Chapter 1124: Test

As Jimo's voice, thick with murderous intent, rang out, the numerous powerful cultivators from the Sacred Race behind him fixed their cold, disdainful gazes on Zhou Yuan. Although Hunyuan Heaven was the foremost of the Lower Five Heavens, the Sacred Race always viewed the races of these Lower Five Heavens with a condescending attitude.

To them, Zhou Yuan was merely seeking death.

However, Zhou Yuan paid no heed to their numerous contemptuous glances. He gazed at Jimo, smiled, and said, "I wonder how you intend for me to die?"

"Do you need to come down yourself and spar? I'm quite curious to see what's so extraordinary about this fabled Sacred Race."

A sinister light flickered in Jimo's eyes. He sized up Zhou Yuan, then suddenly sneered, "Are you certain you're truly the leader of Tianyuan Region? A mere mid-stage Tianyang?"

He had clearly detected Zhou Yuan's cultivation level.

This statement immediately drew jeers from the Sacred Race powerhouses, their contempt growing even stronger. Tianyuan Region had indeed declined to an extreme degree if a mere mid-stage Tianyang could become its leader.

It truly showed they had no one left!

Upon hearing this, the powerhouses from various factions in Cangxuan Heaven also looked at Zhou Yuan with surprise and uncertainty.

Was this former Saint Son of Cangxuan Sect truly only at the mid-stage Tianyang? In terms of cultivation speed alone, reaching this level in such a short time was already considered supremely talented.

After all, peers of Zhou Yuan's generation, like the equally talented Li Chunjun and Zuoqiu Qingyu, were only at the early-stage Tianyang.

While Li Chunjun had found an unconventional path, capable of erupting with power to slay ordinary late-stage Tianyang experts, that came with an immense burden, and such late-stage Tianyang cultivators were by no means true peak powerhouses.

Against top-tier late-stage Tianyang cultivators like Chu Qing, Li Chunjun, even if he pushed himself to the limit, would not be a match.

Furthermore, throughout Cangxuan Sect, only Chu Qing among the younger generation had entered the late-stage Tianyang. This was because Cangxuan Sect had opened the Saint Pagoda for him, an immense fortuitous encounter, which was after all a relic left by the Cangxuan Ancestor for the sect, and was said to have limited activation uses.

Therefore, Zhou Yuan's current mid-stage Tianyang cultivation meant his cultivation speed was undeniably rapid. However, in the current situation, someone at the mid-stage Tianyang couldn't really change anything significant.

Fortunately, the crowd wasn't overly disappointed. After all, they hadn't truly placed all their hopes on Zhou Yuan alone from the beginning; they had more faith in the formidable main force of Tianyuan Region.

What surprised them slightly, however, were the expressions of the Tianyuan Region cultivators.

They showed no anger at the taunts regarding Zhou Yuan's cultivation level; instead, they had a peculiar look in their eyes.

Zhou Yuan, likewise, did not get angry. Instead, he drifted down to a tall mountain peak and lightly chuckled, "Is the Sacred Race only good at wagging their tongues? Is there no one brave enough to come and spar with me for a warm-up?"

Jimo gazed down at Zhou Yuan.

However, he had no intention of personally responding to Zhou Yuan's provocation, as it would be beneath him.

So, he slightly turned his head, and the nearby Weituo immediately understood. Weituo said, somewhat helplessly, "There's no need for me to personally act, is there? Sending any late-stage Tianyang cultivator would suffice."

Jimo replied, "What I want is an overwhelming slaughter. I want to kill their leader right here, in front of the Tianyuan Region cultivators. That will crush their morale."

"Therefore, only you should go. It will be more certain."

Weituo was clearly quite reluctant, but Jimo was the captain, so he couldn't object. He immediately cast a pair of cold eyes down at Zhou Yuan below.

"I'll make him regret ever coming here."

Weituo's figure flickered, appearing like a phantom directly on a rock face in front of Zhou Yuan.

