55: That's all? You're still worthy of shouting?

The entire venue was terrifyingly silent.

What kind of overbearing, terrifying method was this!

Killing people invisibly, annihilating enemies with a single thought.

Yuan Haotian, in the distance, had a face so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

The people of the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty behind him all changed their expressions dramatically, secretly swallowing their saliva, no longer daring to look at Jiang Chen with contempt.

On the Joyful Union Sect's lotus throne, Yu Meier's captivating peach blossom eyes had also lost their seductive charm.

She gently fanned herself, looking at Jiang Chen's back, lost in thought.

As for Jing Xin of the Ancient Temple Wuxiang Temple, he merely uttered a Buddhist chant in a low voice before closing his eyes again.

And Jiang Chen, after asking that question, never looked at anyone again.

Nangong Mingyue's heart was beating a little fast.

Nangong Mingyue stared blankly at the back in front of her; his white robes swayed gently in the breeze, and though he didn't appear particularly burly, he gave her an unprecedented sense of security.

Just as this oppressive silence reached its peak, a furious roar, filled with extreme grief and indignation, exploded like a clap of thunder!

"You brat! How dare you kill my Young Lord! Die!"

Boom!

An aura a hundred times stronger than Zhao Tiankuo's earlier surged from the rear of the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty's camp.

It was an old man dressed in gray sackcloth, with a withered face, but his eyes burned with raging anger.

His figure was incredibly fast, tearing through the air, and a withered hand, burning with crimson flames, slammed down fiercely towards Jiang Chen's head!

"It's Elder Sun, the Guardian of the Blazing Sun Sect!"

"Eighth Realm Mahayana! And Middle Stage! This aura, there's no mistake!"

"He's crazy! He actually dared to attack the Saint of Hongtian Holy Land!"

A burst of exclamations erupted from the crowd.

No one expected that after witnessing Jiang Chen's unfathomable methods, someone would still dare to attack him.

And when he attacked, it was with a world-shattering killing move!

The terrifying pressure, like a mountain, bore down, making it difficult for the surrounding Cultivators with weaker cultivation to even breathe.

"Saint, be careful!"

Wen Yan's face changed dramatically, and he instinctively moved forward.

Xiao Tiandu's longsword also let out a clear, ringing hum, and sharp Sword Intent soared into the sky.

Nangong Mingyue's pretty face turned pale, and her Soul Transformation Realm spiritual power circulated frantically, instantly condensing an ice crystal shield in front of Jiang Chen.

However, facing this fatal blow, Jiang Chen's only action was to gently pull Nangong Mingyue behind him.

"It's fine."

He didn't even turn his head, merely uttering two words faintly.

At the same time, the space behind him subtly twisted, and a ghostly figure silently appeared.

It was Jiang Jiu.

Jiang Jiu's face was as indifferent as ever, but his usually calm eyes now churned with killing intent.

Anyone who dared to attack the Saint would only face one outcome.

He was about to raise his hand and crush the old man, who didn't know his place, into dust with a single palm.

"Jiang Jiu, step back."

Jiang Chen's calm voice clearly entered his mind.

Jiang Jiu's movements paused, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he still obeyed the command without hesitation, his figure once again disappearing into the Void Realm.

"Saint, this..."

Wen Yan grew anxious.

That was a powerful expert in the Middle Stage of the Eighth Realm Mahayana!

Although the Saint's methods were mysterious, his cultivation was, after all, only at the Early Stage of Mahayana; a head-on confrontation would likely result in a great loss!

Jiang Chen ignored him, merely slowly raising his head to look at the withered hand, burning with blazing flames, that was already within reach.

On his face, not only was there no trace of fear, but rather an expression of keen interest.

"Just in time."

He murmured softly to himself.

Since the day he defeated Lin Fan, which led to the appearance of the Quasi-Emperor Old Ancestor, and his cultivation broke through to the Eighth Realm Mahayana, he had never truly fought against an expert of the same level.

The method of killing Zhao Tiankuo with a glance was merely a small application of his surging Divine Soul power, combined with the Law of space and Divine Soul attacks.

It was naturally devastating against Cultivators of the Seventh Realm Soul Transformation Realm, but against a true Mahayana Realm expert, he still had to rely on genuine hard power.

Today, it was the perfect opportunity to use this old fellow who had delivered himself to test the extent of his current combat power.

In a flash of lightning, Jiang Chen moved.

He did not display any flashy Cultivation Technique, nor did he use any Divine Ability or Daoist Magic.

He simply, straightforwardly, raised his right hand, fingers together, and punched out, meeting the blazing palm that was capable of burning mountains and boiling seas!

This punch was unremarkable, not even stirring the slightest spiritual energy fluctuation.

To everyone, this was simply like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, an egg striking a stone!

"It's over!"

Wen Yan's heart sank to rock bottom.

Nangong Mingyue's fingertips were already icy cold.

The old man named Elder Sun even had a hint of glee flash in his eyes.

He seemed to have already seen that in the next moment, Jiang Chen's entire arm, along with his body, would be burned to ashes by his Blazing Sun Burning Heaven Palm!

However, just as the two fists were about to collide.

A sudden change occurred!

On Jiang Chen's seemingly unremarkable fist, a layer of dark and profound demonic patterns suddenly lit up!

A terrifying Devilish Qi, more overbearing and violent than Elder Sun's flames, as if from primordial times, erupted with a roar!

Boom!!!

A deafening roar echoed throughout the entire God Burial Valley.

Violent Qi waves, centered on the two of them, swept in all directions.

The hard black earth beneath their feet was forcibly plowed with deep, bottomless ravines.

The surrounding Cultivators were blown askew, and some who were closer were directly shaken, spitting blood and flying backward.

Dust filled the air, obscuring everyone's vision.

"What... what happened?"

"The Saint won't be hurt, will he?"

Everyone stared intently at the center of the dust, their hearts in their throats.

A moment later, the dust slowly dispersed.

The scene in the arena made everyone gasp in cold air.

Jiang Chen still stood in his original spot, his white robes not even stained with a speck of dust.

His fist and Elder Sun's flaming palm were locked tightly together.

An even match!

No, even more than that!

Elder Sun's withered old face had turned a purplish-red, veins bulged on his forehead, and the arm holding the fist was trembling violently.

His eyes were filled with shock, filled with disbelief.

"How... how is this possible..."

He squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

He could clearly feel an incomprehensible power emanating from the opponent's fist.

That power, pure and condensed, was furiously eroding his Blazing Sun True Essence, even spreading along his arm towards his Meridians and Divine Soul!

This was simply not the power an Early Stage Mahayana Cultivator should possess!

"Is this all you've got?"

Jiang Chen looked at him and slowly spoke, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"And you dare to challenge me?"

The moment his voice fell, the demonic patterns on Jiang Chen's fist flared brightly!

Crack!

Elder Sun let out a muffled groan, his entire arm twisting and deforming at an unnatural angle.

With one punch, he crippled one of his arms!