Chapter 815: Zhou Yuan Takes the Stage

Vast and mighty Genesis Qi erupted from Chen Beifeng's body like a storm, stirring the surrounding lake into surging waves. His foundation of fifteen million Genesis Qi stars drew numerous astonished gazes. No one had expected Chen Beifeng to hide his strength so deeply. Even among the Fire Pavilion, only Lu Xiao remained calm; the other vice pavilion masters wore expressions of surprise.

"Chen Beifeng's Wind Spirit Pattern has reached 80% completion?" Wang Chen exclaimed first. One must know that 80% completion was rare even in their Fire Pavilion; even he had only just managed to reach this level. In the past, he had somewhat underestimated Chen Beifeng. Now, however, he realized that if the latter had gone all out, he might not necessarily have been able to surpass him.

In the other two pavilions, numerous gasps of astonishment also arose at this moment, showing how shocking Chen Beifeng's revealed strength was. Over at the Forest Pavilion, the burly man named Jiang Man climbed back from the lake and mumbled, covering his mouth, "This Chen Beifeng hides his strength too well."

Mu Qingyan's beautiful face also showed some solemnity. She sighed softly, "Ye Bingling is going to lose."

Mu Liu shrugged, "I told you earlier, today, the only one in the Wind Pavilion who can contend with Chen Beifeng is probably that guy who pretends to be a pig to eat a tiger." Hearing this, Mu Qingyan still glanced in Zhou Yuan's direction with some doubt. If anyone else had said that, she wouldn't have believed it in the slightest, but Mu Liu's perception had always been sharp, so she could only be half-convinced.

At the highest point of the arena, Xi Jing stared at the scene with an unperturbed expression and said indifferently, "A late Divine Dwelling stage practitioner actually has the ability to seal the Genesis Traces cultivated daily within his body, and the sealing technique is so perfect. How interesting."

Sect Master Xuan Kun's eyes were half-closed, as if feigning sleep, appearing as though he hadn't heard what Xi Jing said.

Xi Jing murmured to herself, "It seems it's really necessary to cancel this pavilion master competition."

Only then did Sect Master Xuan Kun open his eyes and chuckled, "Elder Xi Jing is still a bit young. If you had been a bit more diligent, that level of seal wouldn't have escaped your notice. But now that things have come to this, it cannot be canceled, otherwise, it would be too against the rules."

Xi Jing gave the old man a cold glance and said, "You're celebrating a bit too early."

Sect Master Xuan Kun smiled, saying no more. Instead, he continued to keep his eyes half-closed, feigning sleep, as Chen Beifeng's victory in the current situation was already assured.

Hum!

"Dragon Demon Drill!"

Chen Beifeng gazed at the white jade giant palm descending from the sky. He suddenly took a deep, fierce breath, and immediately, vast Genesis Qi from heaven and earth surged into his nostrils. His body could be seen expanding at this moment, and then he abruptly opened his mouth.

Whoosh!

A deep yellow wind spewed forth from his mouth. The yellow wind roared like a yellow dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, spinning wildly. Its tip was like a massive drill, even tearing through the void at this moment.

The Yellow Dragon Wind Drill whistled forth, directly clashing with the descending white jade giant palm.

Screech!

As the two collided, an ear-piercing sound immediately erupted, and the void at the point of impact was continuously being torn apart. However, that clash lasted only a dozen breaths, and cracks could be seen appearing on the white jade giant palm.

Ye Bingling's pretty face drastically changed. However, before she could infuse more Genesis Qi, the Wind Drill had already erupted with terrifying power, tearing through and ripping apart the white jade light palm. A dragon's roar seemed to emanate from within the Wind Drill. Its tip twisted, shattering the void, and appeared before Ye Bingling as fast as a bolt of lightning.

Ye Bingling clenched her silver teeth and rapidly retreated.

