298: Strength Showed

Suddenly...

A stray black ghost claw swept toward Situ Jun, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

Situ Jun's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly turned around.

Facing the incoming Profound Yin Ghost Claw, Situ Jun didn't retreat a single step; instead, he stepped lightly on the Void Realm!

With a soft "hum," the air beneath his feet seemed to turn into solid ground, and a visible ripple of spiritual power spread out with him at the center.

Then, a pressure no weaker than any Nascent Soul Cultivator present erupted like a sleeping volcano!

This pressure was steady and heavy, carrying an indescribable dominance; the surrounding air seemed to be compressed into solidification.

And this was only the result of his deliberate suppression—if he were to erupt with full power, everyone present would likely be forced back by this pressure.

"Bang!"

Situ Jun raised his hand and struck out with a palm strike.

It was a seemingly ordinary palm strike, yet it precisely struck the center of the Profound Yin Ghost Claw.

The black ghost claw instantly shattered, turning into wisps of black mist that dissipated into the air, while the aftershock was completely neutralized by the spiritual power surrounding him.

This scene instantly drew the attention of all the Nascent Soul Cultivators present.

Elder Yin Gu's hand, which was forming a technique, suddenly paused. His cloudy eyes stared fixedly at Situ Jun, his pupils filled with disbelief, as if he were seeing this young man for the first time.

Not long ago in the cave, this kid had clearly only shown a Cultivation of the Late Golden Core Stage and hadn't even dared to fight for treasures. How could he possibly possess such terrifying strength?

Luo Yu stopped in mid-air, her clothes fluttering. Her fair and beautiful face was full of suspicion and surprise. She subconsciously knitted her willow-like brows, her originally calm expression replaced by a hint of gravity.

The eyes of the White-robed Nascent Soul Cultivator, who had remained silent, slightly retracted their Sword Qi. His brow furrowed deeply, and his fingers gripping his longsword tightened instinctively—he could feel that the control of spiritual power in Situ Jun's palm strike just now was not a bit weaker than his own.

Withered Bone Ascetic floated in mid-air, and the Skull Prayer Beads around his neck suddenly stopped spinning, each bead glowing with an eerie light as they hung quietly.

He opened his jaw but made no sound; only two flickers of eerie green Soul Fire danced violently in his eye sockets, clearly shaken by this sudden turn of events.

Mysterious Clarity Master and the others also turned their heads, their gazes locking onto Situ Jun as he hovered in the air. Their pupils shrank suddenly, their faces filled with shock and suspicion, wishing they could immediately take out the xuantian tortoise shell to perform a divination on whether the person suppressing the Apocalypse Luck was this Situ Jun.

"This Situ Jun... is actually a Nascent Soul Cultivator? How is that possible!"

Elder Yin Gu cried out in shock, his voice filled with disbelief.

"In the cave earlier, he clearly only showed a Cultivation of the Late Golden Core Stage. How could he have broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm in such a short time?"

"What the hell!"

Withered Bone Ascetic muttered to himself. The Skull Prayer Beads stopped spinning in the air as he asked in confusion:

"Could he have been hiding his strength all along? But why would he do that? There's no need for a Nascent Soul Cultivator to play the fool among low-level Cultivators!"

Most of the people present were long-famous Nascent Soul Cultivators. They hadn't taken Situ Jun seriously before, treating him as a lucky Golden Core Cultivator who managed to survive in the Secret Realm. Some had even planned to kill him conveniently to avoid him being an eyesore.

But now, the pressure Situ Jun erupted and his strength in easily neutralizing Elder Yin Gu's killing move were all slapping their faces—this seemingly unremarkable young man was actually a hidden Nascent Soul Cultivator!

Moreover, seeing his composure during that strike, his Cultivation was likely not lower than theirs.

Taking advantage of the moment everyone was too stunned to react, a cold arc curled at the corner of Situ Jun's mouth, and he gave a cold snort.

He swept his sleeve abruptly. The movement seemed casual, but it carried an irresistible force.

"Boom!"

Boundless spiritual power, like a bursting flood, surged from his sleeve and transformed into an invisible giant palm that slammed heavily onto the plain below.

The ground shook violently as if a small earthquake had occurred, and a massive crater instantly appeared before everyone's eyes.

The crater was several meters deep and dozens of meters in diameter. The green grass around it was uprooted by the violent spiritual power, and soil mixed with gravel splashed into the air, revealing the crystal fragments buried underground.

This strike was not intended to harm anyone but to establish dominance.

Situ Jun's cold gaze slowly swept over the crowd, first landing on the ashen-faced Elder Yin Gu, then passing over the playfully interested but undeniably wary Withered Bone Ascetic, and finally looking at Luo Yu, the white-robed Cultivator, and the others.

His voice was like ice, carrying an unquestionable authority as it rang in everyone's ears:

"I don't care if you want to eliminate low-level Cultivators and hog the Legacy for yourselves. But remember—don't provoke me!"

After speaking, he ignored the shocked gazes of the crowd. The spiritual power around him rippled slightly, and his Divine Sense spread out again like a tide.

He knew very well that now was not the time to get entangled with these people—Daoist Ming Ya's Secret Realm had existed for a thousand years, and as a Void Refining master, this space could not be so peaceful; it must hide countless dangers.

With the slightest carelessness, even a Nascent Soul Cultivator could fall here.

More importantly, he wanted to find Tu Xiong as soon as possible to collect the space pearl.

Since Tu Xiong previously held the space pearl, he would surely have left unique traces in this space.

"I can't leave for the time being. The priority is to find Tu Xiong as soon as possible."

Situ Jun thought to himself.

He was well aware that only by finding Tu Xiong could he learn the whereabouts of the space pearl. Only by refining or claiming ownership of the pearl could he leave this space.

With that thought, Situ Jun didn't linger.

His figure blurred, turning into a streak of silver light that sped toward the mountains deep within this space.

The light streaked across the sky, leaving a faint trail before quickly disappearing into the distant mist.

Back at the original spot, Elder Yin Gu and the others looked at each other, their expressions complex to the extreme.

They looked in the direction Situ Jun had left, then at the scattered corpses of the low-level Cultivators. The greed and urgency on their faces remained, but a hint of wariness had entered their hearts.

This suddenly appearing Situ Jun had undoubtedly become the biggest variable on their path to seizing the Legacy.

"Hmph, he's just a junior hiding his strength, nothing to fear," Elder Yin Gu was the first to break the silence, his voice raspy. "The Legacy is ahead; don't let him disturb your minds! Let's go and see what's further ahead!"

As he spoke, he was the first to turn into a cloud of black smoke, flying toward the mountains on the other side.

The others exchanged glances, suppressed their doubts, and used their respective movement techniques to follow.

For a time, several streaks of light in various colors streaked across the gray sky one after another, like meteors racing toward the mountains deep in the space.

Only the messy plain and the lingering scent of blood in the air remained.