206: Chapter 206 One palm strike, and Young Master Crimson Fiend kneels!

However—Shen Chong stood in place, unmoving.

He gripped the azure sword in his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white as the spiritual power of his Azure Wood Precious Body surged wildly, condensing into a layer of cyan halo around him.

At this moment, his heart was filled with fear!

This sword strike was definitely not something he could block!

The Profound Light Shield couldn't block it, the Green Lotus Sword Art couldn't block it, and even if Liu Xuzi acted, he might not be able to block it.

Shen Quan gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at the blood-colored beam of light drawing closer, his whole body trembling.

As the sword light shot forth, he was enveloped by an invisible pressure, unable to move a muscle.

Sun Buer's face was deathly pale as he pulled out talisman after talisman from his robes, frantically throwing them in front of himself, attempting to block the blood-colored beam.

But the moment those talismans touched the beam, they turned to ash instantly, as if they were made of paper.

"It's over..."

Sun Buer closed his eyes.

The blood-colored beam drew closer, the scent of death rushing towards him.

Just at this moment—a lazy voice came from the Void Realm.

"As expected of the son of the Tiansha Abyss Lord."

The voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the ears of everyone present, as if whispering right beside them.

Immediately after—a hand reached out from the Void Realm.

The slender fingers were as fair as jade, emitting a warm luster under the blood-colored sunlight.

That hand pressed casually onto the blood-colored beam, which was as thick as a mountain.

The motion was casual, as if pressing down on an ant.

"Crack."

A crisp shattering sound rang out.

The blood-colored beam, capable of obliterating the Void Piercing Realm, split open with a tiny crack at the spot where the finger pressed down.

The crack spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, diffusing in all directions like a spiderweb.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

The shattering sounds became denser and louder.

In the blink of an eye, the entire beam was covered in dense cracks, like a delicate piece of porcelain about to shatter.

"Boom—"

The blood-colored beam exploded with a roar, turning into specks of blood-colored light that dissipated across the sky.

The spiritual power storm swept across the surroundings, instantly turning the ground within a radius of hundreds of zhang into powder; gravel flew, and dust filled the air!

But the moment those specks of light touched that hand, they evaporated instantly like melting snow under the scorching sun.

Ye Xuan's pupils constricted, his face full of horror.

"Impossible... This is impossible..."

His voice was trembling.

This sword strike was not his own power, but rather borrowed from a wisp of Sword Intent his father had left within the precious sword.

But even though he had only used a sliver of it, its power was enough to instantly kill any Cultivator at the Peak of the Dharma Image Realm!

Even a Cultivator in the Void Piercing Realm would be severely injured by this strike, yet now, someone had casually crushed it right in front of him!

"Who is it?!"

He suddenly looked up, staring fixedly at the direction from which the hand had reached out.

In the Void Realm, a figure stood with hands behind his back.

His hands were tucked into his sleeves, dressed in a cyan robe, with a lazy demeanor.

It was none other than Shen Qingyuan.

"Ninth Uncle!"

Shen Quan widened his eyes, his face full of pleasant surprise.

Why did Ninth Uncle come?

Shen Chong was also stunned, his hand holding the long sword trembling slightly, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Ninth Elder..."

Sun Buer slumped directly onto the ground, panting heavily, his eyes full of the relief of surviving a disaster.

He knew that with this Senior appearing, let alone Ye Xuan, even if Ye Xuan's father came, he wouldn't be able to do anything to them.

In the distance, the other Cultivators were also stunned.

Everyone widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the figure in the Void Realm, their faces full of confusion.

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know... Where did he come from?"

"He was actually able to casually crush that terrifying sword strike from Young Master Chisha!"

"When did such a terrifying Genius appear among the younger generation?"

Whispers rose one after another, and everyone's faces were filled with doubt and shock.

Ye Xuan stared fixedly at Shen Qingyuan, his Divine Thought probing out, scanning Shen Qingyuan's body repeatedly.

Sixth level of the Meridian Opening Realm.

His aura was floating, his Foundation unstable; at a glance, he was clearly just a showpiece propped up by Medicinal Pills.

But that move just now was definitely not something someone in the Meridian Opening Realm could do!

"Who exactly are you?!"

Ye Xuan's voice was hoarse, his eyes full of wariness.

Shen Qingyuan did not answer, only looking down at the three people—Shen Quan and the others—slumped on the ground, the corners of his mouth curling into a slight arc.

