"Buzz!"
Jin Zhen needed to consider the reputation of the two great immortal families, but Lin Fan didn't need to consider anyone's reputation.
The moment he finished speaking, a wisp of chaotic immortal Immortal Qi emanated from his fingertips, like a chess piece gently flicked away, silently passing through the air between the two of them.
quick.
Just as Jin Zhen's pupils contracted, the wisp of Immortal Qi had already traversed ten zhang and arrived three feet in front of his face.
Jin Zhen did not back down.
Lin Fan made the first move, which suited his purposes perfectly; he had been worried about not having an opportunity to attack Lin Fan.
The two prodigies from the two immortal families remained silent, wanting to see what Lin Fan was capable of.
The Innate Immortal Qi around Jin Zhen suddenly exploded, like a powder keg being ignited, condensing into a golden light curtain in front of him.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound.
The Chaos Immortal Qi fell onto the golden light screen like a heavy hammer striking a bell, causing the light screen to tremble violently and a hair-thin crack to appear on its surface.
Jin Zhen's expression changed.
He originally thought that even if the other party had condensed three strands of Immortal Qi, he was still Early-Stage Quasi-Emperor and whose foundation was not yet stable, so his control over the Immortal Qi would not be too strong.
But when that Chaos Immortal Qi landed on his protective light barrier, he felt a sense of near-perfect and profound warmth, as if that wisp of Immortal Qi had been tempered countless times within his body.
"You..."
Jin Zhen wanted to speak, but Lin Fan didn't give him a chance.
His figure had vanished from its original spot, and in the next instant, he appeared above Jin Zhen's head. He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and Chaos Qi in his palm into a golden dragon head phantom.
True Dragon Palm.
A dragon's roar exploded, and a golden dragon shadow, carrying a second wisp of immortal Immortal Qi, pressed down fiercely.
Jin Zhen clasped his hands together, and two streams of Immortal Qi gathered around him simultaneously—one pure gold and the other slightly gray—intertwining to form a two-colored shield that withstood the attack.
boom!
The two-tone shield shook violently, and cracks spread again.
Several cracks appeared in the bluestone ground beneath Jin Zhen's feet, causing him to sink half an inch under the pressure. A genuine sense of gravity finally surfaced deep in his pupils.
"You... truly possess three strands of Immortal Qi."
He had previously been skeptical of the claim that Lin Fan possessed three strands of Immortal Qi.
He knew better than anyone how difficult it was to condense two streams of Immortal Qi!
Not to mention the legendary three streams of Immortal Qi!
Only now, with the weight of the two streams of Immortal Qi landing on him, did he finally confirm the truth of the matter.
" Jin Zhen's protective aura... is cracked?"
The cultivators who had been observing from the sidelines had now fallen completely silent. "That Lin Clan prince's punch just now directly pressed him down by half an inch!"
"This isn't a test, this is outright annihilation!"
"Look, was Jin Zhen taking a step back just now?"
"It wasn't a retreat, it was a forced retreat!"
Hearing the crowd's discussion, Jin Zhen steadied himself, and the somber coldness in his eyes finally transformed into a more solid killing intent.
"Buzz!"
He took a deep breath, and the two streams of Immortal Qi around him lit up simultaneously, no longer concealed or restrained, like two dragons that had been completely unsealed, surging and swirling around him.
"Good."
He spoke, his voice hoarse yet carrying a resolute determination. "Very well, then I'll show you what a true Emperor Pass- Quasi-Emperor of the Imperial Pass is all about."
He moved.
With incredible speed, golden laws left a long trail around him, and he resembled a golden spear that had been thrown, carrying the full power of two streams of Immortal Qi as he punched towards Lin Fan's chest.
He didn't hold back with that punch.
This is a strike that Jin Zhen used in the battle that made him famous at Emperor Pass...
He unleashed the same punch that allowed him to reverse the tide and defeat Peak Quasi-Emperor at the Mid-Stage Quasi-Emperor once again.
