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The long-silent crowd finally erupted in cheers once again.

During the few dozen breaths that Feng Zhi and Gu Changfeng exchanged blows, they didn't even blink.

When that dark golden giant hand appeared, everyone gasped!

It wasn't aimed at them, but even just the aftershocks made people feel suffocated.

"Holy crap... what kind of supernatural power is that?!"

A disciple in the front row lay sprawled on the ground, his legs stretched out straight.

"I almost thought Senior Brother was going to be beaten to death." The person next to him wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"That hand, did you see it? It was so big! Just one squeeze. I was standing at the very front, and I felt like I was about to be squeezed in!"

"Stop trying to glorify yourself. That palm strike was aimed at the senior brother, what does it have to do with you?"

"Isn't it because I'm really immersed in the role?"

Similar dialogues took place on the training ground.

The elders did not stop them; they were also discussing among themselves. The scene they had just witnessed was equally impactful for them, who were at the Purple Mansion Realm.

"Is the Holy Son really at the fifth level of the Core Formation stage?"

"A fifth-level Core Formation cultivator suppressed an eighth-level Core Formation cultivator with a single palm strike? That kid Gu Changfeng is a sixth-level forbidden warrior!"

"This is still a lead of three minor realms, but I feel like there's a difference of more than one major realm." Cao Gong was incredulous. He knew the Holy Son could win, but a one-hit kill was too much...

"You're just ignorant. The difference between a single restriction is like an insurmountable chasm. Besides, can the restrictions on a prodigy and an unparalleled genius be the same?"

"For example, two people are at the same level, but you can only challenge a genius who has cultivated the Ancient Scripture, while the other person can cultivate the Quasi-Emperor Scripture, which is a level higher. Do you understand?" Ren Maiwang explained to him simply.

"You old fool, you're explaining things so meticulously. Do you really think I don't understand?" Cao Gong was furious and embarrassed, his face flushed red. He stepped forward to argue.

"Oh right, you know."

On stage, Yang Ding crossed his arms, listened to the commotion below, and muttered to himself:

"Is the difference really that big...?"

……

Shi Gandang stood by the arena, looking at Gu Changfeng.

"Holy Son".

He walked toward Feng Zhi, and hundreds of thousands of eyes below the stage fell on him.

Feng Zhi turned around and looked at the towering man who was at the seventh level of the Core Formation stage.

"My name is Shi Gandang, and I'm not here to challenge anyone."

"Since Senior Brother has lost, I know I can't beat you either. But I want to take a blow from your palm."

These words caused an uproar in the audience.

"What is Senior Brother Shi doing? Even Senior Brother couldn't handle it, and he still wants to go for it?"

"What do you know? Senior Brother Shi cultivates a body-strengthening technique; no one in the same realm can break through his defenses!"

"But that palm strike from the Holy Son just now..."

Shi Gandang ignored the crowd's doubts. He raised his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes and looked at Feng Zhi.

"I just want to know the difference between me and my senior brother."

Feng Zhi suddenly laughed.

Are you sure?

Shi Gandang grinned: "Sure! Holy Son, go ahead and take care of it, I can handle it!"

On the high platform, Yang Ding wanted to speak to stop them, but Dan Yangzi gently pressed his arm down.

"Let him go," Danyangzi said with a smile. "Young people have their own ideas."

"Sigh." Yang Ding could only sigh.

On the arena, Feng Zhi raised his right hand. This time, he didn't unleash any supernatural powers; he simply pushed out a palm strike.

Shi Gandang roared, his muscles bulged, and his skin shone with a coppery luster.

boom!

With a muffled thud, Shi Gandang staggered back more than ten steps.

He eventually stopped at the edge of the ring.

He glanced down at the palm print on his chest and felt the terrifying power contained within it.

"You won! That's awesome! I'm impressed!" Shi Gandang exhaled and revealed a simple, honest smile.

He cupped his hands in greeting to Feng Zhi and walked towards the Tianxuan Peak disciples. Halfway there, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and called out to Gu Changfeng.

"Senior Brother, I retreated seven steps more than you! I'm stronger than you!"

Gu Changfeng, who was standing by the arena, twitched at the corner of his eye when he heard this.

He watched Shi Gandang's retreating figure helplessly, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up slightly.

"That idiot."

The tense atmosphere in the audience instantly relaxed.

Feng Zhi withdrew his hand, watching the iron tower's back as it swaggered back into the crowd, a smile appearing on his lips.

This is how a cultivator should be.

They thought this kind of person was naive, but Feng Zhi believed that this kind of personality was what allowed him to go further.

In spiritual practice, mindset is very important!

He turned around, about to walk towards the platform, but saw that Gu Changfeng was still standing there.

"What? Does your junior disciple have something else to say?" Feng Zhi thought he wanted to have another round.

Gu Changfeng remained silent for a moment, then raised his head. The fighting spirit and resentment he had shown before were gone from his eyes.

"How much force did the Holy Son use in that palm strike just now?"

Feng Zhi thought for a moment and honestly answered, "Thirty percent."

Gu Changfeng was shocked upon hearing this.

Thirty percent? His punch, delivered with all his might, was easily neutralized, while his opponent suppressed him with only thirty percent of his power.

The gap was so large that he didn't even have the right to complain, yet a strange sense of relief welled up inside him. It was as if a weight had finally been lifted from his chest.

"I understand, thank you for your guidance, Holy Son." Gu Changfeng clasped his hands and bowed deeply.

He spoke from the heart. It wasn't that Xie Fengzhi showed mercy, but rather that Fengzhi had shown him an even greater mountain.

Feng Zhi waved his hand, "You don't need to belittle yourself. I'm just physically stronger than you."

Having said that, before he could reply, she transformed into a golden streak of light and landed on the high platform.

He walked up to Bei Shenfeng, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Holy Lord."

Bei Shenfeng looked at his junior brother with a complicated expression.

Three years ago, he was just a greenhorn who had just reached the first level of the Refinement Realm. Now, he can suppress an eighth-level Core Formation Realm cultivator with a single palm strike, leaving 300,000 disciples speechless.

He stood up and then turned to face the audience.

The 300,000 disciples below the stage all stood up straight.

"I called you here today not so you could watch the show, but so you could see clearly who this person standing before you is."

He pointed and the wind stopped.

"Feng Zhi is the last disciple of our sect's patriarch. According to seniority, every one of you present must call him 'Uncle-Master' or 'Senior Uncle'."

No one in the audience uttered a sound. Seniority...

Some of the older disciples, however, narrowed their eyes and fell into deep thought about that name.

"Three years ago, in the Newcomer's Square, the stone tablet depicting the divine and demonic visions resonated." Bei Shenfeng's voice suddenly rose.

"One incense stick's time to enter the realm, three years to transform into the elixir—how many people throughout history have possessed such talent?"

"Does anyone among you think he's unworthy to be the Holy Son?" Bei Shenfeng's gaze swept across the audience.

"Now, is there anyone who thinks they don't deserve it?"

No one answered.

At that moment, someone in the crowd shouted, "Greetings, Holy Son!"

This sound was like lighting a fuse, and then a wave of sound converged from all directions.

"Holy Child!"

"Greetings, Holy Son!"

The voices of hundreds of thousands of people converged, shaking the clouds to their core.