The True Young Supreme

On the other side, Qin Zhaoer's battle was also nearing its end.

Qin Wangchuan did not intervene, but simply watched the battle quietly from the sidelines.

For Qin Zhaoer, this was also an excellent opportunity to hone her newly acquired boxing skills.

In the center of the battlefield, the two clashed for more than ten rounds.

Although Qin Kuangge's punches were repeatedly neutralized by "Soft Water Silk Weave," they remained fierce and unparalleled.

Finally, Qin Zhaoer found a tiny opening, and with a flash of light in her palm, the Hundred-Weapon Bell solidified once more, revealing the enormous black and gold scythe!

The scythe drew a chilling arc, like a new moon breaking at dawn, precisely grazing the chest of the phantom.

Qin Kuangge's figure paused, then transformed into specks of starlight and began to dissipate.

"Huff... huff..."

Qin Zhaoer leaned on the ground with her sickle, slightly out of breath, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

She stared at the gradually dissipating starlight, stunned for a moment, then her eyes flashed with an unbelievable brilliance, and she jumped up in delight:

"I won!"

She turned in the direction where the illusory figure had vanished, raised her chin like a proud peacock. "Old man! See that? I'm stronger than you now!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already transformed into a fragrant breeze, running joyfully to Qin Wangchuan's side, grabbing his arm and shaking it vigorously.

Her previous arrogant demeanor had completely vanished. Now, her eyes were sparkling, and her face was filled with uncontrollable excitement and a longing for recognition.

"Did you see that? I won! I won!"

Qin Wangchuan felt the strength in his arm and saw the rare, undisguised pure joy she displayed. A barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes:

"Don't be too happy yet. This is not the real Fourth Brother, and the academy has not manifested the true power of the Sacred Body."

The Azure Heaven Hegemon Body is Sacred Body that proves the Dao through physical prowess, and its hardness far surpasses that of Saint Weapon.

In other words, the real Qin Kuangge has arrived, and standing here, she can't break through his defenses even if she tries to hit him.

Qin Zhaoer's excited expression froze instantly. She pursed her lips, as if she had been doused with cold water, and angrily shook off his arm, turning away with a huff.

"You brat!" she muttered under her breath, her voice filled with resentment and Qi Ingestion. "Would it kill you to praise me?"

Watching her unusually sulky back, Qin Wangchuan shook his head helplessly, finally reaching out and gently placing his hand on her head, rubbing it.

"Alright," his voice held a gentleness he himself didn't even realize, "Great, great. Is that alright?"

The familiar, slightly perfunctory praise immediately pleased Qin Zhaoer, and her little temper vanished in an instant.

But outwardly, she still pouted and gave a soft snort:

"Hmph, just going through the motions."

But the slight upturn of her lips betrayed her true feelings.

Without another word, the group adjusted their breathing and headed together towards the teleportation array leading to the next level.

Enter the ninth floor.

Zhou Yunyi glanced at the phantom guarding this floor, and seeing that there was only one person, he curled his lip and said in a relaxed tone:

"Only one? Watch our speedrun!"

Having won several battles before, he is now very confident and eager to make a difference.

But Qin Wangchuan looked serious and raised his hand to stop him.

"On this floor, he's the only one who's perfectly normal." Qin Wangchuan looked at the back of the person in front of him and slowly uttered the name, "Chu Clan, Chu Qingyan."

Chu Qingyan.

The moment the name was uttered, even Zhou Yunyi's expression changed instantly.

Although he had never actually met the person, he had heard the name for a long time.

Qin Wudao, this name represents the pinnacle of an era.

Few can rival Qin Wudao's brilliance, but only one can withstand his Qin Wudao defeat.

One of them was Chu Qingyan.

He is also known as the First Person under the ceiling.

Just then, the figure seemed to awaken from the ancient silence.

He slowly turned around, revealing an exceptionally handsome face. His eyes and brows seemed to contain the sun, moon, and stars, and his Dao Rhyme flowed naturally around him, making him one with the world.

Chu Qingyan's gaze swept over the group, finally settling on Qin Wangchuan and Qin Zhaoer, where it paused slightly.

He didn't rush to act, but instead spoke calmly, his voice steady yet carrying a profound understanding of everything:

"I am Chu Qingyan, who once swept across Three Thousand Provinces, shattered imperial passes, and suppressed Myriad Ages geniuses throughout the Prodigy. I hold a unique place in the highest heavens."

Chu Qingyan's gaze finally settled on Qin Wangchuan, as if piercing through Myriad Ages:

"Successor, you... carry his aura within you."

Qin Wangchuan wanted to speak, but Chu Qingyan gently raised her hand, and an invisible force enveloped the entire area, rendering everyone speechless.

No need to answer.

He seemed to have seen through everything, his eyes carrying a sense of fatalistic loneliness.

"I know your origins, and I also know that I will inevitably enter this Myriad Dao Book Palace and become a mark on future generations' trials."

"However," he paused slightly, his aura suddenly becoming ethereal and lofty, the entire space resonating with his breath, "That doesn't mean I'll hold back."

Chu Qingyan's gaze sharpened as he looked at Qin Wangchuan:

State your name.

"Qin Wangchuan."

Just by looking at him, you can tell he's on a completely different level from the previous people. This Chu Qingyan is ridiculously strong.

"Qin Wangchuan... Okay."

Chu Qingyan nodded slightly, and when he looked up again, the entire space on the ninth floor suddenly froze.

The light was dim, and the air became thick and sticky. Zhou Yunyi even felt his breath catch in his throat, as if an invisible hand was choking him.

"Successor," Chu Qingyan's voice no longer carried the ethereal quality of time, but transformed into rolling thunder, resonating and echoing in every inch of space, "Witness me, and then... submit to defeat."

The moment he finished speaking, he was no longer "a person," but had become the embodiment of the rules.

The figure expanded and rose amidst endless Lightning Light, and a colossal Dharma Manifestation, wearing an imperial crown and a robe of ten thousand lightning bolts, stood between heaven and earth.

The face of the Dharma Manifestation Image was blurred, only the eyes that looked down upon all living beings surged with ancient thunder and lightning.

"The Heaven and Earth Law ·" The Archaic Thunder Emperor's Execution ""

Once the declaration is made, its Law Follows Words.

That wasn't a sound, but a command of rules.

The entire ninth floor of the Book Palace was transformed into his Thunder Pool Domain in an instant!

Qin Wangchuan gazed at the gradually solidifying, towering Dharma Manifestation before him, his eyes flashing rapidly as he instantly understood.

The Dharma Manifestation is essentially a concrete manifestation that evolves from its own domain.

Previously, whether it was Chu Wujiu or the Dharma Manifestation of others, although they were majestic, they always seemed to lack that absolute sense of oppression that resonated with heaven and earth and Law Follows Words.

Now, it finally tastes right.

The law manifests according to the domain.

The domain is the Dharma Manifestation, Dharma Manifestation is the rule!

This is the true demeanor of a young Supreme Being standing at the pinnacle of an era!