His expression was grim. Without any intention of wasting words, he stomped his foot. The next moment, a vast torrent of Source Qi surged skyward, and three glorious glazed suns appeared behind him.

A terrifying Source Qi pressure, capable of striking fear into countless onlookers, swept forth.

That level of Source Qi strength had astonishingly reached 2.7 billion!

This depth of Source Qi was already extremely close to figures like Wang Xuanyang!

"Zhou Yuan, be careful!"

Chu Qing also had a solemn expression at this moment, letting out a low cry.

The pressure emanating from Weituo's profound Source Qi made even an outsider like him feel a little difficulty breathing.

"Why aren't you helping him?!" Mu Wuji's face also showed anxiety as he couldn't help but shout at Qin Lian and the other Tianyuan Region cultivators who were watching from the sky.

"No need to worry."

Yet, in response to his urgency, Qin Lian merely gave him a faint smile.

Zhou Yuan had previously defeated Li Zhu alone, and he was clearly stronger now than before. Thus, Qin Lian wasn't particularly concerned about how much of a threat Weituo posed to Zhou Yuan.

Mu Wuji's face couldn't help but twitch. No need to worry about this? Weituo's Source Qi pressure was so strong that even they found it hard to breathe, and Zhou Yuan was only a mid-stage Tianyang, after all!

At this moment, Mu Wuji even suspected that these people might intentionally be trying to get Zhou Yuan killed.

Compared to the worried Chu Qing and Mu Wuji, Zhou Yuan himself remained calm, though a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. This Weituo should only be the second strongest figure in this Sacred Race team.

Yet, his Source Qi depth was already close to Wang Xuanyang's.

And it was known that Wang Xuanyang was second only to Guan Qinglong among the Tianyang stage cultivators in Hunyuan Heaven.

"I've heard of Saint Spirit Heaven. Among the four Sacred Race Heavens, it ranks third, and its Fuhai Palace is the strongest overlord force within Saint Spirit Heaven."

Even so, it offered a glimpse into the unfathomable strength of the Sacred Race. A mere third-ranked Heaven-domain could already subtly contend with Hunyuan Heaven.

"But it wasn't enough to force Jimo down."

Zhou Yuan felt a slight regret. His true target was Jimo. If he could kill him, the Sacred Race's morale would certainly plummet, and a full-scale encirclement afterward would reduce their own casualties.

While Zhou Yuan was pondering these thoughts, Weituo's cold, viper-like gaze fixed on him. In the next instant, the mountain wall beneath Weituo's feet instantly collapsed, sending debris tumbling down.

Weituo shot forward like a bolt of lightning, his 2.7 billion Source Qi foundation roaring behind him like an apocalypse beast, bringing forth a terrifying aura.

Boom!

Although Weituo was extremely disdainful of Zhou Yuan, he showed no mercy when he attacked. With a single punch, the void shattered, and countless spatial fragments swirled around his fist.

"Nine-Layer Void Shattering Force!"

Not only did he unleash his Source Qi without reservation, but he also deployed a killer move. Nine powerful gusts of wind swirled, layer upon layer, continuously shattering the void as they passed, like nine monstrous beasts.

That terrifying assault descended, causing everyone from Cangxuan Heaven in the grand canyon to show expressions of horror.

Chu Qing gritted his teeth, ready to intervene.

But just as he moved, he felt a cold and terrifying aura lock onto him.

Chu Qing looked up and saw Jimo staring at him with cold eyes, like a viper fixating on its prey.

Chu Qing's expression grew heavy. He knew that with Jimo's gaze on him, it would be impossible for him to offer assistance.

"Junior Brother Zhou Yuan, you must be careful." Unable to act, Chu Qing could only look at Zhou Yuan with deep concern.

Amidst countless terrified gazes, Zhou Yuan watched the imposing attack approaching him, a hint of eagerness appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He also wanted to test what level he could reach when he went all out.

With that, he clenched his hand, and a low voice resonated in his mind almost simultaneously.

"Advance."