Chapter 1925: You Think You Can Do Anything to Me?

The grandmasters were furious at his words. "This youngster is far too arrogant!"

Rage points from Meng Jin: 799,799,799…Rage points from Meng Zhui: 808,808,808…From…

Who did this fellow think he was? Zhao Hao?

At that moment, Meng Chan hastily warned them, "Uncles, be careful. This person is incredibly fast. Father died at his hands just moments after meeting him."

No sooner had she spoken than the ground suddenly undulated like ocean waves. Several cracks opened up beside where Zu An stood, and immediately, the soil and gravel within formed two enormous hands that firmly seized Zu An's legs.

At that moment, a white-haired grandmaster from the Meng clan gave a chilling smile. "Chan'er, you worry too much," he said. "We didn't reach this level by simply accumulating years."

Upon arriving, they had immediately seen the entire place in disarray with bloodstains everywhere. The five of them had already raised their vigilance to the highest level and had secretly agreed on a plan. Their previous display was merely to lull the opponent into a false sense of security.

Still, this youngster was truly arrogant, and their anger was genuine.

"Die!" roared another grandmaster with slanted eyebrows. He had already finished accumulating power and, seizing this opportunity, unleashed a direct punch towards the restrained Zu An.

Suddenly, a furious gust of wind swept through the surroundings. The remaining plants and trees within a kilometer radius seemed to be absorbed by a black hole, trembling and rustling, as all their leaves and flowers were instantly sucked into the air.

Thousands of wisps of clear wind gradually converged, forming a colossal cyan fist.

This was the wind-element grandmaster's signature technique. He unleashed his ultimate move as soon as he arrived, giving the opponent no chance to react.

Leaves and flowers were mixed within the colossal fist. Empowered by wind elemental energy, every delicate leaf and petal transformed into the sharpest blade.

However, these were merely incidental effects. The greatest power still lay in the colossal fist, which in an instant seemed to drain all the air around Zu An.

Those with lower cultivation levels would likely either suffocate or explode on the spot due to an imbalance in internal and external air pressure.

The fist was like a divine punishment descended from an ancient deity, filled with destructive power and so massive it was impossible to dodge.

Meng Chan's face turned pale. If this punch landed solidly, the Meng clan's entire estate, even with array formations providing support, would likely be shattered and collapse by more than half.

Gazing at the colossal fist descending from the sky, Zu An did not dodge. Instead, he simply extended a single finger and pointed it at the approaching fist.

Everyone present widened their eyes, thinking, "Is this youngster looking for death?"

Compared to that colossal fist, even Zu An's entire body seemed tiny, and his single finger was like trying to pierce a dragon with a toothpick.

However, no one present was foolish; since the opponent dared to do this, he clearly had confidence.

"Old Eighth, be careful!" Meng Jin hastily warned.

But it was still too late. They watched as that tiny, slender finger met the terrifyingly colossal fist, but the imagined scenario of the finger breaking did not occur.

Instead, the colossal fist was like a balloon punctured with a hole, rapidly deflating and dissipating into thin air, losing all its initial overwhelming pressure.

A wisp of golden energy then shot directly out from that finger.

It was unclear whether his vision was obscured by the scattered wind-elemental particles or if the golden light was simply too fast. The wind-element grandmaster, known as Old Eighth, couldn't react at all and was instantly pierced through the head by the golden light.

The grandmaster, who had just moments ago been majestic in mid-air, fell heavily to the ground like a tattered sandbag.

"Old Eighth!" The others were both shocked and furious, never having imagined that such a favorable situation would result in one of their companions being killed so quickly.

Fortunately, at this moment, the elder named Meng Zhui had finished accumulating power. As a water-element cultivator, he had, in this brief period, absorbed all the water from the Meng clan's pond, transforming his entire body into tens of thousands of sword qi condensed from water.

"Go!" he commanded, striking with deep hatred and unleashing approximately 120% of his usual power.

Countless water swords descended from the sky like a torrential downpour, leaving nowhere to hide.

So many sword qi were enough to strip the opponent's flesh clean; perhaps not even bones would remain.

The Acting King looked excited. "These countless water swords are so cool!" he thought. "This momentum, this aura! Much more powerful than those good-for-nothings in my family! That youngster won't survive this time, will he?"

Meng Chan, meanwhile, gazed deeply at that figure, seemingly trying hard to remember his appearance, because he would soon be disfigured beyond recognition by the baptism of countless water swords.

However, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened as she witnessed an incredible scene. Those sharp water swords shot towards Zu An, but there seemed to be an invisible light barrier around him, and when the water swords touched it, they simply melted away.

"How is that possible!" Meng Zhui widened his eyes. This scene truly exceeded his comprehension.

Zu An's expression was calm. He slowly raised his hand, and as if receiving a command, the water swords instantly reversed direction and aimed at Meng Zhui.

"This..." Meng Zhui was greatly alarmed.

In that instant, he felt that the opponent's affinity for water elements greatly surpassed his own. Zu An had severed his connection with the water swords and gained control over them.

Immediately after, Zu An lightly waved his hand. The countless flying swords in the sky shot back, giving the opponent no chance to react, instantly piercing through him. A cloud of blood mist exploded in the air, and Meng Zhui was utterly annihilated.

"Old Sixth, get him completely under control!" Meng Jin exclaimed, both shocked and furious.

It seemed merely controlling the opponent's feet was far from enough.

"Yes!" one of the fat men hastily formed hand seals. Soon, several more large hands emerged from underground, reaching directly for Zu An's hands.

However, he felt uneasy, wondering if his skill could truly control this person.

