Chapter 324
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Chapter 324: Demon Race Supernatural Power
The Teal Dragon roared as it charged, its battle spear gleaming with unstoppable sharpness and domineering aura.
The two attacks collided violently, shaking the heavens and earth. Waves of wild strength erupted outward—had the Judgment Platform’s restrictions not contained the shockwaves, the entire mountain would’ve been sheared in half.
This was the power of a Golden Core stage expert, nearly beyond mortal comprehension.
Mei Yansheng, being a Golden Core expert, unleashing such force was expected. Yet no one imagined Murong Wuqing’s attack wouldn’t just match it, but surpass it.
In the sky, the rainbow-hued spear light blazed brilliantly, tearing through the Teal Dragon until it dissolved into nothingness.
Though dimmed, the spear’s remnants still carried terrifying force as it pierced toward Mei Yansheng.
Mei Yansheng’s face hardened. He’d anticipated Murong Wuqing’s strength might shock him, but not to this degree. His spirit perception confirmed Murong Wuqing remained at the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment stage—no condensed Dan Fluid forming a False Pill, let alone stepping into the Golden Core stage.
The Golden Core stage was transformative. Ancient texts declared only those reaching it truly embarked on the path of cultivation, gaining the right to comprehend Heaven’s Dao. While many believed Foundation Establishment was the cornerstone, truthfully, only by condensing a Golden Core did one grasp cultivation’s essence.
In the Jin Kingdom, Golden Core experts were rare as phoenix feathers. None had broken through in the last century. Even Heavenly Sword Sect’s higher-ups, including Sect Leader Yan Changchun, remained at Foundation Establishment—that final step to Golden Core an insurmountable chasm.
Golden Core strength dwarfed Foundation Establishment. Even the weakest Golden Core expert could crush a Foundation Establishment genius. Their power existed on fundamentally different planes.
Yet Murong Wuqing, still at Foundation Establishment’s peak, had unleashed force surpassing Mei Yansheng’s Golden Core might, nearly overwhelming him.
The crowd gaped in stunned silence. Even Elder Seven’s eyes flickered with shock.
Ye Yun—guided by the Ancestor of the Sword Path—had braced himself, but seeing the rainbow spear obliterate the Teal Dragon still left him speechless.
The dimmed spear light shot onward. Mei Yansheng raised his right hand, all earlier ease gone. A whirlpool of light and shadow formed before him, devouring the attack’s remnants.
Few noticed Mei Yansheng’s subtle frown or how he half-stepped back to fully neutralize the strike. Ye Yun catalogued every detail, reassessing Murong Wuqing’s limits.
“Wuqing’s cultivation… has reached this level?” Su Hao murmured, awed. Though Murong Wuqing kept to himself, the two had privately exchanged insights on cultivation’s mysteries. Su Hao had assumed Murong Wuqing merely led him by half-step at Foundation Establishment’s peak. Now it was clear—Murong Wuqing had intentionally suppressed his progress, amassing unimaginable reserves for his eventual Golden Core breakthrough.
“I underestimated you,” Mei Yansheng growled. “Heavenly Sword Sect’s millennial genius lives up to the title. To rival Golden Core power while still at Foundation Establishment… astounding.”
Murong Wuqing sneered. “Even hawks use full strength to kill rabbits. Can’t grasp such basics?”
His spear trembled. A thousand phantom spears materialized, merging into a crushing tide aimed at Mei Yansheng.
“You dare?!” Mei Yansheng roared. A teal-purple aura flickered above his head before vanishing. He retreated explosively—but the spear shadows pursued relentlessly.
“Damn you!” Mei Yansheng’s hands blurred. Beams shot from his fingers, swelling into a massive mirror radiating teal light.
“Qingming Demon Mirror!”
Ear-splitting shrieks erupted from the mirror as a colossal teal wolf coalesced, demon energy rolling off it. The wolf howled, inhaling—every spear shadow flew helplessly into its maw.
Mei Yansheng recalled the mirror, fingers weaving an arcane seal. The void rippled as teal energy—stronger than the wolf’s—swirled into a gargantuan claw.
“Qing Wolf’s Three Strikes!”
The claw swelled to ten zhang, space tearing around it as it smashed toward Murong Wuqing.
“Demon Race techniques?!”
The crowd reeled. A Golden Core expert from Great Qin Empire using Demon Race supernatural powers? The stench of demon energy was unmistakable.
“So my earlier sensing was right,” the Ancestor of the Sword Path mused in Ye Yun’s mind.
“Is he a demon?” Ye Yun asked.
“Human. But Demon Race techniques grant overwhelming power and rapid cultivation. Long ago, humans and demons exchanged knowledge to fight the Devil Race. After the ancient wars, demons were sealed away. Their techniques became taboo.”
“Yet they’ve resurfaced…”
“Their seal weakens. Chaos brews—but chaos breeds heroes. Don’t disappoint me, boy.”
The claw froze three feet above Murong Wuqing’s head, trembling for ten breaths before dissipating.
Murong Wuqing’s cold voice cut through the silence: “This… is Demon Race power? Pathetic.”
