Chapter 250 - On the Verge of Conflict

The entire arena was left in astonishment as Zhao Ziyang, a Qi Grandmaster, unexpectedly crashed to the ground and spat blood. The onlookers, wide-eyed and skeptical, stared at him.

The fact that a little girl had sent Zhao Ziyang flying with a punch and proved to be a Qi Grandmaster herself was mind-boggling for the spectators.

A Qi Grandmaster at only fifteen or sixteen years old?

Even if the Chen Clan was throwing resources at her, it should be impossible for them to produce a Qi Grandmaster at only fifteen or sixteen years old, right?

If a Qi Grandmaster could be produced just by spending large amounts of resources, then the prestigious clans with hundreds of years of heritage, like the Zhao Clan or the Zheng Clan, would have done so long ago.

Suddenly, an explosion rang from the main battle platform.

Boom!

Zhao Ziyang slammed his palm on the ground and rose to his feet. He wiped away the fresh blood at the corners of his lips and stared at Chen Qingqing coldly.

Even he hadn’t expected Chen Qingqing to be a Qi Grandmaster.

“So what if you’re a Qi Grandmaster? I’ll kill you all the same!”

His eyes radiated an intense killing intent, and his aura boiled violently.

Earlier, Chen Qingqing had caught him off guard and sent him flying, stealing the initiative.

Since he now knew that Chen Qingqing was also a Qi Grandmaster, he would no longer underestimate her.

Zhao Ziyang’s powerful cultivation erupted, and ghostly wails rang in space.

Woo, woo, woo...

With a fling of his sleeves, a qi wave rolled and transformed into a tornado, threatening to sweep up Chen Qingqing and shred her into pieces.

Hum!

Despite her youth, Chen Qingqing's physique surpassed that of ordinary Qi Grandmasters, thanks to the tempering with Chen Fan's precious blood. Her physique now rivaled that of a Yuanfu realm expert.

Moreover, Chen Fan had performed martial infusion on Chen Qingqing using the Fountain of Life instead of demon or corpse cores. A newbie Qi Grandmaster like Zhao Ziyang could only dream of a foundation like hers.

As the clash ensued, the qi around Chen Qingqing emitted a resonant noise resembling a large bronze bell. Zhao Ziyang's qi collapsed against hers, unable to budge her even slightly.

“Hiss, Chen Qingqing is so strong. The sense of oppression I feel from her is even heavier than what I feel from Zhao Ziyang.”

“How did such a monster appear in the Chen Clan? A Qi Grandmaster at only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she’s so strong!”

“Don’t forget about Chen Fan. He’s also a junior but already a Yuanfu realm expert.”

“......”

Everyone in the crowd was shocked to see Chen Qingqing easily break Zhao Ziyang’s attack.

Zhao Ziyang’s expression turned even uglier. His killing intent materialized above him, coalescing into a formidable force amidst the gathering winds and clouds.

“Die!”

He rubbed his palms together, unleashing a torrent of flames that morphed into many fiery creatures—horses, crows, mice, tigers, snakes. The radiant sun, ablaze with fire, descended upon Chen Qingqing.

“This is the Nine Transformations of Purple Sun, a mid-profound tier cultivation method exclusive to esteemed Zhao Clan members like Zhao Kongming and Zhao Ziyang!”

The crowd immediately recognized the martial art.

Chen Qingqing faced the onslaught with unwavering composure.

“Break," she uttered delicately and stepped forward. Her aura stirred the atmosphere, and her fists, imbued with the strength to cleave mountains, ruptured the air with explosive power.

Rumble...

A resounding rumble ensued as her force dispersed in all directions, creating thunderous echoes.

Chen Fan had imparted Undefeated King’s Fist to Chen Qingqing. However, she started practicing it not long ago and could barely use it; she couldn’t even form a head and two arms. Still, her attacks with it were mighty.

Summoning her strength like a soaring dragon, she generated swirling qi vortexes.

Immediately, the countless fiery horses, mice, snakes, and tigers were blown apart, reduced to sparks, and falling to the ground.

The sparks burned tiny, needle-sized holes into the hard marble floor of the battle platform. It went to show how powerful those flames were.

Chen Fan looked at Chen Qingqing with a gaze full of praise, nodding repeatedly.

“Fire Qilin!”

Fiery primeval qi shot out from Zhao Ziyang’s eyes. All the flames transformed into a huge Fire Qilin, galloping and roaring as it pounced at Chen Qingqing.

Flames rose into the sky as the Fire Qilin moved. It opened its mouth and spat out beads of fire-lightning in rapid succession. Then, the Fire Qilin emitted a fiery aura, enveloping Chen Qingqing.

The crowd immediately saw the floor melting and caving inward. The once solid marble transformed into a viscous ceramic glaze liquid.

Waves of heat rolled out, making the crowd feel like a volcano had erupted and that they were facing a disaster.

“What a terrifying cultivation technique. So, this is Zhao Ziyang’s true might? I wonder if Chen Qingqing can withstand this!”

The crowd’s pupils shrank, and their minds trembled.

Within that fiery aura, Chen Qingqing showed no signs of fear, a serious expression on her tiny face.

She revolved her cultivation technique fiercely, even summoning her physical strength. Her aura grew even stronger.

Repeatedly executing the Undefeated King’s Fist, she unleashed all nine moves with thunderous speed, shaking the surroundings like an undefeated king.

Rumble!

The terrifying power pierced through the air, ruthlessly blasting the Fire Qilin’s head. The huge Fire Qilin cried miserably and collapsed on the spot.

Thump, thump, thump...

Zhao Ziyang staggered back several steps, only to be met by a fierce gust of wind as Chen Qingqing lunged at him. As her fist grew larger in his field of vision, a chill went down his spine, and he froze.

Zhao Ziyang roared furiously.

“Get lost!”

However, his primeval qi was directly blown apart with a bang. Then, he felt an excruciating pain in his arm. He even heard his bones breaking.

Zhao Ziyang screamed in pain, staggering backward.

“Ah!”

Chen Qingqing unleashed a flurry of furious blows akin to meteor strikes, relentlessly pounding Zhao Ziyang. The air was filled with the sickening sounds of bones breaking, accompanied by the wild spewing of blood.

Zhao Ziyang was about to get killed, and he couldn’t even shout for his surrender. Zhao Kongming could no longer sit still.

“You evil beast, you’re courting death!”

He shot up to his feet and turned into a blur, appearing above the battle platform. A palm pressed down toward Chen Qingqing.

Like heavenly might, the pressure descended upon Chen Qingqing, forcing her to slow down.

Yet, this pressure swiftly dissipated as Chen Zhengqing intervened.

He appeared above Chen Qingqing as if he had teleported. He unleashed his cultivation, and it collided with the palm.

The collision created a resounding rumble, resembling a meteor crashing into the earth. The space at their meeting point seemed on the verge of collapse.

Bang!

Chen Qingqing’s punch simultaneously landed on Zhao Ziyang.

Despite Zhao Ziyang trying his best to dodge the attack, it was useless. While he might have escaped death, his cultivation was crippled.

“Ziyang!”

Zhao Kongming grabbed Zhao Ziyang. He quickly realized that Zhao Ziyang’s cultivation had been crippled, and he was mere martial waste now. A terrifying gale immediately erupted from Zhao Kongming, shaking the space.

“Chen Clan, you’re courting death!”

Terrifying killing intent erupted from Zhao Kongming, and it seemed like even the space was trembling in fear.