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Chapter 166 Discussion
Tianyan Sect, Eastern Camp.

Qin Zhan was stretching his muscles, his fighting spirit high.

Those who can enter the Po Jun camp are all elites among elites, and they are also all troublemakers.

Qin Zhan not only became a commander of ten thousand men in the Po Jun camp, which was full of troublemakers, but he also managed to win the respect of all three thousand soldiers in the Po Jun camp. Obviously, this would not have been possible without real ability.

His cultivation level alone, at the late Foundation Establishment stage, was enough to overpower everyone in the Tianyan Sect except for Yun Songzi.

Including Meng Xihong!
soon.

The area around Dongying was already crowded with busybodies.

Behind Qin Zhan stood three thousand soldiers from the Po Jun Camp.

Meng Xihong, who arrived late, slowly walked to the center of the arena, facing the fierce battle intent of Qin Zhan and the three thousand soldiers of the Po Jun Camp.

The white jade arena was bathed in unobstructed sunlight, which coated every inch of the pristine white stone surface with a dazzling golden luster.

Below the arena, three thousand soldiers of the Broken Army Camp stood solemnly, a dark mass, their iron armor reflecting a cold light, silent except for the banners fluttering in the wind. A uniquely battlefield atmosphere of killing intent permeated the air, instantly making the disciples who had come to watch the excitement feel a chill in their hearts.

All eyes were focused on the two people in the center of the ring.

One side is Qin Zhan.

Qin Zhan stood tall and straight, clad in heavy black armor, his face composed and his eyes sharp.

Just by standing there, an aura of arrogance and self-importance naturally arises.

What's even more striking is the undisguised spiritual pressure emanating from him, spreading outwards in waves like a tide, causing the surrounding air to hum slightly—that's Qin Zhan's unique aura.

Spiritual energy flowed through his body, accompanied by the faint sounds of wind and thunder, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

Across from him, Meng Xihong remained calm and composed.

Compared to Qin Zhan's extremely aggressive and supreme spiritual pressure, the pressure emanating from Meng Xihong's body seemed rather ordinary.

The spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from Meng Xihong clearly indicated that he was still in the Foundation Establishment stage. Compared to Qin Zhan's late Foundation Establishment stage, which was like a blazing sun and extremely close to the perfection of Foundation Establishment, he seemed to be just a faint firefly.

Fireflies, however, stand calmly under the blazing sun.

And it didn't budge an inch!
Qin Zhan's aura was powerful enough to make ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators have difficulty breathing and even cause their spiritual energy to stagnate.

Now, when it fell upon Meng Xihong, it was like a gentle breeze sweeping across a hillside, failing to stir up even the slightest ripple.

He remained standing quietly, his eyes calm and undisturbed, as if the immense pressure did not exist at all.

This scene added a subtle, almost imperceptible commotion to the solemn atmosphere among the three thousand soldiers of the Broken Army Camp below the stage.

A hint of surprise flashed across Qin Zhan's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even stronger fighting spirit.

Qin Zhan clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice like the clang of metal: "Sect Leader Meng, be careful."

The voice just fell.

Qin Zhan was the first to strike!

He did not use his spiritual power immediately, but instead swayed, leaving a faint black afterimage in place.

in a blink.

Its true form was like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for Meng Xihong.

His movements were fluid and swift, like clouds and wind. With each flick of his palms, he generated a sharp gust of wind, aiming straight for Meng Xihong's vital points.

As the edge of the palm passed over the other side, the air was cut, making a soft hissing sound.

Faced with this lightning-fast attack, Meng Xihong also moved in response.

Faced with Qin Zhan's sudden attack, Meng Xihong neither dodged nor avoided. His footwork seemed simple, just small shifts and movements, but he could always find gaps in the dazzling array of black palm shadows at the last second, just in time to avoid the sharpest edge.

Occasionally, when avoidance was impossible, he would raise his arm to block, or simply meet the attack with a punch. "Bang! Crack!"

The clash of fists and palms produced a dull sound, like the cracking of leather, rather than the clear sound of bones breaking.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than ten moves.

Qin Zhan's movements became faster and faster, and his palm strikes became increasingly fierce, almost transforming into a cluster of black shadows that enveloped Meng Xihong.

Seeing that Qin Zhan was gaining the upper hand and was constantly pressing Meng Xihong, Qin Zhan continued to fight.

But only Qin Zhan himself knew the truth.

He felt as if he were attacking a giant tree soaked in water, or facing a mountain that was breathing silently.

Meng Xihong's every block and counterattack was extremely simple, without any fancy moves, yet it contained a strange rhythm and a powerful, profound force.

That power did not originate purely from the physical body, but rather seemed to emanate naturally from within, from every inch of muscle and flesh. It was incredibly concentrated, and it absorbed and neutralized all of his storm-like attacks.

Even after their fists collided, Qin Zhan felt a scorching recoil force spread up his arm, causing his blood and qi to surge slightly, and he involuntarily took a half step back.

Sit down!

A murmur of barely suppressed gasp rose from the audience.

Anyone could see that in a pure physical contest, Qin Zhan, who was at the late Foundation Establishment stage, was actually at a disadvantage!

Qin Zhan's expression hardened, and he no longer hesitated.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Qin Zhan suddenly retreated several feet, creating distance between himself and Meng Xihong.

Seeing that he couldn't gain an advantage through physical skills, Qin Zhan decided to stop holding back.

He intends to use his spiritual power, which cultivators are most proud of, to completely crush them!

"Sect Leader Meng, what a strong physique! Try taking this technique from me again!"

Qin Zhan shouted in a deep voice, his hands suddenly forming a hand seal in front of his chest.

As the hand seals changed, the originally restrained late-stage Foundation Establishment spiritual power around him suddenly erupted in full force!
"Whoosh!"

Centered on him, a terrifying storm of spiritual energy instantly formed.

On the arena, the light suddenly dimmed, as if all the light had been absorbed by him.

The surging spiritual energy, like a tangible blue tide, rapidly gathered and compressed in front of him, emitting a roar like a rushing river.

A sharp, explosive sound rang out in the air, the result of spiritual energy being frantically extracted, rubbed, and vibrated, piercing people's eardrums painfully.

The three thousand soldiers below the stage held their breath, their eyes burning with fervor.

This is the General Qin they know!
If it remains still, all is well; but if it makes a move, the very winds and clouds will change color!
"Turn the sea seal!"

Qin Zhan exhaled and spoke, then his hands, which were forming a hand seal, suddenly pushed forward.

Boom!

The blue spiritual energy, gathered to its maximum, instantly transformed into a gigantic handprint several feet in diameter!

The handprint was clearly defined, as if it were formed from the purest spiritual essence, carrying a tremendous force capable of overturning rivers and stirring up the ocean, and it pressed down on Meng Xihong!

Wherever the handprint passed, the void distorted, and the solid array on the surface of the white jade arena flickered violently, its light fading and groaning as if it could not withstand the power.

The enormous blue handprint blotted out the sky, casting a shadow that completely engulfed Meng Xihong.

Before the handprints even arrived, the terrifying spiritual pressure had already descended, causing the arena floor to crack with a series of tiny cracking sounds, and spiderweb-like cracks began to appear on the white jade bricks beneath Meng Xihong's feet.

(End of this chapter)