311: Qilinzi, defeated!

Mo Yu's face turned deathly pale; regardless of the cost, he burned his life essence and poured all his Yao Race power into the giant shield!

"Break!"

Wang Zhan let out a cold shout and threw a punch!

This punch had no frills, only the purest power!

Wherever the fist wind passed, space shattered inch by inch like glass, leaving behind a cyan trail that spanned the heavens and earth!

Time seemed to slow at this moment. Everyone could clearly see that punch, containing the power of heaven and earth creation, slam solidly into the very center of the flaming giant shield!

"Boom—!!!!!!"

An indescribable roar erupted! It was as if the entire Universe was trembling under this punch!

The shockwave from the impact spread spherically, instantly leveling several distant mountain peaks to the ground!

"Crack... Crackle—"

In Mo Yu's desperate gaze, the flaming giant shield, which had condensed his lifelong cultivation and life essence, only held for an instant before emitting a groan of being overwhelmed!

Terrifying cracks spread from the point of impact like a spiderweb, instantly covering the entire surface of the shield!

"Boom!!!"

The protective Yao Race light around his body instantly collapsed, and that massive kirin dharma body let out a shrill, miserable wail before shattering with a bang!

Like a star falling, it turned into a sky full of ink-green light rain, scattering down with a sorrowful and poignant sense of a hero at the end of his road.

He was sent flying backward like a broken sack with snapped strings, carving a blinding trail of blood in the air, before finally crashing heavily into the distant mountain wall like a falling meteorite!

Amidst the deafening roar, dust and debris shot into the sky; he was embedded deep into the rock wall, his life or death unknown!

Defeated! Completely and utterly defeated!

The once arrogant Kirin Son, Mo Yu, who viewed the younger generation as nothing.

Had actually been defeated by Wang Zhan—whose reputation was loud but not yet recognized as being in a league of his own—in such a crushing, suspense-free manner!

Wang Zhan slowly withdrew his fist. The cyan Qi and blood surrounding him, surging like the sea and vast as the sky, quietly calmed down and retreated into his body like rivers returning to the ocean.

He remained standing in place, not having moved even half a step, and simply brushed off non-existent dust from his sleeves, as if that earth-shattering punch just now was merely a casual act.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly sweeping over the dead silent, devastated ruins. There was neither joy nor sorrow in his cyan eyes, like a deity looking down upon the mortal world.

Silence! Deathly silence! It was as if even the wind had stopped howling, and time had frozen!

Everyone's expressions were frozen on their faces, mouths slightly agape, pupils dilated, as if they still couldn't recover from that mind-bending scene just now.

An extreme sense of oppression and disbelief filled the air.

After several breaths, like cold water dripped into a boiling pot of oil, the earth-shaking uproar finally erupted like a volcano that had been accumulating for ten thousand years, or like a burst flood of primeval waters, sweeping across the heavens and earth!

"Defeated! The Kirin Son is defeated! My god!" A Cultivator jumped up suddenly, his face flushed red, dancing and gesturing wildly, as if it were he who had defeated Mo Yu.

"Did you see clearly? That punch just now! Just that one punch! Simple and unadorned, yet it seemed to contain the power to create heaven and earth!"

Another slightly older Cultivator rubbed his eyes vigorously, shouting hoarsely at his companion, as if he needed someone else's confirmation to believe he wasn't hallucinating.

"Heavenly Azure Sacred Body! Is this the power of one of the legendary supreme Physiques? This is too terrifying!"

A Disciple from an ancient Family turned pale. Records of various ancient Physiques from his Family flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, yet he couldn't find any Physique that could display such overwhelming might at this Realm.

"That is Mo Yu! The most renowned Kirin Son of the Yao Race in this generation! To think he couldn't even take one punch?!"

Someone said with a trembling voice, filled with lingering fear; if they had faced that punch, they would likely have already vanished into ashes.

"The posture of invincibility! This is the true posture of invincibility among one's peers! From this day on, who among the younger generation can still be Wang Zhan's opponent?"

This question haunted the hearts of countless young Prodigies like a nightmare.

Cries of surprise, sounds of horror, gasps of cold air, excited shouts, fearful whispers...

