Chapter 23: Not My Arrogance, But Your Underestimation

  Arrogant! Absolutely arrogant!

  No one expected Zhuo Yifan to say such a ridiculous thing.

  Zhuo Guangying was also shocked, and didn't expect the loser in front of him to say such arrogant words. Enraged to the point of laughter, "Since that's the case, I'll make you kneel! I'd like to see how you can defeat me with one move!"

  He felt his genius status being challenged and couldn't tolerate it anywhere.

  "One move! You've seen it!"

  Whoosh!

  Before Zhuo Guanying could react, Zhu Yifan pounced on him like a wolf, his dense orange spiritual energy gathering in his iron fist. With a speed as swift as the wind, he fiercely thrust it towards Zhuo Guanying's chest.

  Zhuo Huangying was shocked by Zhu Yifan's speed, with a look of incredulity on his face: Such an unadorned and simple move, without any spiritual technique embellishments, also wants to defeat him? Does he think he's made of tofu? What a joke!

  Watching Zhuo Yifan's fierce attack, Zhuo Guanying didn't dodge or evade, and instead countered with a heavy punch of his own.

  "Rumble!"

  Two unadorned fists collided, producing an explosive sound, a crisp cracking of bones that made everyone's body twitch and tremble. Immediately following, a figure flew out along with the intense explosion that spread in all directions.

  That figure is Zhuo Guanying!

  Everyone stared as Zhuo Guanying flew backward, slamming violently onto the ground, bursting out with several cracking sounds of broken bones, and a stream of fresh blood gushing out of his mouth.

  Looking at Zhuo Guanying, who had fallen to the ground, Zhuo Yifan glanced around the silent scene, his iron fist retracting its dim golden glow. He let out a soft breath: "Zhuo Guanying, you lost. The Three Mysteries Sect's territory is nothing more than this."

  Concentrate all the power of Iron Arm on the fist, this is Zhuo Yifan's exploration of the wonderful use of Iron Arm during his time in Qingyang Mountains. The power is concentrated at one point, and its hardness is naturally unbreakable.

  "Could it be that one move was enough to defeat him?"

  "Zhuo Guangying is a strong man in Sanxuan Prefecture! Ten Elephant Divine Power..."

  "Awesome! Second Master is truly a genius!"

  The audience below was in an uproar, with discussions and comments flying back and forth. Hundreds of people stared at this shocking scene, their eyes wide with amazement. Zhuo Wenjun had already been completely stunned into stupidity.

  "Impossible! This is an illusion! How can this be?! The power just now... He's actually evenly matched with me, no, stronger than me. He must have used some underhanded trick!" After struggling like a thief covering his ears for a while, Zhuo Guanying stood up shakily in front of everyone, wiping away the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and forced out a laugh: "Zhuo Yifan... it's not over yet! I am a Three Mysteries Realm cultivator... you can't possibly win against me!"

  "Is that so?" Zhuo Yifan suddenly raised his head, and a purple light of extreme demonic charm flashed in his eyes as he coldly looked at Zhuo Guanying.

  "What's going on! Why can't I move at all!" Zhuo Guanying was shocked in his heart. He even felt that Zhu Yifan's temperament had changed drastically, as if he had become a ancient demon god.

  At a glance, Zhuo Guangying felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, and some scenes that he used to be most afraid of appeared unusually real in his line of sight. He was petrified!

  Rumble

  It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind, and the nasal blood was blown out by this inexplicable impact. His whole body was stiffened and unable to move, and his mind was shrouded in endless terrifying illusions.

  "Damn it, why can't I move! What trick has this guy played on me again!" He was propping up his mental pillar with his own willpower, but it kept collapsing under the pressure of fear.

  "Get back! What is this guy going to do?! Don't come over here!" Zhuo Guanying, under the shroud of fear, was frantically shouting in her heart, but her mouth was mumbling and she couldn't say a word.

  "How can this trash defeat me! I am a Three Essence Realm cultivator! I can exert the utmost power of thirty elephants! What's wrong with me? Why can't I move! Move!"

  Zhuo Guanying grasped his hair with both hands, staring at the ominous star in front of him in shock. Suddenly, Zhuo Yifan darted over, lifted his foot and kicked up a whirlwind, striking Zhuo Guanying's chest.

  "Boom!"

  Pffft! A blood arc spurted out of his mouth, and Zhuo Guanying was like a straw man, smashed flying away, heavily crashing onto the stage floor.

  Before everyone's brain could react, "Whoosh!" Zuo Yifan instantly followed.

  His face showed no hint of sympathy, the orange spiritual energy stirred up a gentle starlight and unleashed the "Star Fighting Kick" with a domineering aura that was on par with Fusion Spirit. One foot landed on Zhuo Guangying's arm, and the sound of bones shattering immediately rang out. He coldly laughed: "Now who is the loser?"

  Zhuo Guangying let out a painful roar, gazing at Zhu Yifan's sinister and mysterious purple eyes that seemed to be looking down on him from above. His heart was filled with extreme fear, but he was completely enveloped in terror, unable to utter a single word.

  This scene came too suddenly, happening in just ten breaths.

  Everyone stared at Zhuo Guanying, who was completely in a state of being abused, and one by one rubbed their eyes to see clearly that the orange spiritual energy flowing out of Zhuo Yifan's body!

  How is this possible? A Three Mysteries Realm cultivator was actually bullied by a Pre-Heaven Spirit Realm cultivator? Many people covered their mouths, shocked beyond words!

