Chapter 514

Chapter 514: Blue Curtain Sky Fire

The purple Divine Thunder flashed viciously, slicing the gray Phantom Beast into countless streaks of light that scattered wildly in all directions.

Though Brother Zheng desperately tried to collect the scattered light, his delayed reaction allowed nearly a third to vanish completely.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed from his mouth. The gray Phantom Beast had long fused with his very being—their fates intertwined. The loss of even a portion directly wounded his vital essence, destabilizing his cultivation foundation.

Ye Yun stood motionless, a faint sneer crossing his face as his gaze shifted from Brother Zheng to Ding Qian’s delicate features nearby.

"Golden Core disciples of Demon Suppression Peak… disappointingly weak."

Ding Qian stared, stunned. Ye Yun’s Divine Thunder Annihilation had shattered the Phantom Beast in mere moments—a creature she knew could overwhelm even her at full strength. Yet this Foundation Establishment youth had nearly obliterated it completely. Were it not for Brother Zheng’s swift intervention, nothing would remain.

Brother Zheng clutched his chest, disbelief warring with rage. How could a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator dismantle his ultimate technique? "Impossible!" he growled, the sound more animal than human.

The Phantom Beast materialized again above Brother Zheng’s palm as dark energy coalesced in his left hand. His body tensed like coiled springs—

"Wait!"

Ding Qian’s command froze him mid-motion. He turned, confusion etching his face. Was she suggesting retreat? Unthinkable!

"Underestimated you," Ding Qian admitted coldly, eyes narrowing at Ye Yun. "A strong general indeed."

Ye Yun shrugged. "Is this the best Demon Suppression Peak offers for the Spiritual Pond challenge? Absolute Heart Peak’s disciples outclass you completely."

The insult hung in the air. Ding Qian’s group flushed with anger—they knew the truth behind his words. For generations, Tian Yunzi had overshadowed their master Yan Rushui. His disciples, particularly the enigmatic Shu Anshi, stood leagues beyond their reach.

Yet where Brother Zheng seethed, Ding Qian’s anger cooled swiftly. With Shu Anshi present, further conflict meant certain humiliation. "We’ll settle this during the Spiritual Pond trials," she declared, turning to leave.

Ye Yun chuckled, advancing. "Why wait? Let’s disable you now—save everyone the trouble later."

Ding Qian’s composure cracked. This brat dared provoke them openly on Divine Grace Peak? "Shu Anshi!" she snapped. "You’d let your junior violate sect laws?"

Laughter boomed across the mountainside. "Why involve my elder brother?" Ye Yun spread his hands mockingly. "This is between us."

Ding Qian ignored him, eyes locked on Shu Anshi. One word from their true opponent, and this farce could end. Today’s shame would be repaid another day.

Shu Anshi remained silent, not even glancing sideways, his gaze fixed on the distant rolling sea of clouds as if in deep meditation.

Ding Qian’s expression turned awkward, clearly unprepared for Shu Anshi’s indifferent response.

Ye Yun stepped forward, his Purple Shadow Sword pulsing with rippling light as Thunder Spirit Qi surged through it, accompanied by low rumbles of thunder.

"Brat, you’re courting death!"

Brother Zheng and Jia Hua erupted in rage. While they might have tolerated such words from Shu Anshi – the acknowledged strongest among Divine Grace Palace’s younger generation – how dare this Ye Yun, Tian Yunzi’s fourth disciple still at Foundation Establishment stage, a mere novice who’d only managed to destroy Brother Zheng’s gray Phantom Beast with Lightning Technique, provoke them? The gap in cultivation levels couldn’t be bridged so easily, and Brother Zheng felt certain he could kill Ye Yun with full force.

Sparks of light danced around Brother Zheng and Jia Hua’s hands as they summoned spiritual weapons, charging at Ye Yun. These late Golden Core stage elites from Demon Suppression Peak, here for Spiritual Pond challenge, wouldn’t endure mockery from inferior.

Two attacks tore through air as divine rainbows aimed at Ye Yun.

Ye Yun stood motionless while Kun Huazi and Zhuge Chong behind him sprang into action. Anticipating the assault, they positioned themselves before Ye Yun and clapped palms together. Blue brilliance erupted from their hands, instantly forming protective barrier around trio.

As they withdrew hands, blue crystal hovered mid-air – core of defense.

Thud!

The attacks struck blue shield, causing blue light to ripple briefly before swallowing both strikes like stones in ocean, leaving no damage.

Brother Zheng and Jia Hua stared dumbfounded. Their combined assault had achieved nothing.

Blue light suddenly retracted into crystal.

With perfect synchronization, Kun Huazi and Zhuge Chong stepped forward and clapped again. Crimson crystal materialized, spewing flames that coalesced into roaring fire dragon – its searing heat enough to melt stone – charging at attackers.

The two barely reacted before fire dragon was upon them. Blistering flames threatened to reduce them to ash. Only then did they realize their fatal error: Tian Yunzi’s disciples wielded power far exceeding their cultivation levels. This attack could challenge even peak Golden Core experts.

Too late.

White light streaked across, expanding into jade-like mirror before them.

Crack!

The mirror shattered into fragments as flames dissipated, leaving only residual heat.

"Blue Curtain Sky Fire!" Ding Qian’s voice trembled with fury. "Tian Yunzi actually gave you this Immortal artifact! You’re truly determined to claim Spiritual Pond."

"Sharp eyes," Kun Huazi smirked, storing crimson crystal. "Didn’t expect you to recognize it."

"Was that White Prism?" Zhuge Chong chuckled. "Shame to waste low-quality Immortal artifact like that."

Ding Qian’s face darkened. The White Prism had been her rare defensive treasure. To lose it in single strike… Zhuge Chong’s mockery nearly broke her composure, but as Demon Suppression Peak’s leader, she forced calm. Force wouldn’t prevail here.

"Satisfied?" she spat.

Kun Huazi shrugged. "We’d prefer more Immortal artifacts to break."

"Move!" Ding Qian snapped, flashing toward mountaintop. Brother Zheng and Jia Hua threw hateful glance at Ye Yun before fleeing after her.

Kun Huazi made no pursuit. Though peaks competed, they remained Divine Grace Palace disciples bound by sect rules. Destroying low-quality Immortal artifact sufficed – killing would bring unnecessary trouble.

When trio vanished into dense woods, Shu Anshi finally turned, eyes meeting Ye Yun’s.

"Junior brother." His gentle voice carried unshakable confidence. "Hold nothing back in Spiritual Pond challenge."