C382 This Was too Much!

The elder of the Fallen Moon Sect passed away suddenly. No one expected Woo Zhengyang to unleash such power, striking down an expert at the Reality Condensing Stage with a single sword blow, then swiftly pursuing and finishing the job.

"You didn't realize I was just using you for practice? If I wanted to kill you, you'd be long gone!"

Everyone suddenly recalled Woo Zhengyang's earlier words, realizing he was telling the truth—he was merely using the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect as practice.

"To casually defeat an expert at the Reality Condensing Stage, could Woo Zhengyang's strength really rival that of a Martial King?"

"I only know that Woo Zhengyang has become incredibly powerful. After this battle, his name will surely spread far and wide, perhaps even remembered for generations..."

At this moment, everyone wholeheartedly agreed with this sentiment. From the time he truly harnessed his Origin Genuine Qi and embarked on the martial path, to now defeating an expert at the Reality Condensing Stage, it took him less than a year. This remarkable strength is destined to be remembered.

What the crowd didn't know was that Woo Zhengyang still felt a lingering fear from that recent sword strike. Though it seemed Jing'er was in danger, the four women had unwavering trust in him. Woo Zhengyang was filled with fighting spirit, yet he dared not be careless. After all, the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect was a genuine expert at the Reality Condensing Stage, with skills, martial techniques, and combat experience far beyond the ordinary, not to mention Woo Zhengyang, who was just a small martial artist leveraging this battle for growth.

Woo Zhengyang's sword skills were still limited to just one technique: the "Ink Night Sword Washing Arts."

In the depths of the Ink Night, the sword's light transformed into starlight, cleansing the intent within the blade, leaving no trace as it struck silently.

Originally, Woo Zhengyang could only perform the first two moves. However, just before he was about to strike, he realized that these moves were meant for the earlier stages of cultivation, relying on Origin Genuine Qi. If he used them against an opponent who wielded sword skills powered by true essence, he would be at a disadvantage. Even if he tried to use true essence himself, the compatibility would be lacking, creating a significant gap.

Reflecting on his current state, Woo Zhengyang instinctively thought of the third move: cleansing the intent within the sword!

This move corresponded to the Shape Gathering Stage, where true essence could truly unleash the sword technique's power. If he could pull off this move, it would definitely match the opponent's strike. Yet, Woo Zhengyang wasn't confident he could execute it perfectly.

In the end, Woo Zhengyang decided to take a gamble!

But before he did, he positioned himself in front of Jing'er, shielding her with his body. The four women had placed their trust in him, and he couldn't let them bear the consequences of his risk.

As it turned out, Woo Zhengyang's gamble paid off.

The power of this strike exceeded his expectations.

Cleansing the intent within the sword, like the technique used by the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect, relied on the key of containing true essence and releasing it explosively at the right moment.

It was like a master swordsman who, after shedding all pretenses, appeared as harmless as any ordinary person. Yet, when he chose to strike, he was more formidable than those who flaunted their skills.

With powerful sword techniques, the chilling force of his true essence, and the King Rank weapon, the No Life Sword, Woo Zhengyang achieved the remarkable feat of injuring an expert at the Reality Condensing Stage with a single strike.

"Strike while the iron is hot," they say, and Woo Zhengyang wasn't about to show mercy. He seized the opportunity to pursue his gravely wounded enemy, delivering a fatal blow.

"You beast! You..."

The elder of the Fallen Sun Sect, who was rushing through the air, saw that Woo Zhengyang's sword had already pierced the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect. He trembled with anger, his face flushed with rage.

The elder of the Fallen Star Sect was equally furious, but all he could do was fume helplessly. The turn of events had been so swift and unexpected. None of them had anticipated that Woo Zhengyang's sword would be so powerful. Even with a King Rank weapon, they themselves might not have been able to easily injure an expert at the Reality Condensing Stage so severely.

Yet, after the initial shock, a peculiar glint appeared in their eyes. The stronger the No Life Sword, the better it was for them. At that moment, their only thought was to kill Woo Zhengyang as quickly as possible and seize the No Life Sword for themselves.

The two were ready to join forces, but not everyone was on board with their plan. Just as they were about to make their move, Uncle Fu and Nie Fengyu intercepted them, engaging in combat mid-way.

Nie Fengyu wielded a blood-red spear, while Uncle Fu brandished an impressively broad battle knife. The interplay of spear and knife created a synergy that allowed them, despite being at the early stages of their skills, to hold off one mid-level and one advanced-level opponent.

Witnessing this, Woo Zhengyang was convinced that Uncle Fu's recent absence from the Profound Heaven Sect was part of a premeditated strategy. Without prior rehearsal, such coordination would have been impossible. Nie Fengyu, who had seemed ready to surrender when facing the three sects of the Fallen Sun Country, had never truly intended to give up. Woo Zhengyang couldn't help but admire his Sect Master, who, despite his eccentric ways, proved reliable in critical moments.

The teamwork between Nie Fengyu and Uncle Fu was remarkably sophisticated, growing more adept with each clash. Initially at a disadvantage, they began to hold their ground. Observing this development, Woo Zhengyang decided to hold back and turned his attention to Wong Jinghai and the others.

The scene, which should have been chaotic with the Profound Heaven Sect being suppressed, turned into a clash between masters due to Woo Zhengyang's preemptive strike. The death of the Fallen Moon Sect's elder and the joint efforts of Nie Fengyu and Uncle Fu to hold off the other two sects' elders suddenly erased the overwhelming advantage of the three sects from the Fallen Sun Country.

Although they still had many more practitioners at the Shape Gathering Stage than the Profound Heaven Sect, Woo Zhengyang, whose combat power rivaled that of a Reality Condensing Stage expert, was enough to make these practitioners wary. So, when Wong Jinghai noticed Woo Zhengyang's gaze on him, he couldn't help but shiver.

"I said, once you drink the farewell wine, it's time to lose your head. Are you ready, fool?" Woo Zhengyang chuckled as he walked toward Wong Jinghai, sword in hand.

"Woo Zhengyang, don't push it too far!" Wong Jinghai's words left everyone stunned. The leader of the Fallen Sun Sect, claiming to be bullied by a mere youth...

"Push it too far? When you were in Heavenly Martial City, joining forces with Yue Jiuxiao and others to take me away, did you ever think about who was pushing it too far? When you and the three sects of Fallen Sun Country surrounded my Profound Heaven Sect and tried to wipe us out, did you think about pushing it too far?" Woo Zhengyang's questioning left Wong Jinghai speechless.

Once brimming with confidence, believing the Profound Heaven Sect was already in their grasp, they never imagined that what seemed like a foregone conclusion could be dramatically overturned by a mere young boy.