Invincible

The violent collision caused the mountain beneath their feet to tremble violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

A powerful surge of Mana swept out, stirring up a cloud of dust like a whirlwind. The old trees on the mountain's surface were uprooted and crumbled before they even hit the ground.

Even the aftershocks of such a collision required some weaker disciples of immortal sects to exert all their strength to withstand.

It's hard to believe that this was all caused by the younger generation.

"That was... the Golden Scale Saint Son, wasn't it?"

"With such formidable strength, it's no wonder he's widely recognized as a leading figure among the younger generation."

"Even Lu Bai, a genius of the Qingwang Sect, would likely be in grave danger after enduring such a terrifying attack."

"How is the situation now?"

Hearing the discussions among the disciples of the immortal sect, Lu Bai raised his hand and waved his hand, using his magic Mana to dispel the smoke and dust that were obscuring his vision, revealing the attacker's appearance to him.

Golden light flashed in the eyes of the Golden Scale Saint Son. With his body tempering technique activated at full power, his fist, which looked like it was made of pure gold, pulsated with a hazy divine light.

However, what is noteworthy is that a few beads of blood have seeped from the surface of this seemingly powerful and unyielding fist.

Clearly, he did not gain any advantage in the previous clash.

In fact, Lu Bai did not take any countermeasures at all; he simply maintained his [Steel Body] ability.

With the powerful effect of [Steel Body], it is possible to completely ignore the attacks of the Golden Scale Saint Son.

However, the other party was unaware of this and assumed that Lu Bai, like him, followed the path of body tempering.

Judging from the Golden Scale Saint Son's expression, he was not afraid; on the contrary, due to Lu Bai's powerful performance, a strong fighting spirit surged in his heart.

It is the Dao that is revered by its contemporaries, and it cultivates the belief that it is invincible through continuous victories.

Having encountered a body-tempering cultivator similar to himself, the Golden Scale Saint Son had no reason to back down.

His fighting spirit grew stronger and stronger, even affecting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him.

"I truly underestimated you. I never expected someone from the Qingwang Sect to possess such astonishing strength. It's a pity... it's useless!"

The Golden Scale Saint Son suddenly mobilized the power of every bone and muscle in his body, his eyes blazing with a frenzied killing intent. "I will use your fortune and your defeat to nourish my path to the pinnacle!"

Compared to the frenzied and excited atmosphere surrounding the Golden Scale Saint Son, Lu Bai seemed rather unremarkable in comparison.

Especially with his harmless smile, almost no one could sense any threat from him.

The commotion they caused naturally attracted the attention of other prominent figures among the younger generation.

"Lu Bai might really be in danger this time." The Drinking Youth, sensing the obvious difference in their auras, shook his head inwardly.

The Sword Wielding Disciple from the Jiange, holding his sword case, stood beside the Drinking Youth. He didn't rush to make a judgment, but simply noted, "Lu Bai seems a little too calm."

As the aura of the Golden Scale Saint Son rose to its peak, the surrounding discussions suddenly fell silent, as if someone had choked them.

The disciples of the immortal sects who were still able to watch the battle were at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, so they could naturally sense that the battle was about to break out.

Bang!

As expected, the Golden Scale Saint Son made his move. He stomped the ground with his violent power, and the mountain peak couldn't withstand it, showing signs of cracking.

Using this enormous reaction force, he rushed toward Lu Bai with incredible speed, his swinging fist making the very space seem to tremble.

This time, Lu Bai did not let the opponent attack him again. He smiled and raised his right palm, stretching it out horizontally.

Like a traffic policeman directing traffic, he signaled the vehicles in front of him to stop.

Boom!!!

The mountain peaks trembled, and an extremely violent force surged and spread in all directions like a tidal wave.

However, as the source of this power fluctuation, Lu Bai remained as relaxed as an outsider.

He firmly grasped the Golden Scale Saint Son's fist in his hand, his arm remaining straight without bending even slightly during the collision.

"I don't quite understand why you're so irritable..."

Lu Bai smiled, speaking as if he were teasing a child, "But you probably never realized how big the gap is between us from the very beginning."

Upon witnessing this scene, every single disciple of the immortal sect watching the battle couldn't help but show an expression of disbelief.

To be honest, they could accept that Lu Bai and the Golden Scale Saint Son were locked in a fierce battle, and that whoever won in the end wouldn't be unacceptable.

It's precisely because of this one-sided domination that things shouldn't have happened, and why was it described so casually?

This almost went so far as to challenge their understanding.

After all, whether it's the Golden Scale Saint Son, the Sword Wielding Disciple, or the True Inheritance of other great sects...

In reality, their aptitude is of the Heaven Grade, which is the pinnacle of mortal talent.

Therefore, they naturally assumed that Lu Bai also possessed this level of talent, never dreaming that someone of their generation could be so ridiculously strong.

Everyone else was so shocked, and the Golden Scale Saint Son, who was experiencing it firsthand, could clearly feel how outrageous Lu Bai's strength was.

He felt like he was playing with his father when he was a child, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from his father's palm.

"No... this is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Golden Scale Saint Son's eyes turned red. He couldn't accept defeat, let alone that he had lost so miserably.

For a cultivator who has reached his level of body tempering, it is no exaggeration to say that his physical body is comparable to that of metal. He quickly raised his free left arm and punched Lu Bai in the face, which seemed to be unprepared.

A fierce gust of wind rushed towards him, but Lu Bai didn't even blink, raising his hand as if swatting a mosquito.

Forces act in pairs.

Relying on the powerful effects of [Steel Body], and fueled by the Mana he had cultivated through hard work and sweat, the slap he delivered was actually quite terrifying.

On the spot, the Golden Scale Saint Son's left arm was twisted to an exaggerated degree that was so absurd it made one's teeth ache.

Lu Bai followed up with a kick, sending the Golden Scale Saint Son flying backward like a kite with a broken string, his hot, golden blood splattering onto the ground.

Everyone, including the Jiange Sword Wielding Disciple had remained calm throughout, gasped in shock.

No one could remain calm. Even someone as powerful as the Golden Scale Saint Son, a leading figure among the younger generation, was like a three-year-old child in front of Lu Bai, utterly powerless to resist. It was simply unimaginable.

Lu Bai showed no intention of pressing his advantage. He dusted off non-existent dust from his body, then raised his palms a few times in all directions and spoke gently.

"You guys continue, do what you're doing, don't worry about me."