Chapter 441

Chapter 441: A Fierce Posture

The disciples of the Chimagong Sect never expected their opponent could actually contend with Wang Tian using bodily strength.

Weren’t they both at the mid-level Foundation Establishment stage?

His dazzlingly luminous skin and immense physical power caused everyone’s hearts to pound with anxiety.

This physique was far too powerful.

Wang Tian himself trembled inwardly during their clash. He stared at the other as if witnessing a monster, repeatedly brandishing his Whisk to unleash bursts of powerful strength against his foe.

Yet each strike landing on Zhou Changqing’s body only produced metallic clanging sounds, flashes of white light erupting while the man remained utterly unscathed.

After a hundred exchanges, Zhou Luo’s blood boiled, his battle spirit rising.

Whereas Wang Tian gave a stifled groan, blood spraying around him as he staggered backward.

Under the horrified watch of the Chimagong disciples, Zhou Changqing had simply, brutally, and ruthlessly ripped off his arm.

It must be said, Wang Tian possessed an iron will, stubbornly refusing to release a single cry of agony.

The Chimagong disciples below witnessed this scene with ashen faces, minds reeling as if struck by lightning.

They couldn’t accept this outcome; bodies trembling uncontrollably, they swayed as if about to collapse.

"Elder Changqing is amazing!"

In contrast, the Qinyuan Sect disciples overjoyed, shouting aloud in unison, cheering him on.

Hearing their chants, Wang Tian’s face instantly changed color. Clutching his severed arm, staring pallidly at the fierce figure before him, his voice carried disbelief, "You are Zhou Changqing?"

Zhou Changqing’s fearsome reputation wasn’t just thunderous within the Qinyuan Sect; even among the Chimagong Sect, many disciples knew of him.

Especially his formidable combat strength.

At this moment, boundless regret surged within Wang Tian.

Had he known his opponent’s identity, he wouldn’t have rushed in so recklessly; he would have chosen to retreat instead.

Facing someone this brutal, he stood no chance of victory.

Zhou Changqing clapped his hands, dispersing the spattered blood. Without directly answering, he said dismissively, "The ‘Five Outer Sect Disciples’? A bunch of useless trash."

"Ah!… You court death!"

Enraged by these words, Wang Tian roared. Blood ceased flowing from his wound as he swallowed a spirit pill and summoned multiple talismans, intent on fighting for his life.

Logically, facing Zhou Changqing, retreat was his wisest choice with no chance of victory.

But now, he couldn’t retreat.

Because fleeing would inevitably be reported to the sect, leading to severe punishment.

Besides, his opponent would never let him leave easily.

Thus, a desperate fight seemed his only sliver of hope.

Regrettably, this was merely Wang Tian’s delusion.

After fifty more exchanges, Wang Tian spat out a great mouthful of vital blood. A gaping hole had been punched through his chest by Zhou Changqing. Like a cannonball, his lifeless body slammed into the ground.

"Senior Brother Wang!" The Chimagong disciples trembled violently, letting out a cry of terror.

They never expected their Senior Brother to be defeated so easily.

A disciple hurried forward to check the situation, only to discover the opponent was already dead, with no breath left.

That disciple’s face turned pale as he slumped to the ground, a look of utter despair filling his eyes.

The other disciples couldn’t believe this outcome either.

Grief and indignation welled in their hearts, and a chilling dread crept up their spines.

"Kill them all," Zhou Changqing said impassively.

Seizing their advantage, the other disciples of the Qinyuan Sect swiftly advanced and began pursuing the enemy group.

Zhou Changqing, meanwhile, remained hovering in the air; if he spotted anyone attempting to flee, he would strike them down.

A short while later, this small team from the Chimagong Sect was entirely wiped out, while the Qinyuan Sect side emerged unscathed.

Everyone was overjoyed and began to praise enthusiastically.

"Elder Changqing is truly terrifying! He killed them without even using a magical artifact — truly incredible!" one disciple couldn’t help but exclaim.

Killing effortlessly while in the Foundation Establishment realm? That wasn’t easily done.

The fact he could dispatch his opponent so swiftly and decisively was itself a clear sign of overwhelming superiority.

Zhou Changqing walked ahead, smiling but saying nothing.

He possessed many methods, including the Ten Thousand Refinement Body Art taught by his father. Years of intense body refinement meant his physical strength alone could rival that of a Foundation Establishment magical artifact. How could the opponent have easily breached his defenses?

Not to mention he had mastered numerous powerful Foundation Establishment Techniques within the sect.

Although he hadn’t used a magical artifact, all the moves he used derived from those powerful Foundation Establishment Techniques. Coupled with his own prodigious talent, this result was only natural.

For anyone else, such a quick and decisive victory would have been impossible.

The conclusion of this battle quickly spread news of Zhou Changqing’s presence on the battlefield.

As the most renowned figure among the younger generation of Qinyuan Sect disciples, Zhou Changqing instantly shot to the top of the Chimagong Sect’s kill list.

Once he appeared, the Chimagong Sect immediately dispatched large numbers to track his whereabouts.

Of course, they did not send Golden Core masters.

Because the Qinyuan Sect also had Golden Core masters. Until reinforcements arrived, both sides were locked in a stalemate, and neither dared act too recklessly.

Not only the Chimagong Sect, but the Qinyuan Sect also reacted swiftly, sending a large number of cultivators onto the battlefield.

Zhou Changqing’s appearance caused the previously stable combat situation to boil over once more.

Meanwhile, at the Qinyuan Sect’s main base.

Zhou Chang Le was seated cross-legged in cultivation.

Located within the main division, he did not need to go to the front lines yet, so he was currently meditating and resting.

He was not at all surprised by the news concerning Zhou Changqing; he had already made countermeasures and didn’t foresee any problems.

"Elder Chang Le, Master Ziyang wishes to see you," an Outer Sect disciple announced as he entered the tent.

"Alright, I’ll go immediately."

Summoned by his master, Zhou Chang Le got up immediately and left the tent, heading towards the imposing, eight-story pavilion at the center.

All the sect’s high-ranking elders resided within this grand pavilion.

Master Ziyang occupied the fourth floor.

Zhou Chang Le pushed the door open, entered, and bowed respectfully towards Master Ziyang, who sat formally upon a jade platform in the room. "Master."

"I hear your father wrote a letter to the Long siblings?"

Master Ziyang’s voice was calm, revealing no hint of emotion.

Zhou Chang Le lowered his head even further. "Yes, master. My father worries for his friend’s safety and wished to confirm it."

He had prepared this explanation well in advance.

"Truly?" Master Ziyang paused, clearly unconvinced it was so straightforward.

Zhou Chang Le wisely remained silent, his posture becoming even more deferential.

In such matters, he knew explanations could backfire, saying nothing was the wiser course.

Master Ziyang gazed at him, deep eyes emitting spots of spiritual light. He continued, "Remember, you are a disciple of the Qinyuan Sect. You are my disciple."

It was a reminder. It sounded like… a warning.