267: One punch and I've wiped out the top ten true disciples! Come at me all at once!

At this moment, at the foot of Daozi Peak.

The largest training ground on Dengxian Island was already packed with people.

Tens of thousands of True Disciples wearing robes of various colors, Inner Sect Elites, and Outer Sect Disciples who came to watch the fun had completely surrounded the training ground.

The challengers were all flexing their fists, their eyes burning with excitement, staring fixedly at the mountain peak enveloped by a grand formation.

The one-month deadline had arrived.

In their eyes, the "Daozi" who ascended purely through luck and the Grand Elder's favoritism was about to reveal his true colors today.

"Hmph! What True Dragon Reincarnation? I think it's just a joke!"

"Hiding for a month, it's time to come out and die!"

"Don't fight me for him later! I want to be the first to challenge him and let him know who calls the shots on Dengxian Island!"

The noisy discussions were filled with jealousy and killing intent.

Just then.

Buzz—

The cyan light screen enveloping the perimeter of Daozi Peak vanished without any warning.

All sounds instantly disappeared.

Tens of thousands of eyes turned simultaneously towards the peak.

There, a tall, slender figure was slowly walking out.

He was wearing simple black casual clothes, hands tucked in his pockets, looking lazy, like a boy next door just waking up and heading downstairs for breakfast.

But the moment he appeared.

An invisible, heavy pressure, so suffocating it felt like ten thousand mountains collapsing simultaneously, fiercely slammed into the hearts of everyone present.

It was an absolute suppression of life levels.

Lu Sheng stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down upon the dense mass of figures below, which resembled ants.

His gaze was calm, yet carried a chilling indifference that made hearts palpitate.

"Quite a crowd."

Lu Sheng's voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly throughout the world.

He stretched, then leaned slightly forward, and jumped directly from the ten-thousand-foot peak—downwards!

Whoosh—

The fierce wind whistled past his ears.

Lu Sheng adjusted his posture in the air, like a falling meteor, carrying an Aura of destroying everything, plummeting straight towards the center of the training ground.

While still in the air, his slightly mocking voice spread across the entire venue.

"Since you've all come, let's not waste time."

"Guidance? No."

"It's execution."

"You all... come at me together."

Boom—!!!

A deafening roar that could shatter eardrums.

Lu Sheng smashed heavily onto the stage paved with thousand-year Black Tortoise rock in the center of the training ground, like an intercontinental missile.

Dust billowed up, and gravel splashed everywhere.

When the dust settled, everyone gasped in cold air.

The incredibly hard stage, capable of withstanding the bombardment of a Spirit Master-level expert, had actually exploded into a huge pit dozens of meters in diameter, centered around Lu Sheng's landing spot!

Countless web-like cracks spread wildly outwards.

And Lu Sheng stood in the center of the ruins, hands still tucked in his pockets, without even a speck of dust on his body.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The tens of thousands of Disciples who had been clamoring to teach Lu Sheng a lesson moments ago now looked like ducks whose necks had been grabbed, mouths open but unable to utter a sound.

The power of this jump, even without using spirit source, relying only on Physical Body weight and impact force, was enough to kill an entire group of Level 10 experts!

"Arrogant!!"

A furious roar broke the dead silence.

From the crowd, a youth clad in dark blue Flood Dragon Battle Armor leaped out fiercely, landing at the edge of the ruins.

His face was sinister, surrounded by swirling water vapor; he was none other than Lin Tian, a ruthless figure ranked in the top ten among True Disciples!

"Lu Sheng! Don't think making a little noise can scare anyone!"

Lin Tian's eyes were bloodshot; he felt immensely insulted.

To ask him to fight alongside tens of thousands of people?

What did that make him? Trash?!

"I am Lin Tian, a Level 25 Spirit Master! Today, I will let you know that no matter if you are in the extreme realm or not, those below the Spirit Master level are all ants... Die by my hand!!"

Boom!

Lin Tian stopped wasting words, his whole body's spirit source surging violently.

He formed hand seals, and behind him, the phantom image of a vast ocean materialized out of thin air in the Void Realm!

"Ocean Overturning Palm!!"

As he shouted sharply, that ocean instantly condensed into a giant deep-blue palm the size of a football field, carrying immense force and the roar of towering waves, slamming down towards Lu Sheng's head!

The might of this palm strike was astonishing!

The surrounding Disciples quickly retreated in fear, afraid of being injured by the residual shockwave.

"It's Senior Brother Lin's ultimate technique!"

"This single palm strike is enough to shatter a small mountain! Lu Sheng is being too arrogant!"

"It's over, he'll be crippled if he doesn't die!"

Everyone seemed to already see the tragic sight of Lu Sheng being crushed into a paste.

However.

Lu Sheng, who was at the center of the storm, didn't even lift an eyelid.

He looked at the giant palm blotting out the sky, and a flash of undisguised boredom and... disappointment flickered in his eyes.

"Is that all?"

He uttered two words lightly.

The next second.

Just as the giant palm was about to hit him, Lu Sheng finally took his right hand out of his pocket.

He didn't use spirit source.

He didn't activate Dragonization.

He didn't even use that so-called Spear Intent.

He simply, casually, threw out a punch towards the descending giant palm.

Pure physical strength.

The terrifying brute force of 200 tons was unleashed without reservation in that instant through the small surface of a single fist!

Bang.

A soft sound.

The aggressive blue giant palm, the moment it touched the wind generated by Lu Sheng's fist, was like a balloon pricked by a needle; it didn't even last a second—

Pop!

It exploded directly!

The vast mist before it could spread was instantly vaporized by the subsequent terrifying fist pressure!

And Lu Sheng's punch, its momentum undiminished.

It pierced the void, ignored the distance, and slammed fiercely into Lin Tian, who was ten meters away.

The sneer on Lin Tian's face hadn't even faded before it turned into extreme terror.

He wanted to dodge, wanted to defend.

But that fist pressure was too fast, too heavy, like an entire Mount Everest colliding with his chest at the speed of light.

"No—"

Pfft!

A muffled sound, like a rotten watermelon being smashed by a sledgehammer.

Lin Tian, along with the Flood Dragon Battle Armor he wore, instantly disintegrated under that irresistible brute force.

No corpse.

No severed limbs.

Only a mist of tragic, scarlet blood exploded brilliantly in mid-air!

One punch.

Instant kill!

The mist of blood sprinkled down, dyeing the shattered stage red.

On the training ground, the tens of thousands of Disciples remained in their original postures, but every face was etched with fear originating from the depths of their Souls.

What happened in that instant?

Where was Senior Brother Lin Tian?

That Level 25 Spirit Master, that existence they usually looked up to... was just gone like that?

Not even an intact corpse was left?

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed, the sound piercingly loud in the dead-silent square.

Lu Sheng slowly retracted his fist, looked down at the nonexistent dust on the back of his hand, and blew gently.

Then.

He raised his head, his dark golden vertical pupils sweeping across the trembling True Disciples in the crowd.

The corner of his mouth curved up, revealing a set of stark white teeth, his smile sunny yet cruel.

"Too weak."

"Next."

"Or... to save everyone time, why don't you all come at me together?"