His pupils quickly constricted to a point as he saw Zu An lift one of his feet.

How was this possible!

It was known that the power in those earth-element hands was far more than ten thousand catties; they had already seized his feet, and theoretically, it should have been impossible for him to move.

Yet Zu An still moved. He stomped his foot down, and an invisible surge of energy spread outwards, instantly shattering the surrounding large hands back into soil!

The fat man hastily tried to gather earth elemental power again, but the next moment, the person's figure vanished from his sight, and a faint figure appeared beside him.

The hairs on his body stood on end as his entire body began to be covered in earthy-yellow turtle scales. Earth-element cultivators excelled at defense. He thought, "As long as I block the opponent for a moment, my companions' ultimate moves will arrive immediately, and I'll be saved then."

But what filled him with despair was that when the opponent swung a punch, his usual proud defense seemed like paper, instantly shattering.

The fist struck his back. He looked down and saw that a large hole had appeared in his entire chest cavity.

Blood foam gurgled from his mouth. He tried to say something but couldn't utter a single word, ultimately falling straight to the ground.

"Bastard!" a green-faced elder roared. His hands immediately clasped together, and an invisible cold aura spread rapidly, surging from all directions and even freezing the air above. The entire courtyard transformed completely into a world draped in silver, as if one were in a great snowy mountain.

Meng Chan and the Acting King both shivered, unsure if it was due to the cold weather or the coldness in their hearts.

They involuntarily retreated further away.

The green-faced elder also felt a little fortunate. In truth, his ice-element energy was not usually this powerful, but his companion had just unleashed a water-element ultimate move, and now the air was permeated with water vapor. With ice-element cultivation combined with water-element cooperation, its power was greatly enhanced.

In almost the blink of an eye, the white frost gathered around Zu An.

He raised an eyebrow. "Playing with ice in front of me?"

Without any apparent movement from him, a snow-white phoenix seemed to appear in the green-faced elder's pupils. The next second, his entire body began to freeze, encasing him completely in the blink of an eye, even his consciousness frozen within.

The ice sculpture, his entire body, plummeted straight from the air, falling to the ground and shattering into countless fragments.

A faint trace of crimson still lingered on the ice fragments, a grim reminder that a person had once been encased within.

Meng Jin, the leader, watched with eyes splitting from rage. In just a few breaths of time, his companions around him had fallen one by one.

These people were the backbone and foundation of the Meng clan. Now, with nearly all of them annihilated, the Meng clan was destined to decline from this point forward.

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with extreme hatred. "Die!" he roared.

Forbidden Spell—Fiery Meteor Shower!

Forbidden Spells were truly rare; among ten thousand high-level cultivators in the world, one knowing such a spell would be extraordinary.

He had only acquired a Forbidden Spell due to his extraordinary status within the Meng clan.

This spell inflicted too much damage on the caster; once used, if it didn't kill them, it would leave them severely injured.

But its advantage lay in its immense power, possessing at least the strength to destroy a city.

He hadn't initially intended to use this spell, but seeing his companions instantly killed by the opponent, he immediately changed his mind. He knew that his usual ultimate moves could hardly pose any threat to this person, so he could only resort to his last resort. Even if it meant perishing together, he had to eliminate this great enemy of the Meng clan.

Thus, as his companions were successively killed, he had been unable to make a move. However, their sacrifices were worth it.

He had finally completed this move.

The entire sky changed color. Dark clouds rolled, with faint firelight emerging within, as if something was struggling to break free. The aura quickly locked onto Zu An in the courtyard.

When the fiery meteors descended from the sky, even if this person named Zu was a Grandmaster, he would be blasted into dust.

At this very moment, a sigh echoed in his ear. "You don't think you still have a chance to attack, do you?"

Immediately after, a finger touched his glabella. Meng Jin's horrified eyes instantly lost their light, and his entire body plummeted to the ground.

The terrifying dark clouds in the sky lost their caster and could only unwillingly dissipate gradually.

And Meng Jin's corpse was also affected by the Forbidden Spell's backlash; a flame erupted, and before it even hit the ground, he had already been burned to ashes.

Zu An looked at the dark clouds gradually dispersing in the sky. "This person's Forbidden Spell is quite interesting," he thought, recalling when he and Chu Yan first entered a secret realm. When facing the Kun, she had also used a Forbidden Spell...

However, having experienced much turmoil by now, he didn't believe the Forbidden Spell summoned by Meng Jin could harm him. He could have taken it head-on, but there was no need.

Meng Chan and the Acting King were already numb from witnessing this scene. They turned and fled towards the backyard, Meng Chan shouting as she ran, "Old Ancestor, quickly save my husband!"

At this moment, both felt a sudden weight as Zu An appeared between them, a hand resting on each of their shoulders. "No one can save him today, no matter who comes," he said.

"Huh, why did I subconsciously follow her rhythm?" he thought. "Aren't I supposed to be dealing with you too?"

"What arrogance!" At this moment, an earth-shattering roar suddenly came from the depths of the Meng Estate. "If you dare to harm even a single hair on the Acting King today," the voice boomed, "this old man will make sure you have no burial ground."

A terrifying aura spread out, and soon, the entire capital city trembled slightly.

In the most secluded cave dwellings of many clans, several elders in seclusion opened their eyes. "How did that old scoundrel from the Meng clan awaken?" they wondered.

"Oh?" Zu An chuckled lightly within the Meng Estate. He then directly grabbed and pulled off nearly half of the Acting King's hair. "This is probably far more than a single hair, isn't it?" he said. "I've harmed him, what can you do to me?"