Chapter Fifty-two: Beheading the Congregated Spirit

  Boom!

  A loud crash, Hong Yingquan and Zhou Heng each retreated more than ten steps. The golden light on Zhou Heng's hand had flashed by, his fists were intact and unscathed, without any signs of injury.

  Hong Yingquan was in a terrible state, his hands were twisted beyond recognition, and one of the bones on his right hand had pierced through the skin, with blood gushing out!

  What!

  Zhou Heng, in such a fierce and intense exchange, not only didn't fall behind, but instead injured Hong Yingquan.

  "Hmm!" Hong Yingquan stared at Zhou Heng for a while, then suddenly turned around and ran, but not down the mountain, instead towards the top!

  "Want to leave?" Zhou Heng's figure sprang out, his Flying Cloud Steps floating as he rushed after Hong Yingquan.

  "Kid, don't be too arrogant!" Hong Yingquan saw Zhou Heng rushing over and couldn't help but feel both angry and shocked. If he didn't turn back to fight, wouldn't that mean he was afraid of Zhou Heng? But if they clashed... hadn't he already lost?!

  "Joke, you've made three moves against me and still have the face to say I'm overdoing it!" Zhou Heng sneered, his body rapidly advancing with Flying Cloud Step. Although the speed boost wasn't much, his eight times larger than normal dantian space allowed him to have a spiritual power level similar to Hong Yingquan's when he first entered the Gathering Spirit Realm.

  Thus, under Fei Yun's rapid footsteps, his speed was even faster than Hong Yingquan!

  This scene made everyone dizzy and disoriented.

  As Zhou Heng closed in, Hong Yingquan had no choice but to turn around and defend himself. With a loud crash, the two exchanged blows, and Hong Yingquan's face changed color again - one of his finger bones was actually knocked out from his wrist!

  How strong is that young man's physical body?

  Hong Yingquan was shocked, his Ice Spirit Palm was not a top-notch martial skill, but it was at least mid-grade, how could its power be so weak?! Unless...

  "Bloodline power! Bloodline power!" He exclaimed in a loud voice, only the inheritance of bloodline power would be so strange, and there were even rumors that a warrior who relied on bloodline power to kill the third layer of Ling Tian had gathered spirits in one heaven!

  Invincible!

  Hong Yingquan didn't care about his face at this time, and hastily turned around to rush forward. The Master of the Valley and the Sect Master of Qingyun were still on the mountain, as long as he saw them, he would be safe! But would the two powerful beings allow a second being with Bloodline Power to appear in Jiuling Sect? Especially since this person had already advanced to the stage of Gathering Spirit Realm and could use Bloodline Power!

  Zhou Heng let out a loud whistle and fully deployed the Flying Cloud Step, chasing after Hong Yingquan with all his might. He continuously pounded Hong Yingquan with his metal fists.

  From the foot of the mountain to the top, it's only five or six miles away. Although it's a climb, in the eyes of the strong in the Spirit Gathering Realm, it's as if walking on flat ground, and at most one or two minutes can be rushed to. But this minute or two is what makes Hong Yingquan nervous, several times hovering between life and death.

  At last, a huge platform on the top of the mountain was in sight, only three or four hundred meters away from him.

  Hong Ying let out a sigh of relief, but his two palms were already completely mangled and bloody, almost every bone was shattered, the pain made him nearly faint.

  "You can't get away!" Zhou Heng chased after him.

  "Hey kid, don't get too cocky, there are people in this world who can take you down!" Hong Ying made a desperate sprint, but all he could do was argue back.

  "At least it's not you!" Zhou Heng's eyes closed and opened again, the sword intent of Ling Tian Jiu Shi surged forth, shaking towards Hong Yingquan.

  "Huh——" Hong Yingquan's body suddenly stagnated, he felt that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was rejecting him, causing his speed to slow down slightly.

  It's nothing in ordinary times, but now it's a matter of life and death. How can we afford to be so slow?

  Zhou Heng has already killed his way in!

  "You little brat, I'll take you down!" Hong Yingquan let out a furious roar and thrust his palms at Zhou Heng with great force.

  This is his life's culmination of skill in one strike, shocking heaven and earth!

  Zhou Heng advanced bravely, his divine consciousness sweeping away all obstacles. He seemed to be swimming in a sea of arrows, cleverly dodging Hong Yingquan's full palm strength and arriving right in front of him.

  His right fist shines with golden light as he unleashes a powerful blow!

  Hongying Quan streaked across the sky and fell towards the platform, but dropped down from a distance.

  He struggled to climb up, stretched out a bloody right hand, as if feeling for something, and shouted towards the platform: "Gu... Master..."

  He had just spoken two words when the muscles on his chest suddenly fell off in chunks, revealing a bloody skeleton, which then shattered instantly, and he collapsed to the ground, dead beyond all doubt.

  A powerful spiritual realm master died just like that!

  Zhou Heng didn't pay any attention and made a few more ups and downs with his body shape, already arriving on the platform.

  Only a hundred or so people were seen on the huge platform, divided into three distinct groups. Two of the groups had significantly fewer people, with only about ten in each group. Apparently, the two smaller groups should be the White Jade Valley and the Qingyun Sect.

  The platform's central area had two people fighting, because the fight was too intense, so no one noticed Zhou Heng and Hong Yingquan's battle. One of them was a man with a cold face, almost thirty years old, while his opponent was a young man under twenty, with a lazy look, surprisingly it was Jing Tian!

