Chapter 465: Who’s Going to Be Finished?

The battle with Liu Xiang ended surprisingly quickly. Upon seeing Chu Yang defeated by Zhou Yuan in such a short time, Liu Xiang lost some of his courage. Therefore, shortly after Zhou Yuan launched his offensive, he suffered a complete rout.

In the end, Liu Xiang was severely injured and eliminated.

In the chaotic mountain area, Zhou Yuan sat cross-legged on a collapsed peak. The Heaven Primal Brush was stuck in the ground before him, its tip pointing upwards. Its snow-white bristles hung down from the cliff like chains, and from these chains dangled two severely injured and unconscious figures.

They were Chu Yang and Liu Xiang.

Unlike their earlier aggressive pursuit, they now clearly understood what it meant to be truly defeated.

After dealing with Chu Yang and Liu Xiang, Zhou Yuan was not in a hurry to leave. Engaging in three consecutive battles had significantly depleted his Genesis Qi. If not for his mutated crimson Qi Dwelling, which provided him with far superior Genesis Qi reserves and recovery speed compared to others, these three battles might have completely drained him.

Zhou Yuan's breathing became audible, gradually growing louder, and subtly, a dragon's roar could be faintly heard.

Dragon Respiration Art!

The Genesis Qi in the world transformed into swirling white mist, then into thin white lines, which he inhaled, refined, and absorbed into his Qi Dwelling.

Feeling his Genesis Qi gradually recovering, he finally looked up towards the cloud-shrouded summit of the Chief Peak.

Now, apart from Yuan Hong's lineage, Lu Hong's faction was essentially wiped out.

However, Chu Yang had been right about one thing earlier: ultimately, they were just supporting players. Lu Hong's true trump card remained the somewhat unfathomable Yuan Hong.

"I wonder how Senior Brother Zhou Tai and the others are doing now..." He narrowed his eyes, but quickly suppressed the thought. He needed to restore himself to peak condition before dealing with the last remaining opponent, excluding Yuan Hong.

As for Yuan Hong, if he truly was that formidable, they would eventually meet.

While Zhou Yuan was recovering his Genesis Qi, he was unaware that his elimination of Chu Yang and Liu Xiang had caused a massive stir outside the Chief Peak.

No one had expected that, when pursued by the two, Zhou Yuan had secretly set up a Genesis Rune barrier, leading them into it, separating them, and defeating them one by one.

This display of strength and tactics finally compelled everyone to take seriously this disciple who had initially seemed insignificant.

Outside the Chief Peak.

The sounds of shock and uproar continued unabated.

The disciples of Shen Taiyuan's lineage looked excited, whispering constantly, and a look of admiration appeared in their eyes as they gazed at the figure sitting in recovery on the Chief Peak.

Zhou Yuan had consecutively defeated four candidates from Lu Hong's lineage—such a record was truly astounding.

Initially, many among them had objections to Zhou Yuan's participation, as he indeed seemed somewhat lacking compared to some of the seasoned purple-belt disciples.

However, by this point, all those doubts had completely vanished.

Yao Yao sat elegantly on a green stone by the cliff, holding Tun Tun. Her bright eyes subtly glanced at the figure on the Chief Peak, and her red lips curved slightly.

Zhou Yuan had been at the Cangxuan Sect for a year now.

And in this year, he had clearly grown at an astonishing pace.

The young man who had once left the Great Zhou Dynasty was finally beginning to reveal his brilliance, capturing everyone's attention.

While the disciples of Shen Taiyuan's and Lü Song's lineages were excited, those from Lu Hong's lineage fell into silence, their faces grim and incredulous.

Half a year ago, who among them would have even noticed Zhou Yuan? Yet now, he had single-handedly forced their lineage into such an awkward position.

Lu Hong's aged face was clouded with fury; anyone could see his immense anger, so the surrounding disciples quietly dispersed, not daring to provoke him at such a moment.