Seeing this, a hint of mockery appeared on Chen Beifeng's face. He changed his hand seal, and the Wind Drill's speed dramatically increased. Finally, like a rampaging wind dragon, it heavily struck Ye Bingling's delicate body, and the violent Genesis Qi directly formed a visible shockwave in the sky.

Pfft!

Her body suffering a heavy blow, a mouthful of fresh blood immediately spurted from Ye Bingling's red lips. The Genesis Qi fluctuations around her rapidly weakened, and her delicate body rapidly plummeted from the sky.

At this moment, victory and defeat were decided. Around the lake, countless sounds of regret also emerged. A golden stream of Genesis Qi caught the rapidly falling Ye Bingling, then rolled her back to where the Wind Pavilion members were.

"Senior Sister Ye, are you alright?" Yi Qiushui quickly stepped forward to catch her and asked with some concern.

Ye Bingling's pretty face was pale. The coldness in her eyes had long dispersed, and her gaze was somewhat dazed, clearly not yet recovered from the reality of being defeated by Chen Beifeng.

"Senior Sister Ye, it's alright if you lost," Yi Qiushui comforted her.

Ye Bingling's eyes gradually reddened. She lowered her head and said in a hoarse voice, "I've disappointed everyone. My ability is too poor." She had prepared and worked hard for this for a long time, but she didn't expect such a result.

The surrounding crowd fell silent. The atmosphere was extremely oppressive. If even Ye Bingling lost, how could they possibly contend with Chen Beifeng for the position of pavilion master?

In the center of the lake, Chen Beifeng stood above the plaza, treading on Genesis Qi. He gazed mockingly in their direction and said indifferently, "If Vice Pavilion Master Ye has no strength left to fight, then concede."

Ye Bingling clenched her silver teeth, pushed Yi Qiushui away, and said, "I haven't lost yet, I can still fight!" Her expression was full of stubbornness, unwilling to admit defeat, because she knew how severe the consequences would be once Chen Beifeng became the Wind Pavilion Master. She forced herself to take two steps forward, but the injuries within her body immediately caused a trace of blood to appear at the corner of her lips, and the Genesis Qi around her was extremely weak.

However, at this moment, a hand from behind grasped Ye Bingling's tender shoulder, forcibly stopping her. Ye Bingling struggled slightly but couldn't break free. She could only turn her head, and then she saw Zhou Yuan standing behind her with a smiling face.

"Senior Sister Ye, your task was to test his trump cards, and from the looks of it now, it's been perfectly completed," Zhou Yuan smiled.

Ye Bingling bit her lip.

"Moreover, Senior Sister Ye, your reputation is already considerable," he continued. "In this situation, how about you let me make an appearance and earn some fame?"

Hearing this, Ye Bingling felt both annoyed and amused. Did this guy think this was a stage for a show? If he wasn't strong enough, going up would be asking for trouble! How could he possibly earn any fame?

The surrounding crowd also looked at Zhou Yuan with some doubt, having figured out that he wanted to enter the arena. But even Ye Bingling couldn't defeat Chen Beifeng at this moment, so what good would Zhou Yuan, a mid Divine Dwelling stage practitioner, do by going up?

However, after Zhou Yuan's bit of jesting, the sadness in Ye Bingling's heart slightly receded. She stared at Zhou Yuan with her beautiful eyes, finally sighed, and said, "If you can't win, don't force it. As long as the green mountains remain, there will always be wood to burn. Even if Chen Beifeng becomes the pavilion master, it will only give him a slight advantage."

Zhou Yuan smiled and nodded, then took a step and walked past Ye Bingling. Thus, countless gazes of surprise and doubt from all directions converged and gathered on Zhou Yuan.

And above the plaza, Chen Beifeng, seeing this scene, also chuckled aloud, then said playfully, "Oh? Zhou Yuan, are you planning to take on this difficult task and put on a spectacular show to turn the tide?" Immediately, his smile faded, and his eyes gradually turned sharp and cold. "But unfortunately for this show," he continued, "you'll have to ask if I agree first."