The void collapsed at the point where the fist force passed, creating a spiderweb-like crack, with golden fragments of law churning at the edges of the crack.
Lin Fan did not dodge.
He raised his fist to meet the attack, and Chaos Qi condensed into three superimposed light patterns on the surface of his fist.
The Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Art was activated simultaneously, and the phantoms of the three precious techniques appeared behind him, then converged into a line, condensing into a deep, chaotic pillar of light on his fist.
The combined full force of two streams of Immortal Qi, amplified by three of the Ten Ferocious Beasts' Treasure Techniques!
boom...
A deep, muffled boom erupted from the point where the fists collided, like an ancient bell being struck. The sound waves spread outwards from the center of the arena, cracking several bluestone floorboards near the head seat.
A storm of laws swept across all directions.
The two figures briefly separated in the storm, then simultaneously stepped forward and collided again.
Buzz! Clang!
The dull thud echoed continuously in the air above the discussion hall.
Golden fragments of laws intertwined and surged with chaotic energy, like two ignited clouds devouring each other.
"Boom!"
The cultivators watching had already retreated to the edge of the arena. Some stood on stone pillars on high ground, while others hovered in the void, their eyes fixed on the two people in the center of the storm, not blinking.
" Jin Zhen's refined Immortal Qi... definitely contained impurities!"
"You see, every time he activates the second Immortal Qi, the rhythm is a half-beat slower, slower than the line of his Innate Immortal Qi!"
"Even though he was a fraction of a second slower, the combined power of his two streams of Immortal Qi was still terrifying. He had used this move to crush many of his peers at the Emperor Pass!"
"What about the Lin Clan son?"
"He hasn't even used his full strength yet... Did you notice? So far, he's only used two strands of Immortal Qi."
"What?! Two strands of Immortal Qi are enough to overwhelm Jin Zhen?"
"He hasn't activated his third strand of Immortal Qi yet. Or rather... he hasn't had a chance to activate it."
The murmurs from the sidelines rose and fell, like leaves blown by the wind, layer upon layer.
At the head of the table, the young man in the green robe and the young man in the gray-white long gown were still sitting.
However, the teacups in front of the two had been replaced with fresh tea at some point, indicating that they were not completely distracted by the intensity of the scene.
Jin Zhen panicked.
The young man in the green robe said something.
The young man in the grey-white robe responded, "He activated his second burst of Immortal Qi too quickly. Haste makes waste; he's gambling that his opponent can't withstand his full-force attack."
"The other party caught it."
"Not only did he catch it, he also forced him back half a step."
The young man in the green robe was silent for a moment, then said, "That Lin Clan prince of the Lin family never used a third strand of Immortal Qi from beginning to end."
In the arena, Jin Zhen was forced back half a step by the impact.
He glanced down at his slightly trembling right fist. Golden laws were rapidly repairing the crack eroded by Chaos Qi, but he knew very well...
That crack cannot be completely erased by repair.
He had already given it his all. He unleashed two streams of Immortal Qi simultaneously, and even used his most powerful fist technique.
The cultivator from the Three Thousand Provinces who had just broken through to the Early-Stage Quasi-Emperor was still handling the situation with ease.
Jin Zhen slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the white-robed figure. His voice was low and deep, carrying an almost hoarse sense of oppression. "You still refuse to release the third strand of Immortal Qi?"
Lin Fan looked at him casually. "Are you sure you want to see?"
look!
Jin Zhen's voice was forced out through clenched teeth, carrying a desperate resolve. "I want to see just how strong those three strands of Immortal Qi really are."
Lin Fan did not respond immediately.
He merely tilted his head slightly, as if waiting for the other person to finish displaying their dignity, and then gently clenched his fist.
The next moment, three streams of chaotic-colored Immortal Qi lit up simultaneously.
Like a sun that had been suppressed at the bottom of the water finally emerging from the surface, the three completely different Daoist auras intertwined and unfolded around him, the void hummed slightly, and even the light in the sky dimmed for a moment because of the appearance of those three Immortal Qi.