Lu Hong took two deep breaths, suppressing his rage and trying not to lose his composure too much.

Because now, even he had to admit that the newcomer he had always looked down upon had, unknowingly, grown to such an extent...

If he waited another year, Lu Hong might genuinely start worrying about the Chief position.

Fortunately, heaven was ultimately on his side; the Chief competition had begun this year...

The situation was not only being observed by the many disciples and elders like Shen Taiyuan and Lu Hong; even at the highest altitude, the six grandmasters, including Sect Master Qing Yang, had noticed what was happening here.

"This Zhou Yuan is indeed a very promising talent; he has the potential to become a Saint Son in the future," Sect Master Qing Yang remarked with a sigh.

Every Saint Son of the Cangxuan Sect was meticulously nurtured by the sect, considered a pillar of its future. Sect Master Qing Yang's evaluation was undeniably high.

The other grandmasters also nodded slightly.

Peak Master Lian Yi of Snow Lotus Peak glanced at Peak Master Ling Jun and said, "It seems someone is getting nervous."

Peak Master Ling Jun's handsome face remained impassive. He swept his gaze across the distant Chief Peak and calmly stated, "This disciple's talent is indeed good, but unfortunately, he likely won't be the Chief Disciple of Saint Source Peak this year."

Peak Master Ling Jun was not particularly concerned about Wu Hai and the other four disciples being defeated by Zhou Yuan, as he knew very well that these individuals were not candidates for the Chief position.

They were merely there to bolster morale; the true decisive move still lay with Yuan Hong.

About fifteen minutes later.

Zhou Yuan stood up from the mountain peak, gripping the Heaven Primal Brush. His figure shot skyward, the snow-white bristles tightly coiling around the two unconscious figures.

On a stone platform shrouded in mist in the distance.

Intense fighting was still erupting there.

Two figures clashed ferociously, powerful Genesis Qi sweeping across the platform, leaving behind marks.

With another collision, both figures were forced back.

Han Yu wiped blood from the corner of her mouth and stared at her opponent, a man named Zhu Qing, her teeth clenched.

Their strengths were comparable, so after half a day of fighting, neither had gained the upper hand.

Zhu Qing also grinned, looking at Han Yu with a mocking laugh. "It seems you're very eager to defeat me, aren't you? What's wrong? Do you want to go help that guy?"

During their exchange, he could clearly feel the urgency in Han Yu's attacks, and it was precisely this urgency that allowed him to seize opportunities multiple times. If not for her exceptional speed, she might have already been defeated by him.

Han Yu's beautiful eyes darkened slightly.

"Heh heh, it's been so long, I think that guy has probably been dealt with by now," Zhu Qing said mockingly.

"How desperate do you think you'll be when Chu Yang and Liu Xiang return later?"

Han Yu bit her red lips tightly, her gaze cold. Without further ado, her Genesis Qi surged, and she was about to launch another attack.

She had to defeat Zhu Qing as quickly as possible and then go support Zhou Yuan; otherwise, the entire situation would collapse.

However, just as she moved, she heard a whooshing sound.

Zhu Qing also looked up, gazing at the distant mist, and grinned. "It seems you're done for."

Han Yu raised her pretty, somewhat pale face, looking at the fluctuating mist.

Then the mist there parted, and a figure slowly descended.

Following that, the mocking expression on Zhu Qing's face gradually froze.

And Han Yu's rosy little mouth slowly widened.

"Zhou... Zhou Yuan?!"

The one who appeared, of course, was Zhou Yuan. He smiled at Han Yu, then turned his gaze to Zhu Qing. With a flick of the Heaven Primal Brush, two figures, like dead pigs, rolled out and lay at Zhu Qing's feet.

"You just said..."

"...who was done for?"

Zhu Qing stared blankly at the two figures before him. The next instant, a chill surged directly from his soles to the top of his head.

Intense fear welled up in his eyes.