Chapter Ninety-Seven: With Just One Breath

  Several disciples of Xu Fang's lineage quickly ran over and carried the unconscious Zheng Yi off the stage, probably for a very long time, no one would be able to recognize Zheng Yi's true face.

  Xia Chen strode back to the sidelines and sat down, the surrounding post-heaven sixth-grade disciples subconsciously keeping their distance from him, fearing they would provoke this jinx.

  "The thirty-third match, number thirty-two Xia Chen wins!" Li Chen Dong also let out a sigh of relief.

  "Next, he read out: 'The thirty-fourth round of competition, number 32 Xia Chen, number 16 Xue Fan enter the stage!'"

  This is the last match of the six trials after tomorrow. Originally, Zheng Yi was eliminated, and Xia Chen and Xue Fan had already entered the selection list. However, only after selecting the strongest one from the six trials can they continue to compete for a higher realm disciple.

  "I give up, I admit defeat!" Xue Fan cried out with a pale face.

  Kidding, even Zheng Yi, who witnessed the six-peak pinnacle with his own eyes, was beaten into this grandma-like state. How dare he still compare himself to Xia Chen?

  "The thirty-fourth match, number thirty-two Xia Chen wins." Li Chen Dong sighed and thought to himself that pairing Xia Chen with the Sixth Junior Brother for a trial was a mistake. This kid had been hiding his true strength, how treacherous!

  Xia Chen's expression was calm and serene, as if he had expected this outcome all along.

  Everyone took a short break, and then began the competition for the Seven Heavenly Disciples. With the pressure of elimination gone, the selection process became much more relaxed, and they didn't have to fight so desperately against each other.

  Although there was no competitive pressure, after all, it was in front of the entire sect. If they lost, they would still lose face, so these seven postnatal disciples also perked up and fought with all their might, hoping to win applause from the crowd.

  The seventh trial of the day after tomorrow is naturally more wonderful than the sixth trial of the day after tomorrow, and the disciples on the watchtower also have their own idols, and the cheers are endless, and the scene is extraordinary.

  The gods' repairmen are not completely relaxed, and the disciples above the sixth grade of the secular world are all taught by them in person. Although it is a competition between disciples, it is also a contest between masters.

  If someone's disciple wins, they will naturally be over the moon with pride, while if their disciple loses, their face will also look very unsightly.

  "The 42nd round of competition, No. 32 Xia Chen, No. 7 Yu Xiu Lian on stage." Suddenly, Li Chen Dong's voice rang out.

  The platform suddenly erupted in a warm and enthusiastic voice, after seeing Xia Chen's impressive performance, beating Zheng Yi into a pig head three times. Not only the new disciples but also other disciples regarded Xia Chen as an idol, with a popularity that surpassed any of the previous post-heavenly seven-grade disciples.

  Xia Chen stood up quietly and walked into the arena, no one could tell what he was thinking in his heart.

  "You little mongrel, you dare to pretend, today I'll make sure you die without a burial place!" Yu Xiulian also stood up, staring at Xia Chen, with an unprecedented fierce killing intent in her heart.

  "Xiu Lian, he has been hiding his true strength, and might also be a Seventh Heaven cultivator. Do you have confidence in defeating him?" Wu Feng's eyes gleamed with intensity.

  "Give me a moment and I'll be done!" Yu Xiulian said coldly, but also didn't say it as originally planned, just one breath would be enough to kill Xia Chen.

  "You'd better keep going, ant, and let me end your life with my own hands." Fang Ziqing didn't say a word, but just stared at Xia Chen, the killing intent in his eyes growing stronger.

  It seemed as if he had sensed her gaze, and Xia Chen suddenly turned his head around, smiled coldly, and moved his lips.

  Fang Ziqing's face suddenly froze, although she didn't hear anything, but as if her heart had a sudden understanding, she suddenly knew what Xia Chen said were two words: Cheap woman!

