Chapter 149

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Chapter 149: Humiliation of the Purple Robe

When Ye Yun and Duan Chenfeng had clashed with Zhen Huacheng in the Zang Wu Pavilion, they clearly recalled him wearing purple robes. Back then, they’d been shocked to encounter a purple-robed disciple—one wholly devoted to cultivation, destined to become a sect elite. Yet now, in such a short time, he’d fallen to a black-robed disciple. Whatever had happened, it must’ve been deeply humiliating.

Zhen Huacheng seethed with rage. Once a revered purple-robed disciple, he now faced mockery from two green-robed juniors.

“You want death? I’ll grant it!” he roared, slashing his thin blade.

A teal blade light erupted, coiling like an electric snake toward Duan Chenfeng’s chest.

Duan Chenfeng had already leaped back ten zhang, dodging effortlessly.

“You dared dodge?!” Zhen Huacheng spat, furious the brash youth hadn’t taken the hit head-on.

“Fool. No wonder you fell from purple to black robes,” Duan Chenfeng sneered, voice amplified by spiritual power. “Think battles are just brute force?”

The words spread, exposing Zhen Huacheng’s shame to all. A purple-robed disciple demoted—unthinkable!

Zhen Huacheng’s face turned ashen, murderous intent thickening. He raised his blade. Purple robes meant talent, dedication, a sure path to inner disciple status through merit—not favors. For centuries, they’d been icons every outer disciple aspired to. Yet here he stood, humiliated by green-robed novices.

“If you’re eager to die, I’ll oblige.” Zhen Huacheng’s blade trembled—then shattered. Countless knife-shaped lights surged forth, a roaring torrent swallowing Duan Chenfeng.

“Die! One Blade Becomes Ten Thousand, Torrents Merge into Sea!”

The attack’s force surpassed the fourth level of Qi refining. Even Ye Yun tensed—blocking this seemed impossible.

Duan Chenfeng grimaced, summoning his Breaking Sun Spear.

“Defend, don’t charge!” Ye Yun barked, appearing beside him. “Junior Yu—Little Xuanwu Shield! Senior Duan, guard him. I’ll take the blow.”

Yu Minghong raised the shield, its glow blocking attacks below third-level Qi refining. Duan Chenfeng’s golden light enveloped them as Ye Yun drew the Purple Shadow Sword. Thunder boomed—a purple lightning snake shot from the shield, piercing the blade torrent.

*Zzzzt!*

Tiny against the flood, the snake plunged in—and exploded.

*BOOM!*

The torrent ruptured, blades scattering wildly.

The electric snakes ultimately lacked sufficient power to sever the torrent of battle knives. The raging blade current only paused briefly before continuing its ferocious charge, slamming violently into the golden defense summoned by Duan Chenfeng.

*Crack!*

The golden barrier lasted mere seconds before shattering explosively. The undiminished torrent crashed into Yu Minghong’s Little Xuanwu Shield.

*Snap!*

A thin fissure snaked across the shield’s surface. All three youths were sent hurtling backward through the air.

The blade torrent struck the earth, gouging a thirty-foot trench three feet deep.

Zhen Huacheng’s single strike held terrifying destructive force.

Disciples who’d scoffed at purple robe disciples earlier now inhaled sharply. This attack’s overwhelming power shattered their understanding of combat limits.

Apart from Ye Yun’s group, none of the participating disciples had witnessed such might. They stood paralyzed, imagining their spirits scattering instantly if struck.

That Ye Yun’s trio had jointly blocked the blow and retreated unscathed stunned everyone—including Zhen Huacheng himself.

"Not completely useless, I see," Zhen Huacheng sneered as the trio landed thirty paces back. He stepped forward, blade gleaming. "But it changes nothing. Today, you all die."

Yu Minghong’s eyes flickered with pain as he examined his cracked shield, but his expression swiftly hardened.

Duan Chenfeng’s face whitened. After maintaining low-key behavior for so long, his first attempt at boldness had collided with this monstrous strength. Bitter amusement twisted his gut.

Only Ye Yun remained composed, features calm as still water.

"Purple robe cultivation proves disappointing," Ye Yun said coldly. "Since your first strike failed, you’ll never succeed. We’ll return this gift tenfold—if you survive till then."

Zhen Huacheng’s eyes bulged. Had this insect truly uttered such insolence?

"You think I’ve only one technique?" His blade shimmered as energy coalesced. "Let me correct your—"

"Save it." Ye Yun cut him off. "Gather your tokens while you can. Your death arrives when the competition ends." With that, he vanished into the dense woods with his companions.

Zhen Huacheng stood frozen, second strike dying unborn. When he finally scanned the crowd, every gaze dropped in fearful avoidance.

"Move out," he growled, leading his followers away.

As they departed, black-robed Zhong Ying emerged from the throng, eyeing the woods.

"Our main threat is Zhen Huacheng," he murmured. "Even demoted to fourth level Qi refining after losing purple robe status, his power remains monstrous. Tread carefully."

"Could any here withstand that strike?"

His black-robed entourage shook heads in unison.

"Foolish question." Zhong Ying’s eyes glinted. "First and second level Qi refining disciples stand no chance." His own fourth level cultivation matched Zhen Huacheng’s current stage—yet he knew the truth. Though equal in rank, Zhen Huacheng’s past Fifth Level Human King realm insights created an unbridgeable gap.

"Let them clash," Zhong Ying smiled coldly. "We’ll claim victory when both sides bleed."

"Should we target weaker disciples first?" a subordinate whispered.

"Obviously." Zhong Ying’s chuckle held winter’s edge. "Tokens won’t collect themselves."