  Watching Zhuo Yifan scolding Zhuo Guanying, no one dared to step forward to stop him. Even Zhuo Wenqian was completely stunned, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and terror as he shook his head.

  Zhuo Wenti watched all this, both shocked and delighted, allowing his grandson to bully Zhuo Guanying without stopping. To say the least, he was also a vengeful person, who made Zhuo Guanying want him to lose face in front of so many people just now?

  Serves you right!

  At this moment, no one dares to speak a word for Zhuo Guanying.

  Zhuo Guanying's strength in the Zhu family was already top-notch, now being defeated by Zhu Yifan, who dares to risk their life and go against this new genius?

  Everyone's face was shocked and amazed at the sudden surge in power, and also shocked by the eerie atmosphere that seemed to have descended like a demon god.

  "How dare you not answer me!" Zhuo Yifan's face turned gloomy, and he let out a low growl as his foot came down on the right arm. The bone snapped with a loud crack.

  Under the gaze of everyone, Zhuo Guangying's two arms were directly amputated. The intense pain made him let out a mournful and piercing cry. The tearing pain almost made him faint.

  Zhuo Yifan quietly stared at him, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. For insulting his own grandfather, insulting himself, and even harboring murderous intentions towards himself, the most heinous villain. He had to do this, without leaving any emotional attachment.

  "Zhuo Guanying, do you know where you lost?"

  A short twenty years is like a year, extremely long for everyone.

  The icy question hung in the air, and the surroundings fell silent once again.

  "Ka la la", seeing Zhuo Guanying continue to pretend to be dead, Zhuo Yifan stretched out his foot again, frowned, and ruthlessly trampled on him once more.

  "Ah! Zhuo Yifan! You won't die a good death!" A mournful cry shook the sky.

  At this time, his arm had been trampled into a bloody pulp, with bright red blood flowing profusely and emitting a pungent smell of blood and stench. Everyone covered their noses, feeling a chill run down their spines. If things continued like this, Zhuo Guanying would eventually bleed to death.

  "Wàn Xiàng Zhǐ!" In his heart, he secretly shouted, as Zhuō Yī Fán raised his sword finger and poked it at the wound, pressing on two acupoints.

  Although the technique is not yet very proficient, it's relatively easy to stop bleeding. After sealing off the blood vessels, the blood indeed stopped flowing, but it made the original pain even more intense! This pain is more painful than being torn apart by five horses! If it were an ordinary person, they would have died long ago.

  "Zhao Yi Fan!...... Zhao! Yi! Fan!...... I'm going to kill you!" Zhao Guan Ying's heart was filled with hatred! But he had already been tortured to the point where he couldn't speak, and lay on the ground, sweating profusely, panting heavily.

  He fell to the ground like a dead dog. Those two miserable arms were trampled by a fierce beast, completely without any trace, and thoroughly became two piles of minced meat.

  "You were wrong from the start, underestimating me. Any cultivator's cultivation level has never represented their true strength. It wasn't that I was arrogant, but rather you looked down on me. This is the consequence of your underestimation!"

  Zhuo Yi Fan shook his head, scraping off the blood and flesh stuck to the sole of his boot. He snorted disdainfully: "I won't kill you! Because you're not worth my killing! The insults you gave my grandfather, my father, my mother, and me! You'll repay them slowly in endless suffering! Your blood... makes me extremely disgusted!"

  Zhuo Yifan's actions made everyone take a cold breath.

  The last time Zhuo Yifan killed more than 50 right-wing forces alone, some people who didn't see it with their own eyes still found it hard to believe, but now that they've seen how ruthless Zhuo Yifan is, they have no choice but to believe.

  The saying goes, "Killing someone is just a matter of pointing your head at the ground," but this terrifying young man makes people suffer while still alive...

  Zhuo Yi stepped over the head, no longer looking at Zhuo Guanying who was struggling on the ground. He took a step forward and slowly ascended to the stage again, his eyes fixed on Zhuo Wenqian and the forces behind him with a rising killing intent. His resolute and icy expression conveyed an unyielding meaning.

  "The current Zhuo family, fragmented for a long time, overall strength declining day by day. If this continues, the three major forces of Chi Hua City will expel my Zhuo family! You follow me, in front of our ancestors' memorial tablet, make a poisonous oath from now on, the family is united, with my grandfather as the center, thoroughly loyal. Let the Zhuo family's Tao be unified! Share honor and shame together! Enter the true crossing period, and finally rush into the Imperial Capital, it's not impossible!"

  "But if you don't obey!" Zhuo Yifan glanced at Zhuo Guanying, sneering: "Either be thrown into the family dungeon to suffer forever. Or, end up with him and get kicked out of the Zhuo family!"

  "You think so!" Zhuo Qian's anger shook with rage. If the Zhuo family was unified by his own older brother, he would have nothing left.

  "You don't know what's good for you? Fine, I'll make an example out of you!"

  "How dare you!"

  "How dare you! Who do you think I am? My grandfather? Bah! When have you ever treated me like your grandson? If it weren't for your constant bullying... you wouldn't be in this predicament today!" Zhuo Yifan's words were sharp as a knife, leaving no room for doubt. His five fingers burst forth with orange spiritual energy, transforming into a massive net that directly enveloped Zhuo Wenjun on the wooden chair.

  The aura is pressing and intimidating, making onlookers' livers and gallbladders turn cold. He actually wants to, in front of everyone's faces, abolish this Second Master Zhāo!

  This is beyond everyone's expectation.