Chapter 2767 Ground-Shattering Slam

Jing Qingjia was also dumbstruck. On such an occasion, before the eyes of countless powerful figures, Lin Xun, an Immortal, had actually made such an absurd demand. Fury surged in his chest.

“Do you regret what you said?” Lin Xun asked calmly, raising the scroll in his hand.

With a cold snort, Jing Qingjia left the viewing platform and strode over. He pressed his handprint firmly on the scroll, then fixed Lin Xun with an icy glare. “I advise you not to lose to Xing Jun.”

Lin Xun smiled faintly and pointed to one side. “Good. You’ve got guts. Now stand over there and wait your turn.”

Pu!

Laughter rippled through the crowd. Jing Qingjia’s face darkened, but he forced his fury down.

“Anyone else?” Lin Xun’s gaze swept across the viewing platform. “If you keep dithering, then don’t blame me for not giving you the chance to challenge me!”

His voice rang clear throughout the arena. Even the high-ranking figures present raised their brows.

This boy is truly arrogant.

“I’ll do it.”

“Count me in.”

“Hmph! Do you really think you’re invincible?”

One after another, figures rose from the viewing platform, unable to restrain themselves. Almost all were from the Ten Immortal Giants. There were quite a few, and every one of them was formidable.

Many in the Origin Sect couldn’t help but feel a twinge of worry. These were no ordinary opponents. Each was ruthless and terrifying in strength. Then, from the Zen Sect’s side, a figure stepped forward. The entire arena fell silent.

Clad in a white monk’s robe, he had refined features and eyes as limpid as spring water. His entire being seemed untouched by dust, radiating an aura that was ethereal, flawless and transcendent.

Yu Fengzi!

He was the chief of the Zen Sect’s guardian disciples. A born Buddha, said to possess the Nine Apertures Zen Heart and hailed as the number one Heavenly Longevity successor of the Zen Sect in the past ten thousand years!

It was said that at his birth, one hundred thousand auspicious rays descended from the heavens, three thousand golden lotuses bloomed from the earth, and his body was bathed in Sanskrit chants and divine radiance, as though he was born sacred.

Yu Fengzi’s name was renowned throughout the four ancestral courts and the Ten Immortal Giants. Many old monsters believed he was destined to inherit the mantle of the Present Age Buddha of the Zen Sect!

The Three Ages Buddhas, the Past, Present, and Future Ages Buddhas, were exalted titles, comparable to the pavilion masters of the Origin Sect’s three pavilions. In other words, Yu Fengzi was very likely to become the next Present Age Buddha!

For a Buddha of such renown to step forward and fight...who among those present could remain unmoved?! At that moment, every heart within the Origin Sect sank. Undoubtedly, Yu Fengzi's appearance made them realize that this was no simple matter. The Zen Sect had clearly orchestrated this long in advance.

Despite that, Lin Xun looked completely unfazed. With a casual wave of his hand, he said, “Come on then, one by one. Press your handprint, and then line up over there.”

His words shattered the oppressive silence, leaving countless people dumbfounded.

At such a time, how could he still act with such overbearing arrogance?

The experts who had stepped forward all wore dark expressions, some secretly grinding their teeth. Lin Xun’s provocations had clearly struck a nerve.

“Are you trying to cause trouble?” Fu Wenli was livid.

“Do you think once Lin Xun defeats Xing Jun, the rest won’t leap out?” Xuan Feiling countered calmly. Fu Wenli narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.

“Everyone knows Xing Jun is only the first. Even if he falls, others will surely step out to challenge Lin Xun.” Xuan Feiling spoke evenly. “They’re not merely here to spectate, and instead they’re taking this chance to probe Lin Xun, to test the depth of his strength.

“After all, the Eternal Supremacy Path has never appeared in this world. If such a possibility truly lies within Lin Xun...then those enemies of Fangchun Mountain will not be able to sit still.”

The high-ranking figures of the Origin Sect fell silent. Of course, they had already seen through this long ago. Otherwise, why would there have been so many provocations and upheavals even after the Nine Peaks Dao Contest had ended?

Only after the challengers had pressed their handprints one by one did Lin Xun stow away the scroll, muttering to himself, “Counting Xing Jun, that makes nine in total...not a small number.”

A casual remark to him, but to people like Xing Jun and Jing Qingjia, it was grating beyond belief.

Does this guy really think he can defeat us one by one? How arrogant!

Xing Jun was the first one to lose patience. He jabbed a finger at Lin Xun and snarled, “Why haven’t you come up yet?”

Lin Xun nodded. “Then let’s start with you.”

Before his voice faded, his figure appeared in the arena. In that instant, every gaze in the audience locked onto him. Xing Jun had already defeated Xie Wumian and Ruo Yunheng In succession, shattering their bodies and proving himself to be utterly ferocious.

There was no doubt he was the Shaman Sect’s trump card and his foundation was terrifying beyond measure. At this moment, even the Nine Peaks successors, who had always held absolute confidence in Lin Xun, found themselves holding their breath, tension flickering across their faces.

“Remember, you are forbidden from using treasures or weapons beyond this realm, from drawing on law power, and from killing!” Xuan Feiling’s stern reminder echoed from afar.

The atmosphere grew heavier, thick with killing intent and suffocating pressure. Xing Jun’s expression twisted with menace. He fixed Lin Xun with a savage glare and growled, word by word, “Don’t worry, like I said...I won’t finish you off so easily. I’ll make sure to play with you first.”

