C378 Blood Dyeing the Blue Sky the Sky the Blue Sky(1)

“Bang... Bang...”

The sound of various objects shattering echoed around.

The people from the Fallen Sun Country began to advance, while the members of the Profound Heaven Sect set aside their wine jars and gripped their weapons tightly, each one filled with a fighting spirit that soared to the skies. Their blood was already boiling; what was there to fear in a battle?

However, another “Bang...” disrupted the tense atmosphere.

Woo Zhengyang turned around and chuckled to himself.

It turned out that when everyone had tossed aside their wine jars, Bing'er and the other three women hadn’t quite matched the men’s fervor. Each of them held a jar, unsure where to place it. Finally, Huo'er caught on and tossed her jar aside, causing the noise.

With so many eyes on her, Huo'er felt a bit self-conscious. To cover her embarrassment, she took the jars from the other three women and threw them all away in one go.

This little incident inevitably sparked some chatter among the onlookers, but it didn’t affect the Profound Heaven Sect and the Fallen Sun Country, who quickly returned to their tense standoff.

Nie Fengyu and Uncle Fu stood at the forefront, eyeing the elders from the Fallen Moon Sect and the Fallen Star Sect with caution.

Though they were all at the Reality Condensing Stage, Nie Fengyu and Uncle Fu were at its early phase, while the elders from the Fallen Moon and Fallen Star Sects were in the mid-phase.

In the rear, the elder of the Sunset Sect stood firm, his power at the late stage of the Reality Condensing level. Meanwhile, the Fallen Sun Country had over a dozen experts at the Shape Gathering stage, while the Profound Heaven Sect had only four or five. The disparity was glaring.

Yet, five individuals showed no sign of tension. These were the ever-composed Bing'er and her three companions, along with Woo Zhengyang, who wore a perpetual smile.

"Just finished my last drink, and here comes the fool. Uncle Fu, you handle that big oaf Wong Jinghai. I'll take the head of the old fool from the Fallen Moon Sect," Woo Zhengyang chuckled lightly.

Even at this moment, his audacity was astounding, causing onlookers to shake their heads in disbelief. Was he out of his mind?

Wong Jinghai, dubbed the big oaf, and the elder from the Fallen Moon Sect, called the old fool, were both infuriated.

"Charge! I'll kill this brat first!" the elder from the Fallen Moon Sect shouted angrily, abandoning the recently devised encirclement strategy, and lunged at Woo Zhengyang.

Mid-air, a Vital Spirit Giant Hand was already descending upon Woo Zhengyang.

For years, the elder had lived in seclusion, detached from worldly affairs, only to be insulted by this young upstart. How could he not be enraged?

"Your tongue's sharper than mine!" Nie Fengyu remarked with a light laugh, ready to join the fray as the elder from the Fallen Moon Sect attacked.

In his view, Woo Zhengyang was merely trying to disrupt the attack rhythm of the others, not actually intending for Woo Zhengyang to take on the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect.

Uncle Fu was ready to protect Woo Zhengyang at a moment's notice. Although he was fighting for the Profound Heaven Sect, his ultimate goal was to safeguard Woo Zhengyang alone.

However, before Nie Fengyu and Uncle Fu could act, they saw Woo Zhengyang already charging forward with the No Life Sword, the four women following closely behind.

"No!"

"No!"

Nie Fengyu and Uncle Fu shouted almost simultaneously, but it was too late. Woo Zhengyang had already reached the Vital Spirit Giant Hand.

The spectators were dumbfounded. They thought he was calling others foolish, but he seemed to be the reckless one.

A mere martial artist at the Reality Condensing Stage, facing off against a practitioner two major stages higher, was nothing short of a death wish. And to drag the four women into this seemed even more reckless.

For a moment, a mix of complex thoughts filled everyone’s minds. But soon, shock replaced those thoughts.

With a gentle swing of what appeared to be an ordinary long sword, Woo Zhengyang split the Vital Spirit Giant Hand of the Fallen Moon Sect's elder in two, shattering it completely...

Stunned!

Thousands were stunned at the same time!

"How did he do that?" someone exclaimed in disbelief.

The gap between the Reality Condensing Stage and the Shape Gathering Stage is immense. Even a casual strike from someone at the Reality Condensing Stage would be overwhelming for those at the Shape Gathering Stage. This was evident from Wong Jinghai's recent display.

Even though Woo Zhengyang was exceptionally talented, mastering both body and spirit cultivation, and possessing dual elemental affinities, it seemed impossible to bridge such a vast gap.

Yet, Woo Zhengyang had done just that.

His recent sword strike appeared effortless. He didn't rely on his elemental powers or any special martial techniques or formations. It was just a casual swing, more graceful than the furious elder from the Fallen Moon Sect.

"Could Woo Zhengyang also be at the Reality Condensing Stage?" someone speculated.

"Impossible. He's been cultivating for less than a year. If he had reached the Reality Condensing Stage, we might as well give up. Not even the sages of old advanced that quickly."

While some continued to speculate, others remained wide-eyed and open-mouthed in shock.

"He has some skill, but he's just leaning on those Shape Gathering Stage girls behind him. Let's see how long he can keep this up," the elder from the Fallen Moon Sect scoffed.