Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 320 - 308

Chapter 320: 308

The Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon let out a thunderous roar, the silent bellow sweeping through the air!

Momentum belongs to the level of consciousness, and formations can only block physical attacks, powerless against momentum.

Pu pu pu, at least ninety-nine percent of the people fell from their seats, one by one toppling to the ground, even experts of the Spirit Sea Realm were panic-stricken, filled with great awe.

Yang Zhan came to an abrupt halt, the green giant snake behind him actually shattered by the roar, his face turning somewhat pale, hands trembling slightly.

As fingers are connected to the heart, since momentum is at the level of consciousness, any damage incurred affects the consciousness, and now his mind was in chaos, as if being pricked by needles, the pain excruciating!

He wanted to regather his Divine Sense, but with his consciousness in disarray, the moment the giant snake began to take shape it would suddenly disintegrate, and this happened several times in succession.

With his Divine Sense unable to operate normally, how could he refine nature’s spiritual energy, enhancing his attack?

What in the world was happening?

Yang Zhan looked at the furious purple fire dragon above Zhou Heng’s head, and as someone about to form a true Divine Sense in the Quasi Nascent Soul Realm, he was certain that was definitely not Divine Sense! But if it wasn’t Divine Sense, how could it shatter his Divine Sense?

Divine Sense, Divine Sense, is the refinement and sublimation of consciousness, how could it possibly collapse at a mere shout from the opponent’s momentum?

Moreover, if it were a Nascent Soul Realm old ancestor’s roar that shattered the Divine Sense, it would still make sense, given that the strength of their Divine Sense was not on the same level, but this person was Zhou Heng... It was simply unacceptable to him!

Boom!

In an inconspicuous corner around the arena, an old man suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on the purple dragon-shaped flames above Zhou Heng’s head, exclaiming, "Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon! This is the bloodline of the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon! Who would have thought that the Zhou Family lineage still had descendants!"

He was the Nascent Soul Realm old ancestor who came to preside over the event, named Yuan Shixiang, a direct disciple of Saint Yangtian, and he was over two thousand years old. In his long life, he had seen much and knew much, yet he was still shocked, his expression vividly affected, showing just how excited he was.

After a long while, he finally sat back down and thought to himself, "Previously in the Death Forest, there appeared a supreme individual suspected to be in the Divinity Transformation Realm, and now the bloodline of the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon, missing for tens of thousands of years, has reemerged. Could it be that, as the ancient prophecy foretold, a great disaster encompassing the entire world is about to occur?"

All around was silent, and it was only after several minutes that whispers began to spread, everyone looking at Zhou Heng with eyes full of reverence.

They didn’t know what was happening, but seeing so many people fallen around them, a sense of reverence naturally arose from the depths of their hearts, making them want to prostrate themselves before Zhou Heng and offer their loyalty to this Emperor.

Although Yang Zhan’s momentum was domineering, compared to Zhou Heng, he was simply like a bandit, lacking that noble air!

Zhou Heng strode towards Yang Zhan, raising his fists which instantly turned golden, while above his head the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon continued to roar furiously. He walked faster and faster, whoosh, activating Swift Cloud Radiant Step, pushing his speed to the extreme!

Bang!

Like a streak of light, he reached in front of Yang Zhan and threw a punch.

"Hmph!" Yang Zhan mustered his fighting spirit, and with a thought, a Spiritual Power barrier formed in front of him, but it had barely formed when it shattered with a clang, the golden fist unstoppable as it came thundering through.

Startled, he quickly raised another layer of Spiritual Power barrier, clang, yet still unable to fully block the gold-colored fist’s bombardment.

Clang clang clang, Yang Zhan erected seven layers of Spiritual Power barriers, finally managing to stop the golden fist, but just then, Zhou Heng swung his other fist, hammering down on him once again.

Putting up seven layers of Spiritual Power barriers was quite strenuous for Yang Zhan. Even though as a Spiritual Sea Realm Expert the Spirit Sea surged, providing endless Spiritual Power, he couldn’t withstand such intense consumption and felt a sense of exhaustion.

But Zhou Heng’s fist was already coming at him!

He grunted, tapped the ground with his foot, and quickly retreated.

But to match Zhou Heng’s speed with Swift Cloud Radiant Step was simply fooling himself; he had barely moved when Zhou Heng caught up, the golden fist hitting his face squarely.

Bang!

He was sent flying, drawing an arc in the air before crashing down heavily, his cheek immediately swelling up.

—Zhou Heng’s fists were forged by the physique of the Gold Devouring Clan, his power far surpassing that of ranged attacks using Domains.

Yang Zhan immediately stood up, the swelling on his cheek disappearing rapidly to the naked eye, the reddish color fading, returning to its jade-like appearance as if he was never hit by the punch at all.

But with everyone watching, so many eyes having seen it, how could it truly be as if nothing had happened?

A dragon in the shallows isn’t formidable, but Zhou Heng was boastful for a reason—he indeed had the capital to be!

Gulps of astonishment were heard, and the gaze toward Zhou Heng became even more reverential, while the eyes of Ying Mengfan and the other women started to become dreamy, wishing they could immediately throw themselves into Zhou Heng’s embrace.

Yang Zhan coldly looked at Zhou Heng, his hands extending agin, a layer of gray forming around him as his entire aura underwent a drastic change in an instant, from the original domineering solitude to a ghastly terror, as if he were a corpse that crawled out of a grave, decayed, rotten, and evil!