  This guy... has reached the peak of Body Refining at the 12th layer!

  With Zhou Heng's current eyesight, he could naturally see Ji Tian's cultivation with one glance, but the other party's progress speed also startled him!

  No wonder you can stir up the power of blood vessels in the Refining Body Realm!

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  The fierce battle on the field continued unabated. Two figures exchanged several blows in a flash, and Jing Tian retreated seven steps, calmly saying: "I lost!"

  He retreated to one side and immediately sat down cross-legged, it was unclear whether he was recovering his energy or nursing his wounds.

  "It's no wonder that you're a senior brother of the Qingyun Sect, I'm afraid you have already reached the half-step Jiling boundary?" A pale and thin old man in his fifties said, his eyes scanning over the young man who had defeated Jing Tian, then looking at Jing Tian, with a hint of softness flashing in his eyes.

  He was the Sect Master of Jiuling Sect, Lin Jianchen. Jing Tian had been taken in as his disciple early on, and now this disciple, although not a match for him, was already enough to bring him comfort.

  "Haha, but you've taken advantage of several years of hard work! However, Lin brother, this high disciple of yours is truly exceptional. To be able to exchange blows with the Red Dragon at the peak of the 12th layer of body refinement is no easy feat!" An old man wearing a cyan long robe laughed loudly as he said this, his sharp eyes scanning Jingtian with a hint of hidden killing intent.

  Qingyun Sect's leader is Pan Bu Yun.

  How could he not have a sense of awe, Jing Tian's talent had spread throughout Feng Yu City after the purple-robed woman's tea ceremony, but no one expected that this person would be able to advance from the tenth layer of body refinement to the peak of the twelfth layer in just over three months, such talent is simply encountered once in a thousand years!

  Jing Tian is indeed a freak, to think that Chi Long has already set one foot into the Gathering Spirit Realm and undergone several spiritual energy temperings, completely crushing any Refining Body Realm martial artist. Who would have thought it would take so long to barely gain the upper hand against Jing Tian!

  If such a genius were to be born in the White Jade Valley, then he would definitely be nurtured with all one's might and appear under the gate of the Jiuling Sect... Then there would only be erasing him at all costs.

  "Haha, both of you have taken in good disciples, it's just that I, myself, have yet to take in a disciple who meets my expectations!" Another elderly man dressed in brocade laughed and said, with a huge white jade flower embroidered on his back, who was none other than the master of White Jade Valley, Jin Tengyi.

  He glanced at Jing Tian, similarly unable to conceal his murderous aura.

  "Next, isn't it time to get down to business — huh!" Jin Tengyi suddenly stopped and quickly turned his head to look at Jing Tian.

  It's not just him, Lin Jiandun, Pan Bucyun, all the strong men in the Gathering Spirit Realm are looking at Jing Tian!

  "Actually got a breakthrough opportunity!" Zhou Heng secretly cursed, this Jing Tian's talent was simply monstrous to the extreme, and he had actually glimpsed the secrets of the Gathering Spirit Realm after fighting against a half-step Gathering Spirit strongman!

  "Zhou Heng?" A figure flashed over, and a faint scent wafted up to his nose. It was Lin Xiangxiang, the big sister. At this point, she had already reached the 11th layer of Body Refining, it seemed that after breaking through to the Blood Refining Realm, she also rose to fame overnight!

  Compared with Zhou Heng and Jing Tian, her originally astonishing cultivation speed suddenly became ordinary.

  "Really got you!" Lin Xiang turned around Zhou Heng twice, "How did you end up here? Come with me quickly, otherwise my dad will see such an unruly disciple and definitely punish you!"

  She didn't avoid suspicion either, pulling Zhou Heng to a corner and suddenly putting on a stern face: "You little brat, what about the sword I gave you?"

  Zhou Heng cursed under his breath, how did he run into this young lady again at the Jiuling Sect, and she directly asked about Frostbite Sword, which had been chopped into seven or eight pieces!

  "Let's go inside!" He hastily came up with an excuse.

  "Ah!" Lin Xiangxiang nodded, thinking for a moment. This kid hid her sword and didn't use it; wasn't that showing consideration for her? Otherwise, who would put away such a sharp treasure and not use it?

  She couldn't help but feel both shy and flustered as she thought that this little brat was really getting on her nerves, actually daring to confess his feelings to her in public!

  "This rascal, I wasn't mentally prepared at all, how can he be like this!" Her pretty face turned red with shame, she lowered her head and stomped her feet nonstop, completely unaware that Zhou Heng had already taken big strides towards the center of the platform.

  Suddenly, a young man under the age of twenty swaggered over, and everyone was shocked. When they saw that it was such an important occasion, they were furious, thinking how could this reckless guy rush over.

  "Master!" A figure flashed by, it was Baiyuan. He had to remind those outer sect disciples not to make any rash moves, and so he arrived much later.

  "How did you get here? Is the battle below over?" Lin Jianchen couldn't help but wonder.

  "Why are you the only one?" Jin Tengyi interrupted, thinking that since Baiyuan had arrived, Hongyingquan should have arrived too.

  "Uh..." Kaori Habara hesitated.

  "The old and young of Bai Yugou have been killed by me and won't come again!" Zhou Heng said.

  What!

  A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the whole scene suddenly fell silent, with everyone staring at Zhou Heng with strange eyes.

  What a joke!

  Zhou Heng smiled suddenly and swept his eyes around the people in Bai Yu Valley, saying: "Has Jin Xiulang come? I have an account to settle with him!"