One Move Is Enough to Crush Your Arrogance

Aofeng and wild.

It stems from his pride over the years.

From the moment he entered the Heaven-Praying Hall, he became the person with the fastest cultivation speed.

They repeatedly broke records within the palace.

It is famous throughout the entire Lan Province.

Countless geniuses have fallen to him.

Later, he followed the Poison Venerable in cultivation and became his most promising disciple.

It has the unique qualities to stand out in the entire Heaven-Praying Hall.

Although he is a disciple.

However, this attracted the attention of the Heaven-Praying Hall.

If it weren't for that useless young master's obstruction, Aofeng might very well have taken over the Heaven-Praying Hall one day.

So.

To fight someone a level below you and let them last five moves would be truly humiliating.

Faced with Aofeng's mockery.

Jun Wuya remained unmoved, neither sad nor happy, and said calmly, "To extinguish your arrogance, one move is enough."

Mad!

It was also a statement brimming with confidence.

But since these words came from Jun Wuya, Cang Yue was taken aback.

Jun Wuya is a humble and polite person.

He never makes boastful remarks.

Since he said that...

This proves that he can definitely do it.

So.

Cang Yue, on the contrary, began to look forward to it.

Now.

The two moved outside the hall.

A battle is about to break out.

Aofeng sneered, his body surging with blue Essence Power.

The Heaven-Praying Hall.

Most practitioners gain power by communicating with heaven and earth.

This is the power of prayer.

Taking advantage of the favorable weather conditions.

They can often unleash power far exceeding their own capabilities.

This is the true strength of the people of the Heaven-Praying Hall.

As for Aofeng...

It will be even stronger.

"Blessing!"

Aofeng let out a low shout.

In that instant.

In the void, it seemed as if spiritual energy was being sprinkled down.

This is one of the sophisticated methods employed by the Heaven-Praying Hall.

Aofeng used such a sophisticated method right from the start.

Obviously.

He was also angered by Jun Wuya's indifferent words.

Someone with a lower cultivation level than him is still more arrogant?

Therefore, from the very beginning, Aofeng planned to go all out.

"I'd like to see how you'll crush my arrogance in one fell swoop!"

Aofeng in a state of Blessing.

Their combat strength is extremely high.

Every strike is a blessed attack.

A barrage of palm prints and fist strikes rained down.

Even someone at the Spirit Martial Realm Peak wouldn't dare say they could withstand it.

Jun Wuya seemed to have nowhere to hide at this moment.

But the next moment...

Then they saw the books in the basket on the latter's back shoot into the sky.

Golden light shone brightly.

A Literary Saint Phantom appeared.

This moment.

All of Aofeng's attacks landed on the Literary Saint Phantom as if they were mere tickles.

His expression changed.

This disciple from the Dragon-Seeking Sect is indeed quite something.

His Literary Dao cultivation level was so high that he could summon the Literary Saint Phantom to defend against enemies.

"It seems I underestimated you. You are strong, but this ends here. The game is over!"

Aofeng's face darkened.

Nothing more is reserved.

He is only eighteen years old this year.

He was already the leading disciple of the Heaven-Praying Hall.

He was a renowned prodigy throughout the entire Lan Province region.

Jun Wuya was shaking at this moment was his pride.

To deal with someone who is a level below him.

The longer it drags on...

The more he lost face, the more humiliated he became.

"The Heaven-Praying Technique... your defeat is inevitable!"

Aofeng bulged.

The Poison Venerable outside was also startled by this scene.

They actually forced him to resort to this method.

The disciple opposite them who cultivated the Dao of Literary Dao was indeed no pushover.

After this move was used...

It directly changed the situation.

Forced to lock in the outcome.

It is a method that will damage the foundation.

It is a forbidden technique of the Heaven-Praying Hall, and it was only because Aofeng was exceptionally talented that he was able to learn this move.

Now.

In order to win.

Aofeng no longer cared about these costs.

