Chapter 603: Diamond Asura

On the ravaged plaza, Zhao Jing roared skyward, black light enveloping his body, making his flesh appear as if forged from black iron, indestructible.

At this moment, Zhao Jing was truly a living ape demon.

The ferocity and brutality emanating from him sent shivers down people's spines.

Even Zuoqiu Qingyu and the others in the high-rise building showed a hint of nervousness in their eyes, as Zhao Jing was incredibly terrifying at that moment.

Liu Fu, the chief of the Sky Ghost Mansion, watched the scene, then glanced at Zuoqiu Qingyu and sneered, "To force Zhao Jing's Ape Demon Art out, this Zhou Yuan does indeed have some skill. But it's a pity... such a price will likely cost him his life."

The other chiefs present all had solemn expressions. They knew that if they were to stand before Zhao Jing now, it would be extremely difficult to resist him. The second-ranked chief of the Sacred Palace was indeed worthy of his reputation.

Under countless grave gazes, Zhao Jing's brutal eyes locked onto Zhou Yuan. This time, he uttered no more nonsense, only the curve of his mouth growing increasingly sinister.

"Thud!"

Zhao Jing's body crouched slightly. The next moment, he stomped his feet forcefully.

Huge cracks spread out from beneath his feet, and his figure, like an ancient ape demon preying on a dragon, cast a shadow that enveloped Zhou Yuan.

"Ape Demon Arm!"

A roar echoed as black light surged along Zhao Jing's right arm, even sprouting black fur. In an instant, his arm transformed into a thick, monstrous ape demon limb.

With a single punch, a massive chasm was torn open on the plaza.

The shadow of that punch directly covered Zhou Yuan.

Its ferocity was beyond measure.

Facing Zhao Jing's terrifying punch, Tang Muxin and the others behind him changed color, their Genesis Qi surging as they prepared to intervene and rescue him.

However, as countless eyes were filled with alarm at Zhao Jing's destructive punch, Zhou Yuan, shrouded in shadow, remained calm.

The golden light in his eyes flickered.

Golden lines faintly spread across his skin, forming ancient golden patterns on the surface of his body.

The drop of golden blood in his heart vibrated violently.

"Boy, kneel for me!"

Zhao Jing roared, and his devastating punch, carrying a storm, finally struck.

Zhou Yuan remained expressionless, slowly clenching his five fingers. Golden light patterns spread from his arm, gradually covering the surface of his fist. An indescribable power roared and surged within his body like an enraged dragon. He had never felt such immense power before.

The power brought by the Golden Blood stage surpassed Zhou Yuan's imagination.

Under countless astonished gazes, Zhou Yuan unleashed a punch, directly meeting Zhao Jing's destructive blow head-on.

"He's practically asking for death!" Many shook their heads at the sight.

Zhou Yuan's fist appeared quite insignificant compared to Zhao Jing's ape-demon-like punch. They couldn't understand why Zhou Yuan would be so foolish as to choose a direct head-on clash.

But at this point, it was too late for anything.

Perhaps in the next moment, Zhou Yuan would be utterly crushed into a pulp?

The instant the two collided, a massive shockwave erupted wildly. All the stone slabs across the entire plaza were torn from the ground, and layers of the earth were continuously peeled away.

Disciples from both the Cangxuan Sect and the Sacred Palace retreated repeatedly.

Had it not been for the simultaneous intervention of the chiefs from all sides, the spreading aftermath might have destroyed the entire manor.

The aftershocks gradually subsided, but all eyes remained fixed on the center of the plaza.

The dust there slowly cleared.

Two figures appeared in everyone's vision.

The two individuals stood there, maintaining the posture of fists colliding. Neither of their bodies seemed to have moved.

"Who won?" Countless gazes were fixed on the two figures, their eyes filled with doubt, as it seemed impossible to discern the victor from the scene before them.

Huo Tian also stared at the field, his brow furrowed, equally unable to distinguish the situation.

"What's the situation?" another chief beside him asked.

Huo Tian said indifferently, "Zhao Jing should have won. Even I would need to use many methods to defend against his punch. This Zhou Yuan daring to clash with him head-on is undoubtedly asking for death."

The other chiefs of the Sacred Palace also nodded. They were well aware of Zhao Jing's strength.

None of them could withstand that punch, so Zhou Yuan's direct confrontation meant certain death.

Tang Muxin and the others also watched the scene with extreme tension.

"That idiot, why would he clash head-on with Zhao Jing for no reason!" Baili Che couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse. If Zhou Yuan were truly beaten to death, it would be a disgrace to their Cangxuan Sect.

The other chiefs remained silent, but worry was visible in their eyes.

In the high-rise building, everyone held their breath. Even Zuoqiu Qingyu's jade hands couldn't help but clench, her beautiful eyes fixed on the plaza below, not daring to move.

The atmosphere throughout the manor seemed to solidify along with the two unmoving figures on the plaza.

That stillness lasted for dozens of breaths.

In the center of the plaza, Zhou Yuan's eyelids twitched slightly. He looked at the tall, ape-demon-like figure before him, slowly exhaling a long breath from his nostrils.

His body was the first to move. His fist slowly retracted, and then he walked past Zhao Jing without looking back, heading directly towards Tang Muxin and the others.

Zhao Jing remained motionless.

Countless astonished gazes were fixed on Zhou Yuan.

"Zhao Jing, what are you doing?!" Huo Tian roared in a low voice.

No one was quite sure of the situation at that moment.

"Boy, what did you do to him?!" Huo Tian's sinister gaze turned to Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan stopped, his voice calm, "It seems the body refinement art of the Sacred Palace's Saint Hall isn't as strong as I imagined. So what reason do you have to mock my Cangxuan Sect?"

"As for him?"

Zhou Yuan tilted his head slightly, his eyes cold. He raised two fingers, and a crisp snapping sound echoed across the plaza.

And at the very instant that snap sounded, everyone watched in utter horror as Zhao Jing's thick, ape-demon-like right arm suddenly exploded!

Blood spattered everywhere!

His entire arm had utterly shattered in that moment!

And Zhao Jing's body slowly toppled backward.

The entire manor erupted into an uproar. In countless eyes fixed on the scene, there was nothing but intense disbelief and shock.

The next moment, all gazes converged on the young figure with his back to Zhao Jing.

Those gazes were filled with utter astonishment.

Who could have imagined that in the terrifying clash that seemed like thunder and fire, Zhou Yuan, who appeared to be at an absolute disadvantage, was actually so formidable? The counter-punch had utterly shattered Zhao Jing's ape-demon-like arm!

What terrifying power was that?

Within the manor, the gazes fixed on Zhou Yuan's body gradually began to show a hint of fear.

None of them had expected that this newly appointed Saint Genesis Peak chief, relatively unknown among the seven chiefs of the Cangxuan Sect...

was the most deeply hidden Vajra Asura!