"Not bad, stronger than I imagined."

Shen Quan grinned, struggling to climb up and brushing the dust off his body: "Ninth Uncle, if you had arrived any later, you wouldn't have been able to see us anymore!"

Shen Qingyuan glanced at him: "Go back and practice properly. I gave you something to save your life, yet you didn't even know how to use it!"

He turned around and looked at Ye Xuan.

That gaze was calm, lazy, and carried not a hint of killing intent.

Yet, under this calm gaze, Ye Xuan felt as if he had been targeted by an ancient Vicious Beast; the hairs on his body stood on end, and a chill rushed from his spine straight to his forehead!

"You..."

He instinctively took half a step back, gripping the crimson sword in his hand tightly.

Shen Qingyuan raised his right hand, his slender fingers flicking lightly in the Void Realm.

"Pop."

A soft sound rang out, like a pebble falling into a lake.

Ye Xuan's whole body stiffened, and a terrifyingly extreme force squeezed in from all directions, trapping his body tightly!

That feeling was just like the pressure his father would erupt with when in a rage, making him unable to move even a single finger!

"What?!"

Ye Xuan's pupils constricted.

He desperately mobilized the spiritual power in his body, burning his essence blood, and even using forbidden arts, wanting to break free from that restraint.

However—it was useless.

That force suppressed him firmly!

"Crack, crack, crack—"

His bones began to shatter, starting from his toes, inch by inch, spreading to his lower legs, thighs, spine, ribs...

Excruciating pain surged like a tide, making him almost faint.

But he gritted his teeth, holding on firmly, without letting out a scream.

"Sen... Senior, spare my life!"

At this moment, he no longer had that arrogance from before.

In the distance, those Cultivators were completely dumbfounded.

Lie Yangzi of the Burning Flame Ancient Land widened his eyes, his mouth agape, the whole person struck as if by lightning, frozen in place.

What did he see?

The Young Master Chisha of the Tiansha Abyss, a peerless Genius at the Peak of the ninth level of the Dharma Image Realm, was actually kneeling in front of that young man, trembling all over, not even daring to lift his head!

"Who exactly is that person?!"

His voice was trembling.

A Disciple of the Tianxuan Sect beside him swallowed his saliva and lowered his voice: "That Baishui of the Blood Rain Pavilion just shouted 'Ninth Uncle', so he should be a Genius from the Blood Rain Pavilion."

"Blood Rain Pavilion? What kind of background does this Blood Rain Pavilion have?"

Lie Yangzi's voice changed its tone.

Ye Xuan was the son of the Tiansha Abyss Lord, a top Genius of the Central Plains, yet a figure like this actually had no power to contend in the hands of this Genius from the Blood Rain Pavilion!

Shen Qingyuan ignored the surrounding discussions, only looking down at Ye Xuan, who was kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently: "Is your father Ye Chen?"

Ye Xuan trembled all over, gritting his teeth and nodding: "Yes."

"Saint King Realm Peak?"

"Yes."

Ye Xuan looked up, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes: "I hope Senior will consider my father..."

"That's enough."

Shen Qingyuan interrupted him, his tone still indifferent, "Even if your father came, it wouldn't matter."

Ye Xuan's expression stiffened.

If anyone else had said this, he would have already stabbed them with his sword.

But this young man before him—he dared not.

Shen Qingyuan raised his hand, his slender fingers slicing lightly through the Void Realm.

A golden streak of light appeared out of thin air, like a sharp blade cutting through space.

The light streak expanded rapidly, turning into a space tear a zhang wide.

Within the tear, phantoms of mountains, rivers, Spirit Medicines, and palaces flickered in and out of view, emitting an ancient and vicissitudinous aura.

The Xuantian Secret Realm portal opened wide.

Ye Xuan's pupils constricted, staring fixedly at the tear.

"You... what are you going to do?"

His voice was trembling.

Shen Qingyuan did not answer, only raising his hand and waving it.

An invisible force surged from his palm, wrapping around Ye Xuan and throwing him into the tear.

Afterwards, he beckoned to Shen Quan and the others, taking everyone to fly straight into the seventh floor of the Sacred Tower.

Zhou Yuan followed behind them, looking at Shen Qingyuan, and asked curiously: "Senior, isn't this Sacred Tower only for people under thirty? How did you get in, Senior?"

Hearing this, Sun Buer and Qin Mo beside him also pricked up their ears.