Can't beat you? Then I'll call in more people!

Even though he was injured and fell to around level one and a half of the Second Level Martial Emperor...

The gap remains an insurmountable chasm.

But Su Zhan never relied on sheer brute force to win.

He relies on the flexibility and teamwork of his six key abilities combined.

"Sect Master," Su Zhan said, putting his hands in his pockets, "Your house is decorated too gloomy. Have you considered changing the style?"

The Sect Master stood up.

The chair slid backward and crashed into the wall behind it.

Liquid Devil Qi surged up from the soles of his feet, climbed up his legs, and coiled around his entire body. His skin became transparent under the influence of the Devil Qi, revealing the black blood vessels and beating heart beneath.

"Is the style bad?"

He lifted his hand slightly.

The power surging from that old hand froze the air in the entire hall for two breaths.

Su Zhan's eardrums buzzed.

The oppressive aura of the Martial Emperor.

It has arrived.

The pressure from the Martial Emperor that the Yuan Household endured in the Mustard Seed Grotto-Heaven was on a completely different level compared to the blow they received face-to-face.

A divine thought projection from thousands of miles away, and the release of the physical body at close range—

It's at least ten times worse.

Su Zhan's knees bent slightly.

It's not that you're supposed to kneel; it's that your body is instinctively bearing the weight.

With a soft "hum," the Immovable Wisdom King Wall activated, its dark golden defensive shell repelling the oppressive force.

Su Zhan straightened his knees.

"That's it?" He tilted his head.

The Sect Master's black pupils contracted slightly.

He lifted his hand a second time.

This time it wasn't just simple intimidation.

The dark purple spirit lamps on the dome of the main hall all shattered. Darkness descended.

In the darkness, countless black beams of light shot towards Su Zhan from all directions— the Dark River beneath his feet, the dome above his head, the walls to his left and right, and the Palace Gate behind him—an attack from every angle.

Each strand of light carried destructive energy at the Martial Emperor level.

Su Zhan's physical body was ravaged by this attack—

Boom!

A hole thirty feet wide was blasted into the back wall of the main hall.

Smoke and dust billowed.

The Sect Master stood still, black liquid churning beneath his feet.

He stared at the large, smoke-filled hole.

Five breaths later, the smoke and dust dissipated.

Su Zhan emerged from the rubble.

His coat was torn in half. Only one sleeve remained. There was a shallow wound on his left shoulder that ran across his chest, but it was bleeding.

The Immovable Wisdom King Wall shimmered with a dark golden light before him, its surface covered with cracks.

But it didn't break.

The adaptive defense neutralized the attack of over three hundred light cables at the last moment. The cost was that the light barrier withstood an overload-level impact and will require time to repair.

Su Zhan reached out and touched the wound on his shoulder.

My fingertips were stained with blood.

He glanced at the blood on his fingertip, then at the Sect Master standing in the distance.

"I'm bleeding."

The Sect Master's brow twitched slightly.

A young man at the Martial King Rank only suffered superficial injuries after taking a full-force attack from a Martial Emperor level.

"Interesting," the Sect Master muttered.

Su Zhan stretched his neck.

"Is it my turn?"

Lightning flashed beneath Su Zhan's feet, and he took a step forward.

There was no charge, no build-up of strength—it simply took a light, unsteady step.

But this step covers a distance of thirty zhang.

He appeared five zhang in front of the Sect Master.

He raised his right fist, and a burst of crimson True Fire enveloped the fist as he blasted it out.

The Blazing Dragon Venerate only used 60% of his power in this punch—he didn't try to withstand the suppressed 30%, but simply bypassed it. The remaining 70% fire and 60% power combined—

"Bang!"

The Sect Master made a fist with his left hand, forming a black aura shield in front of him.

The fist slammed into the air shield.

The shockwave exploded to both sides, and the liquid Devil Qi on the floor of the hall was ripped into two black walls of water.

The airbag was dented a few inches, but not broken.

"Is that all the strength you have?" The Sect Master's voice carried a hint of disappointment.

Su Zhan didn't respond.

Follow with your left hand.

The palm of your hand holds not fire—but poison.

A fist-sized, eerie green poison bullet, condensed from the Myriad Poisons Divine Farmer's Canon, slid across the surface of the air shield.

The poison bomb did not explode.

It left a thin green coating on the surface of the air shield.

"A little trick." The Sect Master's black pupils swept over the green membrane, and with a flick of his right hand, the Devil Qi outside the protective barrier surged, attempting to wash away the poisonous membrane.