The only thing he wanted to maintain was his pride.

To be honest, Poison Venerable also hoped that Aofeng would take a desperate gamble.

That way you won't lose everything.

Otherwise.

Just thinking about it made him dizzy.

Fortunately, it's alright.

After this move was made, the outcome was already decided.

Even a powerful expert at the Earth Martial Realm First Layer would be affected by this forbidden technique.

This will also affect the situation.

The defeat is inevitable.

Cang Yue's brows furrowed as she looked at Aofeng, somewhat startled.

The opponent's forbidden technique is indeed extremely powerful.

If Jun Wuya loses, the reputation of the Dragon-Seeking Sect will be secondary.

The most important person is the sect leader.

What she cared about most was the sect leader's opinion.

And the Aofeng, which had changed the situation, whispered once more.

This time, it stirred up a resonance between storm and thunder.

He wielded the power of wind and thunder in his palms.

It made a rumbling sound.

A terrifying surge of energy erupted from it.

But at this moment.

He was opposite.

Jun Wuya had not yet made a move; he had merely summoned the Literary Saint Phantom to block Aofeng's attack earlier.

Finally.

Jun Wuya also moved.

He was muttering to himself.

Awe-inspiring.

"Moonlight shines before my bed."

"It looks like frost on the ground."

I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon.

"I bow my head and think of my hometown."

A simple four-line poem.

After the recitation, it directly invokes the Literary Saint Phantom to recite as well.

The entire world.

It's as if only the sound of this poem remains.

This poem was published.

Jun Wuya's Literary Dao reached a new level.

The Literary Saint Phantom seemed to have solidified to the extreme.

It was as if a true literary sage had descended.

It makes one want to pay homage.

The poem spread far and wide, touching the hearts of many and causing them all to pause in surprise.

"What a beautiful poem!"

Chen Ning, standing to the side, secretly chuckled to himself.

I knew this guy would be tough to deal with, luckily I had a sudden inspiration and sent Jun Wuya a timeless poem via telepathy.

For other practitioners, it may simply be a poem for enjoyment.

But for Jun Wuya cultivated the Way of Literary Dao...

This is like fine wine and nectar.

It was like finding a priceless treasure.

Because of this poem, Jun Wuya's Literary Dao realm has reached a new level.

The first two lines are simple and unadorned, as if they were written casually.

Simple and clear.

Yet, there's more to say.

The last two lines deepen the feeling of homesickness.

Cultivators often travel long distances, crossing mountains and rivers to seek the Dao in distant lands.

This poem is a perfect match.

This resonated deeply with many practitioners.

The golden body of the Literary Saint Phantom was dazzlingly bright, while Aofeng's aura waned in comparison.

It felt as if I were facing a true Saint of Literary Dao.

Even the Heaven-Praying Technique that had turned the tide had lost its effectiveness.

The Literary Saint Phantom lightly flicked his fingers.

Aofeng's entire body trembled.

An unimaginable pressure rolled down.

Then.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The floorboards were crushed by the pressure.

Along with the floor, Aofeng's pride was also crushed.

At this moment, he...

His resolve to follow the Dao was damaged.

His eyes were hollow and terrifying.

Just as Jun Wuya said, one move is enough to extinguish his arrogance.

Jun Wuya then dispelled the Literary Saint Phantom, and bowed to Chen Ning, saying, "Disciple Wuya has not failed in his mission."

"Good."

Chen Ning gave a thumbs-up.

Jun Wuya can be considered the strongest disciple of the Dragon-Seeking Sect besides Ling Xiaoxiao.

He is destined to become the most outstanding disciple and compete with other super powers in the future.

Therefore, gifting him a poem would also strengthen the team's capabilities.

As for the Poison Venerable, he still hasn't been able to accept Aofeng's defeat.

They stood there, stunned.

Aofeng only lost a match; at most, it affected his Dao heart.

But the price he, the Poison Venerable, was gambling with was incredibly high.

He can't afford to lose...