  "The match is about to begin." Li Chen Dong announced as Yu Xiulian walked into the arena.

  "Xia Chen, I didn't expect you to make it this far, but that's as far as you'll go. Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I will return to you a hundredfold what Zheng Shidi has suffered." Yu Xiulian said coldly.

  "Huh? Didn't you say one breath could kill me? How did it become one incense stick? You have so little confidence in yourself?" Xia Chen said calmly.

  Yu Xiulian's face changed, revealing an expression of disbelief. She spoke in a very low voice, and except for Fang Ziqing, Wu Feng, and a few others, no one else could have heard her. So how did Xia Chen know?

  Has this person's cultivation reached a terrifying level? Yu Xiulian suddenly felt a deep chill, and her confidence in killing Xia Chen suddenly vanished, replaced by a sudden surge of fear.

  "Of course, with a useless piece of trash like you, it's only natural that I wouldn't have any confidence in you. It's not that you're too bad, but rather that I'm too strong. Do you believe me? I can take care of you in just one breath." Xia Chen sneered, using his overwhelmingly powerful language to brutally suppress Yu Xiulian.

  A master's move is not just a test of strength, but also a psychological battle. If either side weakens their momentum, even with superior skills, it's hard to bring them into play. Xia Chen has gone through life and death, and has gained insight into the importance of momentum in mental warfare.

  Everyone looked at Xia Chen with a surprised face, thinking that this kid thought he was invincible after defeating Zheng Yi?

  To know that, Post-Heaven Seven Layers and Post-Heaven Six Layers are absolutely not the same concept. The peak of Post-Heaven Seven Layers can also instantly kill Post-Heaven Six Layers.

  "Do you believe me? You little bastard, joke! Yu Xiulian after all is a seven-level old disciple of the later day, and will not be subject to Xia Chen's simple two sentences suppression, coldly said, "If you can solve me in one breath, unless it's a miracle."

  Xia Chen slowly walked up to her, his face expressionless as he said: "I know you won't believe me, but don't worry, people like you and Zheng Yi are usually only aware of how stupid they are when death is imminent. I just want to make you understand the enormous gap between us."

  Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock!

  A low, powerful pulsing sound emanated from his body, Xia Chen no longer held back his strength, and the aura of the Seventh Heaven's Sevenfold rose wildly, the air around him crackling with energy. Even in the corners of the viewing platform, one could feel that bone-chilling, terrifying pressure.

  What! Everyone's face changed color.

  "Heavens! Is this the Post-Heaven Seventh Realm? How is that possible... What kind of Post-Heaven Seventh Realm can have such a powerful aura?"

  "Is this really the pulse of a Houtian Seventh Rank cultivator? But why does his pulse sound different from other Houtian Seventh Rank disciples?"

  "It's not the same! Xia Chen's pulse is like a heavy drumbeat, powerful and overwhelming, listening to it makes one's blood boil, the other seven disciples of Hou Tian are far from being so powerful, the difference is too great."

  "What kind of cultivation realm is this, I've never seen anything like it before. Compared to the disciples of other cultivation realms, he's simply a child, no, an infant!"

  On the platform, all the disciples exclaimed in surprise.

  "Impossible! The Seventh Heaven's power can't be this strong!" Almost all the disciples of the Seventh Heaven's cultivation were about to howl, staring at Xia Chen with dead eyes.

  "He's only a Seventh-Order cultivator, how can he be so strong? It's even terrifying just to look at him!" Wu Feng's face was twisted in shock, and he stood up straight.

  Fang Ziqing also stood up, her face unchanged, but her fists clenched unconsciously: "Ants, you're very good... the stronger you are, the more I want to trample you under my feet."

  The crowd of onlookers were also stunned, their faces filled with incredulous expressions.

  "Great!" War Empty Dust was both shocked and delighted, "Junior Brother Han, you've really taught a good disciple! In just half a year, he's reached the Seventh Heaven of Post-Heaven, and what a powerful Seventh Heaven it is! Heh heh, our Zhengyuan Sect has finally produced a genius!"

