Becoming the First Holy Son

Just as everyone in Mount Shu was stunned by Chen Changqing.

On the arena where the Questioning Platform) is located.

Luo Futian staggered to his feet from the giant pit.

He was panting heavily, staring fiercely at Chen Changqing.

"Chen Changqing!"

"You... you can't possibly defeat me!"

As he stared intently, Luo Futian couldn't help but roar out loud.

Upon hearing this, Chen Changqing gave a cold smile and replied:

"Senior Brother Luo, is this some kind of impotent rage?"

Upon hearing Chen Changqing's words, Luo Futian gritted his teeth in anger.

"Ahh!"

The next moment, he couldn't help but roar to the sky.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, a vast and powerful Qi and Blood of the Witch Clan began to emanate from his body.

In less than a few breaths, Luo Futian's enormous body seemed to be shrouded in a tangible Sha Qi.

Those huge eyes turned bloodshot.

Chen Changqing remained unconcerned and coldly remarked:

"Senior Brother Luo."

"If you have any other tricks up your sleeve, you'd better use them as soon as possible."

Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be no other chance.

As soon as Chen Changqing uttered those words, Luo Futian's anger was completely ignited.

"Boom!"

When viewed again, its massive body had transformed into a streak of blood-red light, hurtling straight toward Chen Changqing.

Chen Changqing saw this, but remained calm and composed.

He looked as if he didn't take Luo Futian's attack seriously at all.

Seeing Luo Futian's attack coming, Chen Changqing gently raised his hand, not drawing his sword, but casually throwing a punch with his free hand.

This punch, though seemingly casual, actually employed the Heavenly Emperor Divine Fist.

"Boom!"

With a single punch, the immense Fist Force of the fist, like a meteor falling from the sky, clashed with Luo Futian's giant fist in an instant.

"Bang!"

A deafeningly loud punch rang out.

Luo Futian's enormous body was actually sent flying by Chen Changqing's seemingly casual punch.

"Pfft..."

As he was sent flying backward, Luo Futian coughed up blood, and the Sha Qi surrounding him was torn apart and thrown into chaos by Chen Changqing's Fist Force.

"Ah?"

"This...?"

"His Fist Force is that strong?"

"He sent Luo Futian flying with just one punch?"

What's going on?

"Just how many tricks does Chen Changqing still have up his sleeve?"

"Why do I find myself increasingly unable to understand Chen Changqing?"

"..."

Many disciples gasped in shock.

Before they could recover from their shock, Chen Changqing leaped forward and attacked again.

"The Fourth Form of Immortal Execution!"

"Dao Reversal!"

After leaping into the air, Chen Changqing held the sword hilt upside down, slashing the blade in reverse with slow movements.

"Boom!"

But then, the space-time around the arena seemed to distort.

This sword strike seemed to only affect the spacetime of heaven and earth, without generating any substantial Sword Qi.

Luo Futian, who had been sent flying by Chen Changqing, regained his footing and, ignoring the stinging pain in his body, quickly gathered all his strength.

"Boom!"

The next moment, he suddenly threw a punch.

However, what shocked Luo Futian the most was...

Just after he threw that punch, the terrifying Fist Force had only traveled a short distance when it strangely changed direction and slammed towards his own chest!

"Ah?"

Luo Futian was stunned when he saw this.

Without time to think about anything else, I quickly turned to the side.

Even so, the Fist Force still landed heavily on Luo Futian's shoulder.

"Snap!"

With a cracking sound, Luo Futian let out a muffled groan, his massive body staggering as he crashed to the ground.

"The Fourth Form of the Eight Desolations Spear Technique"

"The Northern Black Tortoise Suppresses the Abyss!"

Just then, Chen Changqing's clone made its move.

"Boom!"

With a single thrust, the spear's momentum instantly became as steady as a mountain!

The spear, like a black tortoise Sea Suppressing, carried unparalleled suppressive power as it fiercely attacked Luo Futian.

At the same time, Chen Changqing's main body also seized the opportunity.

"Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique!"

He made a gesture of drawing his sword, and then a Sword Light slashed down, heading straight for Luo Futian.

"Ah?"

Luo Futian, who had fallen to the ground, was completely dumbfounded when he saw Chen Changqing and his clone descending upon him with their attack.

Before Luo Futian could think any further, the fierce suppressive force descended first, directly enveloping Luo Futian and stunning him.

"Ugh!"

Luo Futian's brows furrowed, and he struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Then, a Sword Light, like a silver ribbon, swiftly streaked down in front of Luo Futian.

"Bang!"

Then, a deafening roar resounded.

When they looked again, dust filled the sky above Luo Futian's location.

The fierce impact shattered the entire arena, leaving it riddled with cracks. The protective barrier surrounding the arena was also overwhelmed and collapsed!

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone present was stunned into silence, their expressions filled with utter shock.

"This?"

"It seems that Senior Brother Luo is completely powerless against Chen Changqing after his strength increased!"

Is it over?

"What just happened? How could the Fist Force Senior Brother Luo's punch have reversed and hit me instead?"

What kind of sword technique or supernatural Divine Ability did Chen Changqing use?

"..."

Many disciples of Mount Shu were astonished, their expressions filled with surprise.

The tremors subsided shortly afterward.

Upon closer inspection, it was seen that Luo Futian on the arena had already returned to normal from his enormous body.

The man lay limp on the ground, his face deathly pale.

On his chest was a deep sword wound that exposed the bone, from which bright red blood flowed continuously.

His aura was extremely weak, as if he might faint at any moment.

Everyone watching was stunned by what they saw.

"You... you won?"

"Chen Changqing won?"

"Luo Futian has been defeated just like that?"

"Chen Changqing has become the First Holy Son?"

"That's way too strong!"

"..."

Amidst the awe, exclamations of amazement swept across the room like a tidal wave.

No one expected that Chen Changqing would be so ridiculously strong after revealing his true strength!

Even Luo Futian, who had awakened the true form of the Witch Clan Bloodline, was powerless against him.

Just as everyone was in shock, Chen Changqing glanced indifferently at Luo Futian, who had no strength left to fight, and then looked at the other Holy Sons below the arena.

"Is there anyone else who wants to come up and take on the challenge?"

As Chen Changqing questioned him, all the Holy Sons below the stage fell silent, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Chen Changqing.

This Chen Changqing not only possesses the Late Spirit Transformation stage, but also wields two great Immortal Artifacts, in addition to that mysterious clone...

Even Luo Futian was no match for him, so how could they dare to compete with him for anything?

Seeing that no Holy Son dared to step onto the stage to challenge, Chen Changqing smiled faintly, and with a thought, the clone standing to the side instantly vanished without a trace.