Crimson immortal laws flared across his bronze skin, weaving into ancient, barbaric totems. In an instant, his aura soared to its peak. From a distance, he looked like a primordial barbarian god roaring back to life!

Many Nine Peaks disciples felt their eyes sting and their hearts quake with dread. After all, they only possessed a Supreme Emperor Ancestor Stage cultivation.

Lin Xun responded lightly, “But I don’t have time to play with you. Can’t you see how many are still waiting their turn? Let’s finish this quickly.”

“You’re truly arrogant!”

The veins on Xing Jun’s forehead bulged as he lost control, murderous intent boiling over.

Shua!

He shot forward like a bloodthirsty blade, tearing through the void. With one punch, the heavens quaked and the earth groaned. Power erupted in its purest and most brutal form, like storm clouds bearing down on a city, collapsing the nearby void and unveiling ancient, mysterious totems. So savage it filled one with despair!

Lin Xun remained still until Xing Jun closed in. Then, he suddenly thrust out his hand. It was a simple palm strike, but brutally direct.

Bang!

The fist and palm collided like the crash of sun and moon, unleashing a torrent of violent power. Xing Jun’s domineering punch shattered in an instant, crumbling under the strike. The palm’s force surged onward, blasting into him and hurling his body backward through the air.

The entire arena went deathly silent. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Everyone had witnessed Xing Jun’s ferocity earlier. He crushed Xie Wumian and Ruo Yunheng with unstoppable might. Now, after just a single exchange, he had been forced back!

“Again!” Xing Jun let out a thunderous roar. His bronze skin swelled as terrifying crimson light surged across it. His body suddenly grew taller and more imposing. His hair flew wildly as he hurled another punch forward.

That punch seemed to carry visions of the sky collapsing, the earth caving in, the sun and moon sinking into ruin. It felt as though his fist could split the heavens and shatter mountains, rivers and all of creation. It was far stronger than before!

Even some of the older Heavenly Longevity Stage experts felt a chill seize their hearts. They had to admit that, although Xing Jun was arrogant, he had the strength to back it. Despite that, Lin Xun met the blow with a palm strike, as calm and effortless as a passing breeze.

Boom!

The Heavenly Enlightenment Dao Arena shook with a thunderous roar that seemed to rattle heaven and earth. Before everyone’s eyes, Xing Jun’s devastating punch shattered into nothingness. The sleeve on his right arm split apart inch by inch, unraveling like butterflies scattering in the wind.

Lin Xun’s palm force surged onward like a raging sea, sending Xing Jun hurtling backward dozens of feet. When he finally steadied himself, his face was drained of color and his golden eyes were wide with shock and disbelief. Outside the arena, the audience exploded in commotion.

“Junior Brother Lin, finish him!”

“Fierce! So fierce! that’s how it should be!”

“Magnificent!”

Excitement swept through the Origin Sect. In just two strikes, Lin Xun’s strength was plain for all to see. Xing Jun’s earlier ruthlessness had left them seething, but now it was as if all that pent-up fury had finally been unleashed.

“Junior Brother Xue Ya was right. Junior Brother has already grown this powerful...” Cheng Yu murmured in awe from afar.

On the viewing platform, all the high-ranking figures who had earlier watched with calm detachment now wore grave expressions, their gazes locked on the duel. Lin Xun’s identity was unique, and his path extraordinary, but none of them knew the depth of his power. Now, at last, they had the chance to witness and gauge it for themselves.

Clang!

In the arena, a black bone spear appeared in Xing Jun’s grip. This was the first time he had drawn upon a treasure since stepping into the Heavenly Enlightenment Dao Arena. Everyone instantly knew that he was ready to fight with his life on the line. The Shaman Sect had never feared a fight to the death.

Boom!

He stamped down and shot forward, his figure like scarlet lightning tearing through the sky. The bone spear in his hand thrust forth like the death-spear of an ancient brute god, brimming with unstoppable sharpness.

Cries of alarm erupted from the crowd. Even those watching from afar felt their hearts seize, as if that strike had pierced straight through them. It was too terrifying. His command over the immortal laws had reached a level of mastery beyond belief.

Clang!

Lin Xun remained standing in place. With a single palm strike, the black bone spear suddenly bent with a deafening crack, as if the world was being torn apart. Blazing immortal light erupted, engulfing the arena.

Boom!

With a final snap, the spear gave way, and Xing Jun was blasted away along with it. Blood sprayed from his lips. Faces across the arena turned pale.

Xing Jun’s strength was monstrous, yet he couldn’t so much as shake Lin Xun. On the contrary, he had been crushed once again! Before the crowd could recover, Lin Xun suddenly moved.

Shua!

Xing Jun had barely steadied himself when Lin Xun’s figure appeared before him. A hand shot out, breaking through all his defenses like a hot knife through butter. Light flared, explosions thundered. Lin Xun’s fingers clamped onto Xing Jun’s wrist with unyielding force. Then, with a savage motion Lin Xun hoisted Xing Jun up before slamming him brutally into the ground.

Bang!

The entire arena quaked. Xing Jun’s features were bloodied and distorted, his vision swimming with stars, his body convulsing in agony. The spectators winced as if they themselves had been struck.

So domineering!