His skin swiftly withered, his hair fell in clumps, and his eyes were left without eyeballs, becoming a void of white.

Although Yang Zhan’s physique couldn’t be described as towering, his bulging muscles clearly had nothing to do with frailty; yet now, his flesh seemed to have evaporated, his skin clinging tightly to his bones as if it was a skeleton wrapped in human hide, sending a shiver down the spine of anyone with just one glance!

Utterly malevolent!

"What kind of secret technique is this?"

"I’ve never seen Yang Zhan use it before!"

"Hiss, it’s so malevolent. Even with a Formation in place and at such a distance, I still feel a chill throughout my body!"

"Yang Zhan is, after all, the most outstanding member of the Yang family within the thirteen major forces of the Heavenly Dragon Empire—how could he not have some secrets!"

"This is the deep foundation of a super powerhouse!"

The area was once again filled with buzzing discussions, as everyone couldn’t hide the shock in their hearts.

"Zhou Heng, you will reap what you’ve sown," Yang Zhan said coldly, raising his right hand, swoosh, a black shadow flickered beside Zhou Heng and in an instant formed a black ghostly figure.

Zhou Heng furrowed his brows; this ghost shadow emanated a potent evil aura, instinctively making him feel an infinite revulsion, coupled with a chilling energy that caused the surrounding temperature to plummet, seemingly freezing the flow of his blood!

"Ghost Shadow!" From afar, Yuan Shixiang’s frown deepened, his face showing a strong sense of revulsion, "I’ve long heard rumors that the Yang family might have obtained the legacy of the Ancient Ghost Corpse Sect, but I’ve always thought it was mere gossip. It seems that there’s no smoke without fire—it’s true!"

"Back in the day, the Ghost Corpse Sect ran rampant across the world, nearly invincible. Unfortunately... they encountered an exceptional figure that only appears once every hundred thousand years, almost completely obliterated by the Great Eternal Emperor! Heh, now the inheritor of the Ghost Corpse Sect is up against the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon; how ironic!"

"The Ghost Shadow ignores all defenses, targets the Divine Sense, and is extremely toxic!"

"But the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon is the true fire of heaven and earth, a nemesis of all evil. Yang Zhan really has bad luck; had he faced another opponent, even someone stronger might have met his downfall due to underestimation, but against the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon, he was utterly countered!"

"This battle, Yang Zhan is doomed!"

Yuan Shixiang sighed somberly, his demeanor somewhat bleak, considering Yang Zhan was a meticulously nurtured key figure by the Martial Pavilion, and now he was about to be defeated by a newcomer, casting a shadow over his own reputation as a mentor.

The Ghost Shadow circled Zhou Heng with its gaze, then suddenly bared its mouth wide open, letting out a piercing scream at him, its maw wider than a human head, dark and bottomless like an abyss.

"Scram!" Zhou Heng’s brows compressed, and he too bellowed, as the purple fire dragon above his head roared in unison, boom, an overbearing air surged tumultuously, the ghost shadow not able to resist for even a moment before dissipating into countless fragmented shadows, scattering in every direction.

Yang Zhan’s eyes bulged, staring at Zhou Heng in disbelief, even pointing a trembling finger at him, stuttering, "You, you you..." His eyes then suddenly flashed with realization as he exclaimed, "Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon!"

This was the second time Zhou Heng heard the term Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon. Before, Mao Yuheng had also cried out in shock, but at that time, Zhou Heng hadn’t taken it to heart. Now, hearing Yang Zhan also exclaim it, he finally paid attention.

"Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon?"

"What is that?"

"It sounds very powerful!"

"Indeed it is powerful, it instantly dispersed that ghost shadow! Didn’t you know, there are rumors that the Yang family has inherited the legacy of the Ancient Ghost Corpse Sect!"

"What Ghost Corpse Sect? Just the name is enough to send shivers down one’s spine."

The discussions from below surged wave after wave, like the rolling sea.

Yang Zhan, however, calmed down, being a genius one step into the Nascent Soul Realm. If he didn’t have this level of composure, he wouldn’t have made it this far. He gazed at Zhou Heng, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as he said, "So it turns out you’re a descendant of the Ancient Nobility—I’ve been disrespectful!"

With a light leap, he exited the ring and left without looking back, declaring, "I concede this battle!"

He conceded!

The Milky Way King, Yang Zhan, had actually conceded. Unbelievable. Even when facing the Ice Phoenix Lady and the Giant Python King, Yang Zhan had never conceded!

Moreover, what did ’descendant of the Ancient Nobility’ mean?

With Yang Zhan possessing significant influence in the Martial Pavilion, his departure was immediately followed by over a hundred people, many glaring angrily at Zhou Heng, evidently blaming him for causing their war god-like master to lose face by conceding publicly.

"Congratulations, Brother Zhou!" Sang Qingshan strode forward, his entourage naturally not lacking in followers, numbering no less than a hundred, yet each maintained a distance of more than three yards from him, as if coming any closer was a great disrespect to him.

Zhou Heng offered a smile and returned the salute, saying, "It was nothing!"

"Haha, to force the Milky Way King, Yang Zhan, to verbally concede, Brother Zhou, you are truly the first. Doesn’t that deserve congratulations?" Sang Qingshan laughed heartily, then changed the topic, "But I really didn’t expect that Brother Zhou actually possesses the bloodline of the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets on Qidian, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)