Chapter 461: First Victory

Boulders continuously tumbled down a mountain peak. A figure was deeply embedded in the mountain wall, and as the boulders continued to fall, they gradually covered him.

The entire world fell silent at this moment.

Countless gazes stared blankly at the scene, taking a long time to recover their senses. Who could have imagined that this time, despite being fully prepared, Wu Hai would still be sent flying by Zhou Yuan's punch?

If the last time could be explained by being caught off guard, this time, there were no excuses at all.

Wu Hai had clearly put all his strength into resisting earlier, but he still couldn't block Zhou Yuan's fierce and unparalleled punch. The might of that punch was enough to make many eighth-heaven disciples wary.

The silence in the world lasted for a while before being replaced by overwhelming cheers.

Apart from Lu Hong's lineage, disciples from all other peaks and lineages applauded and cheered unreservedly, simply because Zhou Yuan's victory of the weak over the strong was so stunningly impressive.

It should be noted that before the chief disciple competition began, Zhou Yuan's odds were almost the highest because few people favored him; some even thought he would be the first to be eliminated.

But the final reality silenced everyone who had underestimated Zhou Yuan.

At this moment, looking at the young figure on the stone platform, countless people felt a sense of dread and awe.

Amidst the overwhelming cheers, Lu Hong's lineage was utterly silent. Many disciples had grim expressions, clearly not expecting that the first to be eliminated from the Saint Genesis Peak chief disciple competition would be one of their own.

At the very front, Lu Hong's face was ashen, his eyebrows twitching, clearly furious within.

"Worthless!"

Finally, Lu Hong could only grit his teeth and curse angrily, venting all his anger on Wu Hai.

This fellow had utterly disgraced him.

Lu Hong coldly looked in Shen Taiyuan's direction, where the latter was beaming, barely containing his joy.

Sensing Lu Hong's gaze, Shen Taiyuan turned and gave him a reserved smile.

Lu Hong sneered, took a deep breath, and suppressed his anger. Although Wu Hai's failure was unexpected, their overall advantage was still on their side.

Not to mention Yuan Hong's side for now, the other four disciples alone had completely suppressed two disciples from Lu Song's lineage. Victory was only a matter of time. And once they freed up their hands, no matter how much Zhou Yuan struggled alone, he would not escape elimination.

Lu Hong's grim gaze fell upon the stone platform in the Chief's Peak. He stared at Zhou Yuan's figure, his eyes sharp and cold.

"Go ahead and be smug for now..."

"Sooner or later, you'll know that fighting against my lineage is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

"At that time, you will truly experience what despair is!"

High in the air, the scene of Zhou Yuan sending Wu Hai flying with one punch naturally caught the attention of the ten Sacred Sons, immediately eliciting gasps of surprise.

"This guy... seems to have gotten stronger again." Li Qingchan's beautiful eyes stared at Zhou Yuan in astonishment. Her gaze swept over his jade-glowing body. "So he's cultivated an external refinement art?"

Not far from Li Qingchan, Shang Chunqiu of Hongya Peak also stared at Zhou Yuan in surprise. As a Sacred Son of Hongya Peak, he had naturally cultivated the genuine Profound Saint Body.

So when he saw Zhou Yuan's jade-glowing skin, he naturally felt a sense of familiarity, but also wondered: Zhou Yuan was a disciple of Saint Genesis Peak, and it was impossible for him to cultivate the Profound Saint Body, nor did he have the qualifications. So what kind of external refinement art was he cultivating now?

Zhao Zhu, who was seated at the back, had a somewhat unpleasant expression. He clearly favored Lu Hong's lineage, and coupled with his previous grievances with Zhou Yuan, he certainly didn't want Zhou Yuan to shine.

"Impressive..." Chu Qing praised. "With fourth-heaven strength, he can even defeat an eighth-heaven opponent. Junior Brother Zhou Yuan's Genesis Qi foundation is even stronger than mine was when I was in the fourth-heaven."

For Sacred Sons of Chu Qing's caliber, fighting above their rank was naturally no problem. However, when they were in the fourth-heaven, they didn't seem as fierce as Zhou Yuan.

"Junior Brother Kong Sheng, it seems my odds of winning have increased again," Chu Qing said with a smile.

Kong Sheng's face was indifferent. "You're celebrating a bit too early," he said faintly. "A mere Zhou Yuan won't affect the overall situation."

While Zhou Yuan's decisive defeat of Wu Hai did surprise him somewhat, that was all. Even now, Lu Hong's lineage still held the absolute advantage.

Chu Qing rubbed his chin and chuckled, "Shall we increase the stakes then?"

Kong Sheng said calmly, "No interest. My only goal is for you to accept the challenge. Once I defeat you, there won't be much interaction between us in the future."

Chu Qing sighed, saying wistfully, "Using and discarding, you're too heartless. That's why I don't like playing with you; Ye Ge is more fun."

Li Qingchan and the other Sacred Sons' mouths twitched slightly.

Ye Ge glared over. "Chu Qing, do you want to die? Don't drag me into this!" he said.

Chu Qing showed a brilliant smile and waved at Ye Ge.

A vein throbbed on Kong Sheng's forehead. He took a deep breath, no longer paying him any mind, and simply turned his gaze to the fierce battles ongoing among the seven Chief's Peaks.

On the stone platform, Zhou Yuan looked at Wu Hai, who had been sent flying out of the Chief's Peak, and gently exhaled. The jade light on his body gradually receded. He could feel countless gazes converging on him, but he showed no trace of complacency because he knew very well that this was just the beginning.

Lu Hong's lineage still held the absolute advantage.

"I wonder how Senior Brother Zhou Tai and the others are doing," Zhou Yuan muttered to himself. That was actually the most important battlefield. If even the three of them combined couldn't deal with Yuan Hong, then Yuan Hong's strength would be truly astonishing.

But he didn't need to consider these things for now. Regardless of the outcome on Zhou Tai's side, he had to seize the opportunity to eliminate the other four disciples from Lu Hong's lineage.

Otherwise, once they reunited with Lu Hong, his chances of claiming the chief disciple position would be slim.

"Four more people..."

Zhou Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his head, looking into the distant clouds and mist. In the very far distance, some Genesis Qi fluctuations were emanating, presumably where Han Yan, Han Yu, and the others were clashing with their opponents.

"They have a numerical advantage," he mused, "so I need to prepare."

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered. He then tapped his toes, and his figure shot into the sky like a roc, quickly disappearing into the clouds and mist.

For him, this chief disciple competition had only truly just begun.