Chapter 323
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Chapter 323: Wuqing’s Demon-Slaying Spear
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Murong Wuqing simply took a step forward, letting the moonlit waves fall upon him. Instantly, a faint silvery glow enveloped his body, creating a misty aura.
The moonlight spread like an endless sea, yet each beam carried razor-sharp precision—countless hair-thin needles piercing toward Murong Wuqing.
This was the might of the Golden Core stage, where Celestial Techniques fused into devastating force, utterly incomparable to the Foundation Establishment stage.
Against any ordinary Foundation Establishment expert, such an attack would reduce them to dust in moments.
Yet Murong Wuqing stood unflinching. The barrage of moonlit needles halted inches from his body, as if blocked by an invisible shield.
True to his words—*the heavens show no mercy, enduring all tribulations*—the attacks faded into dimness, dissolving into wisps of silver smoke.
Murong Wuqing remained silent, his calm gaze locked on Mei Yansheng.
Mei Yansheng gaped, struggling to believe his eyes. Though Murong Wuqing had perfected the Foundation Establishment stage, the chasm between it and the Golden Core stage was absolute. No Foundation Establishment warrior, no matter how gifted, should withstand a Golden Core expert’s assault.
But here stood Murong Wuqing, shattering that logic. Not only had he emerged unharmed, he’d nullified the attack effortlessly.
“Impossible!” Mei Yansheng’s face twisted darkly as he inhaled sharply.
Ye Yun and the crowd watched breathlessly, hearts pounding.
“Master, is this the power of the Golden Core stage?” Ye Yun whispered to Elder Seven, awe-struck.
“Yes. At this stage, every strike saturates every inch of space like spring rain. Once hit, the onslaught becomes relentless,” Elder Seven replied gravely.
Before Ye Yun could ask more, Elder Seven continued, “Golden Core combat relies on raw power. Ten techniques crumble before sheer force. Only greater strength can counter it.”
“Strength of the body… or artifacts?” Ye Yun pressed.
Elder Seven’s eyes sharpened. “The body. Artifacts are fleeting aids—never lean on them.”
Ye Yun stiffened. Murong Wuqing, still at Foundation Establishment, had blocked a Golden Core assault with his flesh alone. Unthinkable!
*No wonder he’s called the Heavenly Sword Sect’s greatest talent in a millennium*, Ye Yun thought.
The crowd stayed hushed, ears straining to catch Elder Seven’s words. Golden Core experts were myths in the Jin Kingdom—how did Elder Seven know so much?
On the Judgment Platform, Murong Wuqing advanced steadily toward Mei Yansheng.
Regaining composure, Mei Yansheng’s expression hardened. This youth was no mere opponent—underestimating him meant death and disappearance of the spirit.
Mei Yansheng’s finger slashed downward. His great sword shuddered, releasing a Dragon Chant as it morphed into a Teal Dragon coiling overhead.
“You chose death, boy!” Mei Yansheng snarled, dignity abandoned.
The dragon’s roar shook the platform, its aura smothering the space.
Murong Wuqing paused, studying the beast with unwavering clarity.
“Golden Core power lies in Soul Power,” Elder Seven lectured quietly. “The soul’s might surpasses physical strength. Cultivation realms reflect soul potency—this is heavenly law.”
Ye Yun’s mind raced. Elder Seven was using the battle to teach him Golden Core secrets—precious knowledge, especially with the Ancestor of the Sword Path urging him to learn from this clash.
“Fusing soul and spiritual weapon births that Teal Dragon,” Elder Seven added. “Its strike would annihilate any Foundation Establishment warrior.”
“Golden Core experts use spiritual weapons? Not Immortal artifacts?” Ye Yun blurted.
Elder Seven snorted. “Immortal artifacts? Even the Great Qi Empire has few. That sword’s a top-grade spiritual weapon—rare enough.”
As Ye Yun grinned sheepishly, light exploded around Murong Wuqing. A seven-colored battle spear materialized above him, tip aimed at the dragon.
“Wuqing’s Demon-Slaying Spear!”
The spear streaked forward, trailing brilliance.
Mei Yansheng’s Teal Dragon lunged to meet it—divine dragon against radiant spear—colliding in a supernova flare!
