Treasure Art Shows Its Might!!

However, this mutual collision was hardly what Ning Fan desired. Heaven and earth bear witness, the scene before his eyes simply made his Dao Heart tremble!

But he had just been positioning himself to strike down at Personal Disciple Qingbo's back from above. How could he possibly shift his momentum now?

Even the Three Thousand Flame Movement could not achieve such an impossible reversal in mid-air.

"..."

Ning Fan clenched his teeth, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes.

He could only risk it all!!

In that instant.

Rebounding upward from the ground, Personal Disciple Qingbo hurled a fist toward Ning Fan, her other arm spread wide to engulf him in a suffocating embrace.

If she were allowed to carry out this attack, Ning Fan would find himself in a truly dreadful situation.

"Be careful!!"

"Not good! Junior Brother Ning is in trouble!!"

"..."

Several cries of alarm rang out. The speakers were disciples of Changming Peak. The male disciples, in particular, wore highly complicated expressions.

Right now, Ning Fan looked like a pitiful white rabbit about to fall into the jaws of a ravenous wolf.

Too pitiful!

"Truly worthy of being Personal Disciple Qingbo. To leverage her physical advantages to such an extreme is exceptionally rare."

"No way! Bouncing back up after smashing into the ground like that... is she even human?!"

"I'd really like to see if there's a grease stain left beneath her. Tsk, how terrifying!!"

"You lot are too shallow, judging entirely by appearances. If I had a chance with Personal Disciple Qingbo, I'd definitely take it. Talent is what matters most!!"

"..."

Aside from the Changming Peak disciples, most onlookers were simply enjoying the spectacle or showering Qingbo with praise. This was especially true for the Yin Yang Peak disciples and the remaining Zhao family members.

Smugness gleamed in their eyes.

Teasing was just teasing.

But regarding Personal Disciple Qingbo's sheer strength, not a single person present dared to question it!!

Leaving aside raw power.

The sheer difference in physical size alone was a massive disadvantage for Ning Fan. Personal Disciple Qingbo could punch him while simultaneously wrapping her other arm around to lock him in a crushing grip.

And Ning Fan?

He wouldn't even be able to struggle.

"Hoo..."

Ning Fan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The next moment, an overwhelming surge of vital blood and Qi erupted from his body.

His blood flowed like rushing rivers; his heartbeat thundered like war drums!!

"Roar-"

A sudden Dragon Cry resounded through the air. As the echo faded, Ning Fan's right arm rapidly expanded and thickened. His sleeve shredded into pieces as dense scales grew over his flesh, shimmering with faint, intricate patterns.

"What is that thing?!"

An exclamation voiced the collective shock of the crowd. Despite there being no fluctuation of spiritual power around Ning Fan, his body had undergone a horrifying transformation, radiating a terrifying pressure.

"Could it be... a Treasure Art?!"

A sharp-eyed cultivator finally identified the source of Ning Fan's mutation. Hearing the words 'Treasure Art,' many froze, their eyes flashing with profound astonishment.

A Treasure Art could only be grasped by comprehending a Beast Soul Bone.

Ning Fan had actually mastered a Treasure Art?!

Impossible.

One had to understand that, due to the rapid dissipation of their spiritual nature, the Yin Yang Divine Sect possessed no reserves of Beast Soul Bones whatsoever.

Only Walking Disciples might ever get the chance to come into contact with one.

Yet even that 'chance' was less than one in ten thousand. Ninety-nine point nine percent of Walking Disciples had never even seen a Beast Soul Bone in their lives.

How exactly did this Ning Fan master a Treasure Art?!

Could it be.

Did he have a massive background supporting him?!

No one knew.

While the crowd's minds reeled, Ning Fan's draconic claw violently collided with Personal Disciple Qingbo's massive hand.

"Boom-" A deafening rumble echoed out, followed instantly by a terrifying shockwave that swept through the surroundings. The scales on Ning Fan's claw flared upright under the immense force, a few even shearing clean off from the brutal impact!!

But Personal Disciple Qingbo did not fare any better-

The dense fat on her right arm compressed together, forming tight, rippling folds that looked exactly like a massive coil spring!!

"Who... who won?!"

Every gaze fixated on the point of collision. The crowd held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

The next instant.

"Pfft-"

A sharp sound like a ruptured bladder pierced the air. Multiple gashes burst open along Personal Disciple Qingbo's arm. But it wasn't air that sprayed out-it was blood. Crimson gore erupted like a fountain, a truly ghastly sight.

"No... this is impossible!"

Personal Disciple Qingbo's eyes bulged, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks as her voice trembled with absolute disbelief.

In a pure clash of physical flesh, she had actually lost to a new disciple?!

Let alone a new disciple.

In her mind, excluding the Chief Disciples, there was no one across all five main peaks who could withstand a single blow from her in a contest of raw strength.

But reality was cruel!!

"Bang-"

Plunging downward faster than she had ascended, Personal Disciple Qingbo slammed violently into the ground with a sickening, muffled thud.

The surrounding disciples could feel the entirety of the Yin Yang Tower tremble beneath their feet.

Her massive frame cratered the solid floor, sending dense, spiderweb-like fractures spiraling outward from the point of impact.

Silence.

Utter silence.

The entire hall grew so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared at the scene, their hearts churning with turbulent waves of shock.

The disciples might mock Personal Disciple Qingbo.

But no one doubted her strength, particularly the horrifying toughness of her physique. Yet, even with a body like hers.

She was no match for Ning Fan in a head-on collision!!

A Treasure Art?

A Treasure Art was an extension of physical power; it did not draw upon a cultivator's spiritual energy.

"This Ning Fan is simply too terrifying."

"We absolutely cannot offend this person."

"Wait a minute, Personal Disciple Qingbo belongs to the Zhao family. It looks like this Ning Fan truly intends to fight the Zhao faction to the bitter end."

"His talent is monstrous."

"Barring any unexpected accidents, it won't be long before this Ning Fan becomes a Personal Disciple of Changming Peak himself. With such a terrifying figure leading them, Changming Peak might just rise again."

"..."

Hushed discussions rippled through the crowd. Many had already begun to envision Ning Fan leading Changming Peak on a path of conquest in the future.

Of course.

In their eyes, that future was still a long way off. Right now, the true masters of the main peaks were still the Walking Disciples and the Chief Disciples.

"Wait, what is Ning Fan doing?!"

A sudden cry of alarm rang out. Following the sound, the crowd turned back toward Ning Fan. Upon seeing his movements, their pupils violently contracted.

Ning Fan was actually striding toward the fallen Personal Disciple Qingbo!

Was he going to strike her while she was down?!

Defeating her was one thing.

But to ruthlessly follow through and expel a Personal Disciple from the tower... that would forge an absolute, irreconcilable blood feud.

But a moment later.

The crowd quickly reconsidered. The grudge between Ning Fan and the Zhao family was already past the point of no return. Showing mercy now would be the height of foolishness.

"No... you can't!!"

Watching Ning Fan advance step by relentless step, Personal Disciple Qingbo's voice finally trembled with genuine terror as she begged for mercy.

In response.

Ning Fan simply raised his hand!

And threw a punch.

Straight at Personal Disciple Qingbo's head.

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