ninth tier of the Myriad Phenomena Realm.
Moreover, Jun Zhantian had previously been poisoned.
Even though the poison was now dispelled, his strength should still have been affected.
How could the outcome turn out like this?
“You’ve broken through to the Divine Sea Realm!”
Ji Yuntian clutched his chest, his face filled with horror as he gazed at Jun Zhantian.
Divine Sea Realm!
Ji Yuntian’s words sent shockwaves through the entire crowd.
“The Patriarch Jun broke through at this critical moment? How is that possible!”
“No wonder Patriarch Jun was so confident—he had such a trump card.”
“The three patriarchs have been stuck at the ninth tier of the Myriad Phenomena Realm for years. How could Patriarch Jun break through now? Is there something unknown to outsiders at play?”
The crowd was in an uproar, all astounded by this turn of events.
Meanwhile, Ye Tiande and Xu Huanhu were both gaping in disbelief.
“This is wonderful! The Patriarch is going to win!”
Lin Mengyao swung her delicate fists, utterly exhilarated.
Beside her, Jun Wushuang remained calm, his expression serene.
Everything was unfolding as he had anticipated.
As long as Xu Huanhu did not intervene, neither Ji Yuntian nor Ye Tiande alone could possibly defeat his father.
Today’s arena duel would be a certain victory.
“Spirit Tide!”
On the arena.
Jun Zhantian, having landed his blow, did not pause.
His eyes suddenly gleamed, shining like two dazzling bulbs that none dared look directly at.
Invisible waves of spiritual energy surged forth, transforming into a tempest that crashed toward Ji Yuntian.
Man wounded, tiger with killing intent.
Ji Yuntian aimed to kill Jun Zhantian in the duel, while Jun Zhantian seized this opportunity to tear Ji Yuntian apart and settle a longstanding grudge.
“Not good!”
Sensing the invisible spiritual assault, Ji Yuntian’s face changed dramatically as he retreated rapidly.
He was only at the Myriad Phenomena Realm, had not opened his Sea of Consciousness, and lacked spiritual power—he could not withstand this tidal wave.
If struck, he would be left dizzy and helpless, at the mercy of his opponent.
But the arena was only so large; where could he possibly escape?
Thud.
Ji Yuntian groaned, blood trickling from his mouth and nose, his head spinning as though struck by an invisible hammer, unbearably uncomfortable.
Yet he knew he could not stop; otherwise, Jun Zhantian’s terrifying attack would end him.

“Kill!”
Ji Yuntian suddenly roared in fury.
His voice drowned out all noise, shaking the earth as if a mighty tiger were howling.
In that instant, the entire arena trembled, barely dispersing Jun Zhantian’s spiritual force.
Amid the roar, Ji Yuntian’s face grew distorted.
His previously cold, snake-like eyes now blazed, red as those of a wounded lion.
A violent aura of slaughter erupted from Ji Yuntian, surging like a tidal wave toward Jun Zhantian.
Its ferocity left the onlookers rigid and chilled to the bone.
It was as if they were witnessing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood—utterly terrifying.
“Jun Zhantian, so what if you’ve broken through? Today, I must kill you!”
Ji Yuntian raised his spear, his roar shaking the heavens.
He charged forward like an arrow loosed from the string, aiming to slay Jun Zhantian.
“Profound-level advanced martial art: Bloody Meteor!”
The previous spear was Ji Yuntian’s all-out effort.
This thrust, he gambled his life.
He must win this battle!
A sharp whistle!
Ji Yuntian’s figure was drawn taut like a bow.
His spear transformed into a deadly arrow capable of piercing anything.
Blood stained the spear, spiritual energy boiled, horrific visions of corpse mountains and blood seas manifested behind him, making him appear as a god of slaughter on the battlefield.
The crowd below saw only a scarlet meteor streaking across the sky, tearing through the air and carrying fatal bloodlust toward Jun Zhantian.
“You must win!”
Ye Tiande clenched his fists, tense and anxious.
Xu Huanhu stared intently, spiritual energy circulating, ready to act.
The onlookers watched with burning eyes, anticipating the brilliance of this spear.
Lin Mengyao’s lovely face was taut with worry and anxiety.
Only Jun Wushuang, employing the Violet Demon Eyes, saw everything clearly.
“Old dog, are you prepared to risk your life? Pity that even if you do, you are no match for me.”
“This blade will send you to hell!”
Jun Zhantian’s gaze was contemptuous and domineering.
His Primal Infinite Technique activated, vast spiritual energy surging like the sea.
Renowned for its overwhelming spiritual force, Jun Zhantian, though not long in cultivation, possessed spiritual energy far superior in quality and quantity to peers of the same realm.
A punch from him carried the terrifying force of a hundred thousand pounds.
Now, wielding his battle blade and executing a martial art, his power soared to perhaps two hundred thousand pounds—splitting mountains and rivers was child’s play.
“Profound-level advanced martial art: Severing Mountains and Rivers!”

Jun Zhantian unleashed his blade.
Vast blade aura instantly enveloped the arena, shredding visions of corpse mountains and blood seas and transforming the entire world into a sea of blade energy.
The crowd’s faces changed, feeling the biting pain of the blade aura, forcing them to retreat.
Clang!
A piercing clash of metal echoed.
On the arena, Ji Yuntian’s spear shattered piece by piece, fragments flying everywhere.
Jun Zhantian’s battle blade continued unabated, cutting through all obstacles like a divine blade cleaving Mount Hua, and pressed straight toward Ji Yuntian’s face.
“What?”
Ji Yuntian’s face changed drastically; instead of advancing, he retreated, quickly fleeing to avoid the terrifying blade.
Retreating again and again.
But Jun Zhantian’s gaze was sharp, his blade ever keener, advancing relentlessly to slay Ji Yuntian.
“I admit defeat!”
Ji Yuntian felt death approaching, as if he saw the Reaper.
Fear gripped his heart; he dared not fight further and immediately withdrew from the arena, shouting his surrender.
Yet Jun Zhantian had no intention of letting him go.
The boundless blade aura surged, blinding Ji Yuntian.
If struck, Ji Yuntian would surely die.
Clang!
At that moment, a long spear whistled through the air like a raging dragon, striking the battle blade and halting Jun Zhantian’s attack.
Xu Huanhu appeared before Ji Yuntian, rescuing him.
“Patriarch Ji has already conceded; by the rules, you may not strike him further!”
Ji Yuntian was Ji Qingchen’s father; Xu Huanhu could not stand by and watch him be killed.
Moreover, since Ji Yuntian had conceded, Xu’s intervention did not violate the rules.
“Old Ji, you may escape today, but you cannot avoid me forever. Sooner or later, I will cut you down myself!”
Jun Zhantian stared coldly at Ji Yuntian.
With Xu Huanhu present, he could not slay Ji Yuntian today.
But Ji Yuntian was gravely wounded; his days ahead would be harsh.
Ji Yuntian’s face was pale, but his eyes burned with overwhelming fury, locked onto Jun Zhantian.
Defeat at Jun Zhantian’s hands was a humiliation beyond measure.
Yet Jun Zhantian no longer spared him a glance.
Instead, he turned the blade’s point toward Ye Tiande.
“Ji’s defeat is settled. Next, it’s your turn!”