Powerful Counterattack

Zhao Wuji was positively radiant at this moment, brimming with high spirits.

A teasing smile hung on his face, arrogance in his eyes. His hands continued to clap lightly as he slowly walked to the mountain gate. Looking at Chen Fan, imprisoned by the power of space, he shook his head and laughed. "Chen Fan, you really dared to come. And it seems you came prepared."

The moment Chen Fan saw Zhao Wuji, his expression darkened slightly. He hastened the circulation of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art within his body, even drawing upon a sliver of the Taiji Diagram's power—the very power currently suppressing his inner demon—because he knew that the Supreme Restriction was the nemesis of those curse runes. The two could cancel each other out.

Yet neither Zhao Wuji nor anyone else present noticed anything unusual about Chen Fan. And Fang Changqing, Shu Mountain's rumored sect leader, had yet to appear.

"But it seems this little bit of skill amounts to nothing."

Zhao Wuji shook his head, seemingly disappointed. Turning to the Shu Mountain elder, he smiled. "Elder Xu, there is no need to worry. I can easily break such a petty trick."

As he spoke, some of the scars on his hand flickered with a red gleam. Several red Supreme runes then flowed from his palm, forming a thin scarlet streak that shot straight toward the Shu Mountain elder's chest.

Whoosh!

In just a few breaths, the Shu Mountain elder's sealed cultivation surged upward. The curse runes within him were swiftly neutralized by the Supreme runes, and in an instant, he returned to his peak condition—back to the middle Soul Division Stage.

The crowd stared, dumbstruck. The Shu Mountain elder himself was utterly astonished. This method was simply too astounding: one could instantly seal away a person's cultivation,