  Han Dongyu gazed at Xia Chen in silence, his eyes revealing an extremely fiery color. After a brief moment, he smiled faintly: "Of course, since Xia Chen is the sacred body of Gu Yuan and was personally trained by me, how could he be ordinary?"

  Other cultivators of the Divine Path looked at him with envy and jealousy, thinking to themselves: "Just you wait and see, what's so special about Gu Yuan's Sacred Body..."

  But Xia Chen's strength is a fact, and although everyone is jealous to the point of madness, they can't help it.

  Yue Zifeng and Xu Fang were trembling all over, staring at each other in dismay, their eyes filled with deep worry. For a moment, the two of them had the same thought in mind: it's only been half a year, and Xia Chen has grown to such an extent, who knows, maybe three years later, he will really enter the Divine Realm...

  "Xia Chen, it seems that Sister doesn't have to wait any longer, hehe... You really surprised me." Chen Qiushui gazed deeply at Xia Chen, her mouth curving into a beautiful arc, as if she had made an important decision.

  Yu Xiulian felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave, her whole body chilled to the bone. As she watched Xia Chen approach, it was as if she was watching the sky collapse and the earth shatter, the end of the world. Her heart sank to the bottom of a valley.

  "Yu Xiulian, you said I couldn't solve you in one breath! Didn't you say a miracle was coming?" Xia Chen sneered, his aura bursting to the extreme, like raging waves, even making Yu Xiulian unable to breathe.

  Yu Xiulian retreated continuously, she was also a post-heavenly sevenfold, but was forced by Xia Chen's momentum, and for a time, she couldn't even raise the intention to resist.

  Xia Chen stepped closer, his presence as overwhelming as a giant descending from the sky. He said calmly, "Yu Xiulian, you've really disappointed me. Just a few months ago, I was only at the third level of post-heaven cultivation, and you were already quite mediocre. I didn't expect that even now, you're still so... unimpressive. Perhaps I should let you go back to bed for a few more months, and then maybe you'll make some progress?"

  The power in his hand was accumulating continuously, the Tongtian Palm Technique was activated, and a fatal blow was being condensed.

  "Xiulian, you are also a Seventh-Order cultivator of the Post-Heaven realm. Don't tarnish Master's reputation." Yue Zifeng said sternly.

  Yu Xiulian's body shook, and she finally stopped in her tracks. Her face changed colors: "Xia Chen, is there any point in saying these useless words? Even if you're incredibly powerful, it's impossible for you to defeat me in one breath. Go ahead and try!"

  Her face suddenly turned stern, her five fingers bursting with a powerful aura, like a giant eagle spreading its wings and swooping down, covering the sky and earth, fiercely clawing at Xia Chen. In that instant, the impact was so great that everyone's eyes involuntarily blinked.

  "Hawk's Claw!" Yu Xiulian's sharp voice pierced through the sky.

  What greeted her was Xia Chen's palm, an ordinary palm.

  But in Xiulian's eyes, this palm suddenly turned into a wall, then into a mountain, and finally into the entire world.

  Tongtian Palm Method First Move, The World in My Hand!

  The scenery around her seemed to have all disappeared, only this palm was heavily pressed down, that fierce gust of wind, as if it wanted to crush her into a pulp.

  "No!" Yu Xiulian let out a deep, terrified cry, and in an instant felt as if she had fallen into an abyss.

  Xia Chen's palm carried a withered and rotten power, like breaking bamboo, crushing the hunting eagle's claw, then rushing forward in a frenzy, heavily hitting Yu Xiulian's chest.

  Bang! Yu Xiulian flew up like a kite with broken strings, heavily falling to the outside of the court, fresh blood continuously flowing out from her mouth, motionless, completely knocked unconscious.

  "I said it can be solved with just one move, and that's all it takes!" Xia Chen said calmly, walking back down to the field.