Chapter 521

Chapter 521: The Clash of the War Hammer and the Ghost Blade

Kuang Wuwei had perfected his physical cultivation, reaching the pinnacle of body-refining techniques. With pure bodily strength alone, he could contend against early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Combined with his Second Level Nascent Soul cultivation, he stood practically invincible among his peers.

Kuang Wuwei refused to believe every disciple of Tian Yunzi could match Shu Anshi’s caliber. A prodigy like Shu Anshi emerged only once in a millennium within Divine Grace Palace. Though Kun Huazi was talented, how could he compare? A mere sixth-level Golden Core disciple who’d just survived the heavenly tribution now dared challenge a Second Level Nascent Soul master? This was sheer disrespect toward Nascent Soul Ancestors.

Kuang Wuwei suddenly leaped, landing like a boulder on the Burning Divine Platform with an earth-shaking crash.

Crack!

His upper robe disintegrated, revealing corded muscles rippling with explosive power.

"Come! Today I’ll show you the true might of a Nascent Soul cultivator!" Kuang Wuwei roared, jabbing his finger at Kun Huazi below.

Kun Huazi narrowed his eyes but didn’t ascend immediately. Instead, he winked at Ye Yun. "Watch closely, Junior Brother. See how Second Brother pummels this lumbering oaf into swine’s flesh."

The mocking words floated clearly to every spectator.

Turn Kuang Wuwei into pig meat?

Forty-odd disciples exchanged uneasy glances. Were all Tian Yunzi’s disciples this insolent? Each more arrogant than the last?

True, Shu Anshi had shocked everyone by battering Fourth Level Nascent Soul Elder Ling Xudu while at peak Golden Core. Such transcendent cross-realm combat happened maybe once per millennium. But Kun Huazi was merely sixth-level Golden Core, having barely survived his heavenly tribulation. How dared he challenge Kuang Wuwei, a body-refining Second Level Nascent Soul master?

Kuang Wuwei’s face darkened as he glared at the still-groundbound Kun Huazi, murderous intent simmering.

Kun Huazi cracked his neck joints, casually waved at Ye Yun’s group, then floated onto the platform.

A transparent shield shimmered into existence, sealing the arena.

"Uncle Kuang, they say your body’s harder than mountain bedrock. Would you stand still while I punch you?" Kun Huazi grinned.

"Try if you dare," Kuang Wuwei growled.

Kun Huazi clapped cheerfully. "Splendid! If I strike seventeen-eighteen times without effect, I’ll concede immediately. Fair enough?"

Kuang Wuwei snorted. "You think leaving this platform’s that easy?"

Kun Huazi blinked innocently. "Losers surrender and leave, no? Don’t fret over victory, Uncle. If you lose, I’ll let you surrender too. No killing, promise."

Kuang Wuwei nearly choked on rage. Not care about victory? Allow him to surrender? This brat’s arrogance knew no bounds!

"Since you’re Tian Yunzi’s junior, attack first," Kuang Wuwei rumbled, muscles quivering like coiled serpents.

"How gracious." Kun Huazi stepped forward, right hand flicking. A war hammer materialized – as tall as the man himself – swinging downward with devastating force.

The hammer’s sheer mass combined with true qi created explosive shockwaves, drawing gasps from below. None anticipated Kun Huazi wielding such monstrous weaponry. A single hit could cripple even Golden Core experts.

Disciples below paled at the hammer’s oppressive aura. Yet onstage, Kuang Wuwei’s eyes blazed with battle-light. Within the attack’s epicenter, he sensed the strike’s terrifying potency – exceeding normal Golden Core limits, threatening even early Nascent Soul experts. Without his perfected physique, he couldn’t withstand this.

Why were Tian Yunzi’s disciples all freaks? Shu Anshi had crushed Ling Xudu with The Hand of the Great Wilderness. Now Kun Huazi revealed this earth-shattering war hammer.

Instead of fear, Kuang Wuwei’s combat spirit ignited. Finally understanding – Tian Yunzi’s four disciples all possessed monstrous strength. Demon Suppression Peak’s youths stood no comparison.

Abandoning all contempt, Kuang Wuwei slapped his chest. Golden light erupted, coalescing into a spectral blade. Gripping the ghostly weapon two-handed, he cleaved upward to meet the falling hammer.

Hammer and blade collided midair.

BOOM!

Light exploded outward. The resulting shockwave would’ve maimed Golden Core disciples below if not for the platform’s shield.

When brilliance faded, both combatants stood unmoved.

Kun Huazi – sixth-level Golden Core, freshly tribulated. Kuang Wuwei – Second Level Nascent Soul veteran. Their first exchange ended deadlocked.

"How?!"

"What cultivation does Kun Huazi practice? Such monstrous strength!"

"Tian Yunzi’s disciples truly defy reason!"

"I thought Absolute Heart Peak’s youths were worthless besides Tian Yunzi. How wrong I was!"

"Uncle Kuang unleashed full Nascent Soul power yet couldn’t budge him!"

Ding Qian and fellow Demon Suppression Peak disciples gaped. Since when did Absolute Heart Peak’s juniors grow so formidable? If all four disciples were like this, how could their peak’s youths ever hold pride?

"These two are aberrations. Millennial rarities." Yin Moli’s voice cut through, though her attention remained on the unconscious Ling Xudu.

Aberrations? Ding Qian’s gaze drifted to Zhuge Chong and Ye Yun. She’d witnessed Ye Yun – barely Foundation Establishment pinnacle – overwhelming fifth-level Golden Core Brother Zheng during their ascent.

What other horrors did Tian Yunzi’s quartet conceal?