A blood-red light spread through Wang Choutian's eyes, glowing like flames from the abyss. His aura swept out like a fierce storm, cracking the ground beneath him until it resembled a giant spiderweb stretched across the night sky. His voice was as cold as frost, seeming to emanate from the depths of ancient glaciers. "Today, you die!"

Then, like a ghost, his figure slowly rose into the air.

Chen Zheng stared at him, feeling an insurmountable pressure.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully activating a choice mission]

[Choice One: Directly confront Wang Choutian and defeat him to receive the following reward: Breakthrough in Cultivation Realm]

[Choice Two: Escape with your life and receive the following reward: Ancient martial arts secret manual 'Wind Treading Steps']

Hearing this, Chen Zheng immediately chose the first option. This was not out of greed, but because the Wang Family had imprisoned his beloved Wei Zixuan. From that moment on, he had vowed to make the Wang Family pay in blood, sparing no one. To him, running away was an act of cowardice.

He wasn't particularly concerned about the reward of a realm breakthrough, either. He firmly believed that with his talent, reaching the Heaven Fusion Realm was only a matter of time.

The moment he made his decision, Wang Choutian shot toward him like an arrow, ripping the air apart and leaving a white streak in his wake.

Chen Zheng, however, did not dodge. He stood his ground and reached for a longsword that shimmered with a soft light. As he gently gripped the hilt, the blade instantly transformed into a brilliant vortex of Gang Qi, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

Countless fine strands of black Sword Gang swirled around his body, like a swarm of hungry locusts awaiting their prey. With a light step, he sent the Sword Gang flying toward Wang Choutian in the sky like a volley of arrows.

Wang Choutian's eyes narrowed. His speed instantly slowed as the power around him coalesced into an impregnable energy shield. The black Sword Gang crashed against the barrier, sending out ripples that bloomed like dark flowers in the night sky.

Wang Choutian snorted coldly and shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.

But just then, a terrifying barrage of palm strikes rained down on him like a tempest. Chen Zheng stood his ground, his hands fluttering like butterflies as he unleashed one palm strike after another. Each blow varied in power and technique, like a silent poem or a flowing painting. The strikes slammed into Wang Choutian like thunderbolts, fixing him in place mid-air, unable to move.

For the first time, a look of shock appeared on Wang Choutian's face. The terrifying power contained in Chen Zheng's attacks was in no way inferior to that of the Heaven Fusion Realm. Yet, he could clearly sense that Chen Zheng's strength was only at the peak Grandmaster level. The attack power of a peak Grandmaster had somehow reached the level of Heaven Fusion!

In this world, all who are not in the Heaven Fusion Realm are but ants! Now, that saying seemed like an ironic joke.

BOOM!

While Wang Choutian was still reeling in shock, Chen Zheng leaped into the air, charging toward the sky. His True Qi erupted at full power, cascading out like a river of stars. His palm strikes were as fierce as a tempest, crashing down like furious waves.

"AHH!"

Wang Choutian roared, struggling to resist. However, a portion of his power had already been drained by the black Sword Gang, and his old internal injuries showed signs of flaring up again. For a moment, he found himself unable to unleash his full power. He had just begun to raise his palms, his energy not yet fully gathered, when Chen Zheng's overwhelming aura shattered his defense.

In a flash, Chen Zheng was upon him, raining down palm strikes like a storm. Wang Choutian could only defend himself with all his might, his heart filled with shock and fury, but he could not escape his predicament. Chen Zheng's relentless assault soon battered him into a pitiful state.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ground trembled violently as rampant energy ravaged the area, blasting massive craters into the earth.

Not far away, Wei Zixuan stared in utter disbelief at the unfolding scene.

Just then, a line of luxurious carriages pulled up to the Wang Family's gate. Elites from Dragon's Dive Pavilion and the Guo Family stormed into the compound like tigers descending a mountain.

The scene that greeted them, however, left them utterly stunned.

"Gods, is a Heaven Fusion expert actually being suppressed?" Wu exclaimed, his face a mask of astonishment. He spent every day with Heaven Fusion experts and knew their power intimately. Yet such a mighty figure was being overwhelmed by a peak Grandmaster? It was simply inconceivable!

"All the members of the Wang Family are dead! And their hired experts are hiding under the tables!" Guo Xiancheng wasn't just watching the fight; his sharp eyes had caught the finer details.

At his words, everyone's attention shifted. As they took in the full scene, their pupils contracted violently, and a chilling fear gripped their hearts. It was a cold dread that made their hearts pound in their chests.

"AHH!"

Wang Choutian's roar shattered the silence. A terrifying power erupted from him like a hurricane. Abandoning all defense, he gathered every last bit of his strength into a single palm and struck out violently. A colossal handprint formed in the air, like the seal of a demon!

The Sword Qi condensed by Chen Zheng shattered instantly before this overwhelming force. Though it struggled to reform, its speed was drastically reduced. Chen Zheng's own palm strikes were also vanquished in an instant.

BUZZ!

Chen Zheng's gaze was resolute. Once again, a massive bell materialized around him.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion rocked the sky. Chen Zheng's body was blasted upward like a meteor, but the power of the Golden Bell Guard kept him completely unscathed amidst the turbulent energy.

Even so, his True Qi was nearly depleted. He quickly retrieved a Qi Recovery Pill and swallowed it, feeling his strength surge back like a rising tide.

"Die!" Wang Choutian roared, soaring into the sky. His palm blazed with fire, a clear sign he was unleashing his ultimate attack.

Freeze!

Chen Zheng commanded silently. The Sword Gang around him abruptly condensed and shot forth. Wang Choutian's flames were instantly frozen solid. The black Sword Gang then descended, shattering the ice as it flew straight toward Wang Choutian.

Chen Zheng himself plummeted from the sky with immense power.

BOOM!

Their palms collided like clashing thunder, and the very air seemed to ignite. A tremendous shockwave spread out like a tidal wave, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Everyone was completely captivated, their hearts a tempest of fear and shock that would not subside.

Suddenly, a sound like a crack of thunder exploded high in the sky, shaking everyone to their core. The crowd stared up tensely, their eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and dread.

At that moment, a figure plummeted from the sky like a falling star, its speed so fast it was breathtaking. In an instant, it slammed into the ground, blasting a man-shaped crater into the earth. Cracks spread out from the impact like a web, as if the very ground had been torn apart.

"Power of Worried Clouds!"

Amidst the tense atmosphere, a deep voice echoed in everyone's ears. The sky itself seemed to change color as dark clouds gathered behind Chen Zheng. The clouds swirled rapidly, forming a massive pillar that coiled around him as he descended from the sky.

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