All sorts of sounds mixed together, echoing through the sky, almost overturning this ancient ruin!

Everyone's Soul was completely shaken by this earth-shattering scene that overturned the status quo!

The young Prodigies watching from afar had different reactions, but without exception, their hearts were all greatly impacted.

The Jiang Family Divine King Body, who had always been confident and composed, stood quietly in place at this moment.

"Heavenly Azure Sacred Body, is this his true foundation? I wonder which is stronger compared to my Divine King Body; I actually have a feeling of anticipation."

He muttered to himself, his Battle Intent faintly swirling around him.

"Interesting, truly interesting!" After a brief moment of distraction, a look of near-manic excitement emerged on Ji Xuanye's face.

The laziness in his eyes completely vanished, replaced by a burning light as if he had discovered a peerless treasure.

He licked his slightly dry lips, his long-dormant warlike blood seeming to boil within him.

"Heavenly Azure Sacred Body. This is worthy of being an opponent for me, Ji Xuanye! This life will certainly not be lonely!"

His smile was flamboyant and dangerous, as if he had already seen the spectacular scene of contending with such an opponent in the future.

Above the Nine Heavens, deep within the clouds.

Those powerful beings from various immortal Holy Lands, who had seen all the storms of the world, fell into a brief silence. The air in this area seemed to have solidified, and an invisible sense of oppression spread out.

"Heavenly Azure Sacred Body; unexpectedly, it has truly reappeared in this life."

A figure shrouded in brilliant starlight spoke slowly, their tone complex and difficult to discern, carrying a trace of disbelief and a trace of deep wariness.

"This child might truly possess a glimmer of potential to peer at that supreme imperial throne. The contention for the emperors path in this life has had such a huge variable from the very beginning."

"No wonder Brother Wang has been so calm and composed from the start; it turns out he had such an earth-shattering trump card."

The shock in the eyes of another powerful being slowly subsided, replaced by an extreme seriousness and scrutiny.

"Mo Yu's kirin forbidden art has already touched the edge of the Law, and its power is enough to threaten those who have just entered the Saint Realm, yet under this child's punch, his life or death is unknown. Such combat power is far beyond his peers. After this battle, the landscape of the younger generation will surely be completely rewritten! Brother Wang, congratulations. With the Wang Family gaining such a Qilin son, returning to the glory of the ancient times is just around the corner."

In his words, that sense of wariness was no longer concealed.

The other powerful beings also recovered from their shock, looking at Wang Zhan's Father again, their gazes already completely different.

Before, they might have interacted as equals, but now, they couldn't help but carry a trace of awe and a desire to befriend him.

They spoke one after another:

"Brother Wang, you hid this well! With this child here, the Wang Family will surely flourish!"

"Your son's performance today is truly brilliant and unparalleled in this generation! This old man can foresee that an invincible emperor star is rising!"

"Congratulations to the Wang Family! This is the fortune of the Wang Family, and also the fortune of our Human Race!"

Facing the congratulations from the several powerful beings of the Holy Lands around him, the calm smile on Wang Zhan's Father's face finally couldn't help but widen a bit.

Quite pleased, he raised his hand to stroke his short beard, and the gratification and pride in his eyes now transformed into unconcealed, tangible smugness.

"Haha, Fellow Daoists, you flatter me, you flatter me!"

He laughed heartily, the previously unfathomable and steady demeanor now replaced by a sense of exhaling pent-up frustration.

He cast his gaze once again toward that figure below, who was admired by ten thousand people, the heroism and smugness in his heart almost overflowing.

When he said that sentence before, people either felt it was madness or secretly laughed at his foolishness, but now, facts speak louder than any eloquence!

At this moment, his earth-shattering words from before rang out clearly once again.

But this time, the tone was no longer a calm statement, but carried a hint of exhilarating satisfaction, a smugness of "I told you so," clearly echoing in the ears of every powerful being:

"How about it?"

He paused deliberately, enjoying this moment of silence and the shock that had not yet fully dissipated from everyone's faces, before continuing slowly, yet with every word carrying the weight of a thousand jun:

"I said it long ago—"

"My son, Wang Zhan, has the potential of a great emperor!"

This time, no one felt that this was a boastful statement.