The Contest for First Holy Son
Chen Changqing looked at Jian Zhenzi, who had landed on the arena, and couldn't help but smile slightly.
"I never expected that my senior brother would return to the mountain at this time."
He had learned about it from Liu Mu Mukouzi before the Holy Son Grand Competition even began.
Jian Zhenzi is away traveling and has not yet returned; he will not participate in this Holy Son Grand Competition.
Chen Changqing didn't pay much attention to this.
He understood his senior brother quite well.
I know that he is wholeheartedly devoted to the way of the sword.
Jian Zhenzi didn't care about empty titles like "Holy Son".
To Chen Changqing's surprise,
Jian Zhenzi actually managed to return during the second stage of the Holy Son Grand Competition, the Holy Son Battle.
"I wonder if Senior Brother is a match for Luo Futian?"
Chen Changqing secretly harbored suspicions.
I could tell from the moment I saw Luo Futian that his cultivation had already reached the late stage of the Luo Futian Late Spirit Transformation.
As for Jian Zhenzi, he had just entered the Spirit Transformation Early Stage.
There is a significant difference in their levels of cultivation.
However, Chen Changqing had fought with Jian Zhenzi before and knew that Jian Zhenzi's strength could not be judged by his cultivation level.
To be fair, Jian Zhenzi was once the number one figure on the Azure Dragon Ranking.
In addition, he holds the record for a thousand consecutive wins on the Blood Moon Arena within the Blood Moon World.
His talent and aptitude should not be underestimated.
"Holy Son, Luo Futian's cultivation is significantly higher than that of Jian Zhenzi Holy Son."
"If the Jian Zhenzi Holy Son this battle, then the title of the First Holy Son of Mount Shu will belong to Luo Futian."
Liu Mu said in a low voice.
Upon hearing this, Chen Changqing smiled faintly and replied:
Don't worry!
"This First Holy Son is definitely not Luo Futian."
When he said this, Chen Changqing appeared very confident.
In his view, even if his senior brother Jian Zhenzi was defeated by Luo Futian, he would never allow Luo Futian to take the position of the First Holy Son.
Putting everything else aside, the contemptuous and arrogant attitude Luo Futian showed him earlier made Chen Changqing very dislike him.
At this moment, on the arena...
Upon seeing Jian Zhenzi descend, Luo Futian was overjoyed.
"Ha ha!"
"Jian Zhenzi, your return is perfectly timed."
Luo Futian laughed loudly as he spoke.
He was quite disappointed and even depressed when he learned that Jian Zhenzi would not be returning to Mount Shu to participate in the Holy Son Grand Competition.
After all, he had long coveted the position of the First Holy Son of Mount Shu.
However, if Jian Zhenzi does not participate, then he will have no chance to challenge Jian Zhenzi.
Just now, Luo Futian originally intended to have Chen Changqing go up to the arena to fight him, wanting to teach Chen Changqing a good lesson.
Before he could even utter a word, he sensed Jian Zhenzi's presence.
Compared to teaching Chen Changqing, Luo Futian naturally wanted to defeat Jian Zhenzi and become the true number First Holy Son of Mount Shu.
Upon hearing what Luo Futian said, Jian Zhenzi remained indifferent and said calmly:
"Junior Brother Luo."
"Didn't you want to challenge me?"
"Make your move!"
Upon hearing this, Luo Futian raised his head and stared intently at Jian Zhenzi, saying:
"Senior Brother Jian Zhenzi!"
"I lost to you last time, but things are very different now."
As he said this, Luo Futian had an arrogant expression on his face.
Before returning to Mount Shu, he went back to his Lineage. Under the baptism of the Lineage's bloodline, his cultivation level increased dramatically, directly reaching the Late Spirit Transformation!
In Luo Futian's view, with his current strength, crushing Jian Zhenzi was a piece of cake.
Jian Zhenzi seemed completely unconcerned about what Luo Futian said.
He naturally sensed Luo Futian's cultivation level.
However, he was not afraid at all.
His swordsmanship is one of unwavering advance, so why would he be intimidated by Luo Futian's superior cultivation?
After a moment of silence, Jian Zhenzi coldly said:
"That's how it is."
"Then let me see how much you've improved."
After saying that, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from Jian Zhenzi's body.
Seeing this, Luo Futian didn't say a word. He shook his arms and directly released the aura and pressure of Late Spirit Transformation.
"Boom..."
In no time, their auras clashed on the arena.
"Bang bang!"
The mere clash of their oppressive auras caused the entire arena to tremble violently, distorting the very space around it.
Fortunately, the arena was protected by restrictions set up by Elder Xuanchen, so the power of the clash between the two did not leak out.
At this moment, the many Mount Shu disciples around the arena were all dumbfounded.
"What... what a terrifying aura!"
"This is just a clash of auras and pressure; it doesn't count as a real fight."
"I wonder, in this battle, who will emerge victorious between Senior Brother Jian Zhenzi and Senior Brother Luo Futian?"
"It must be Senior Brother Luo Futian, right? He's at the Late Spirit Transformation stage! Such cultivation is comparable to the Peak Scion of the Seven Peaks!"
"I don't think so. Jian Zhenzi is no less capable!"
"That's right. Although his cultivation level is not as high as Luo Futian's, Jian Zhenzi's talent and aptitude are obvious to all."
"..."
Immediately, the disciples discussed among themselves, with some favoring Luo Futian and others favoring Jian Zhenzi.
Besides them, the other Mount Shu Holy Son also stared intently.
Deep down, I was also very curious.
Will the position of the First Holy Son of Mount Shu change hands today?
Just as everyone was speculating, the two on the stage finished their clash of auras, neither of them able to gain the upper hand in the contest of imposing presence.
"How?"
"Junior Brother Luo only went back to his Lineage, and he's only improved this much?"
"Your Late Spirit Transformation cultivation seems... a bit weak!"
Jian Zhenzi glanced at Luo Futian and said with a look of disdain.
"Giggle!"
Upon hearing Jian Zhenzi's words, Luo Futian gritted his teeth and roared angrily:
"Snort!"
"Stop being so arrogant!"
"Take this!"
Before the words had even finished, Luo Futian, without waiting for Jian Zhenzi's reply, took the initiative to attack.
"Boom!"
He then pointed his fingers together like a sword, his internal True Qi surging wildly and rapidly condensing at his fingertips.
"Call out!"
When they looked again, Luo Futian had already sent it out with a flick of his finger.
In an instant, a highly refined Blood Sword Aura, wrapped in dark golden bloodline runes, tore through the sky and shot straight toward Jian Zhenzi.
This attack was terrifyingly powerful.
Wherever the Blood Sword Aura passed, it seemed as if space itself was being sliced apart.
Faced with Luo Futian's attack, Jian Zhenzi hardened, and he also pointed with his fingers.
"Boom!"
"Call out..."
Then, a Clear Sword Aura shot straight towards Luo Futian's Blood Sword Aura.
The moment this Sword Gale was unleashed, time and space seemed to freeze.
"Bang!"
In no time, the Sword Gale energy they each unleashed collided violently.
A deafening roar resounded, and the entire arena was instantly engulfed in shockwaves. The surrounding protective light barriers trembled precariously under the terrifying impact.
The Mount Shu disciples around the arena gasped in astonishment upon seeing this.
"How... how terrifying!"
"With such power, I'm afraid we wouldn't even last a single move!"
"As expected of the first Second Holy Sons!"
"I wonder when I'll be able to reach their level of strength?"
"..."
Many disciples sighed with emotion, all deeply shocked by the exchange between the two.