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Chapter 398: Zhong Shan’s Misstep

Everyone was stunned. Nian Youyou, standing on the floating island, was also wide-eyed. Zhong Shan\'s son? Could it be?

Not far away, Mr. Corpse stepped out from the courtyard, looking slightly surprised at the scene unfolding in the plaza.

The yellow-robed man opposite them seemed like he had swallowed a fly, momentarily unsure how to react.

Zhong Shan glared angrily at the yellow-robed man. At the same time, he channeled his mental power into his eyes. The world around him shattered, and an endless array of lightning rules burst forth.

"No one can insult a member of the Zhong family," Zhong Shan said, slashing his blade at the yellow-robed man.

Heavenly Rule! Wind Tear!

Heavenly Demon Body Refining Technique! Fifth Stage!

Red Luan Mist!

Thunder Foundation Technique! Ten Thousand Thunder Chase!

"Boom~~~"

A massive blade aura erupted from Zhong Shan\'s strike, slicing toward the yellow-robed man. The force of Wind Tear split the air on either side, a destructive power that cleaved through rules aimed at the yellow-robed man.

Endless lightning formed thunderclouds that transformed into nine massive thunder dragons, opening their huge maws to crash into the yellow-robed man. Mixed within was the Red Luan Mist, surging toward the yellow-robed man with Zhong Shan\'s full power.

It was a mighty strike. In Zhong Shan\'s fury, it was like a tidal wave, an apocalyptic force crashing down on the yellow-robed man. The plaza exploded with dazzling lightning, illuminating the surrounding floating islands.

On the floating islands, many people gaped, their eyes flashing with disbelief and horror. The lower-ranked cultivators could only marvel, while the higher-ranked ones were shocked. A Nascent Soul stage? How could this power come from a Nascent Soul stage cultivator?

"Boom~~~ Boom~~~ Boom~~~ Boom~~~ Boom~~~"

Strike after strike, Zhong Shan unleashed a torrent of destructive power. The plaza, reinforced with formations, was still filled with flying debris and stones. Dust flew amidst the lightning as Zhong Shan continued his relentless assault on the yellow-robed man.

His strength was overwhelming. The yellow-robed man struggled to defend himself. Zhong Shan\'s power was immense, and each powerful impact left him unable to counterattack. The yellow-robed man, at the Body Fusion stage, had sparred with his brothers, but never like this. This wasn\'t a spar; it was a deadly fight. Each move was a killing blow, threatening serious injury or death if he slipped up. Zhong Shan seemed unconcerned with defense, fighting like a madman!

Even though she had seen Zhong Shan fight before, Nian Youyou felt a surge of excitement seeing him battle so fiercely again. She had faced many Nascent Soul cultivators using secret techniques to reach the Body Fusion stage, like Sekong before, but this yellow-robed man was a genuine Body Fusion stage cultivator. Yet Zhong Shan remained dominant.

At first, the yellow-robed man could resist, but gradually he realized something was wrong. In this life-and-death struggle, why was he suddenly thinking of his junior sisters? And even his senior sisters with their graceful figures?

The Red Luan Mist was taking effect!

"Schiiing—Boom—"

Zhong Shan\'s blade severed the yellow-robed man\'s right arm, which exploded into fragments under the bombardment of lightning.

"Ahhh!" the yellow-robed man screamed in agony. His momentum faltered, and in fear, he turned to flee.

"Zhiguang, save me!" he cried out in terror, clutching his severed arm as tears of panic streamed down his face.

The spectators on the floating islands burst into laughter at the sight. Crying? He was scared to tears?

"Hmph, you wanted to kill my son?" Zhong Shan\'s eyes blazed with fury.

Thunderclouds roared in the sky, and nine thunder dragons attacked the yellow-robed man from different directions. In his current state, missing an arm and having lost his weapon, he couldn\'t withstand the assault. The thunder dragons might not kill him, but they restricted his movements, making escape impossible. Even if he withstood one thunder dragon, Zhong Shan\'s fierce strike was already upon him.

Heavenly Rule! Wind Tear!

This time, it wasn\'t just a blade aura but a blade force as Zhong Shan closed in. The powerful strike stirred a superstorm, sending debris flying across the plaza. Zhong Shan believed that this fatal strike would surely obliterate the yellow-robed man.

Everyone on the floating islands watched coldly. No one moved to help. Just as the blade force was about to hit the frenzied yellow-robed man, only three zhang away—

"Clang—"

A metallic sound rang out as Zhong Shan\'s blade force stopped. No, it was caught by someone.

A golden arm had caught Zhong Shan\'s fierce blade force. The storm ceased, and the lightning dissipated.

The yellow-robed man had been saved. A tall, thin monk had appeared in front of him, one hand catching Zhong Shan\'s blade force, the other making a prayer gesture at his chest.

"Amitabha, my friend, it\'s best to show mercy," the tall, thin monk said solemnly, his voice full of earnest persuasion.

The tall, thin monk had easily stopped Zhong Shan\'s powerful strike, causing everyone\'s pupils to contract. This level of power—Imperial Extremity Realm!

"Zhiguang Arhat?" Nian Youyou muttered, frowning slightly.

Mr. Corpse moved quickly, stepping forward as if to support Zhong Shan.

The gap between the Imperial Extremity Realm and Zhong Shan\'s current level was vast. Zhong Shan was no match. He didn\'t withdraw his blade; the blade force remained, held by Zhiguang Arhat.

Everyone thought it was over. With an Imperial Extremity Realm expert intervening, Zhong Shan, at the Nascent Soul stage, couldn\'t possibly cause more trouble. Surely, he would stop, perhaps utter a few harsh words at most. The spectators were disappointed.

Zhong Shan, however, did not look at the severed yellow-robed man but suddenly paused. His eyes turned blood-red, filled with even more ferocity than before. He glared at Zhiguang Arhat with a rage tenfold, even hundredfold stronger than before, his eyes brimming with unbridled hatred.

"Roar—"

Zhong Shan roared towards the sky, his body radiating a fierce aura, like a storm emanating from him.

Opening his mouth, Zhong Shan swallowed a berserk pill.

His eyes blood-red, Zhong Shan retracted his blade and slashed at Zhiguang Arhat with immense force, as if pouring all his strength into this one strike, determined to kill the arhat.

Zhiguang Arhat, who had initially caught the blade force with ease, now found himself facing a berserk Zhong Shan, whose strength and resolve had surged to a desperate and deadly peak.

The spectators on the floating islands stared in stunned silence. Had this guy gone mad? Picking a fight with anyone like they were his mortal enemy? Before, he was just aggressive; now he seemed truly insane!

"Boom—"

After taking the berserk pill, Zhong Shan\'s power surged again. With a loud bang, Zhiguang Arhat was sent flying nearly two hundred meters. Despite this, Zhiguang\'s stance remained steady, though anger flashed in his eyes.

"Friend, you are going too far!" Zhiguang Arhat shouted angrily.

"Roar—" Zhong Shan didn\'t care about going too far. His mind was in a frenzy; he was determined to kill, kill him!

With a wild roar, Zhong Shan charged at Zhiguang Arhat, his blade raised.

Everyone watched in shock, unable to understand the chaotic scene unfolding before them. The Nascent Soul stage cultivator had gone mad, abandoning the wounded yellow-robed man and attacking an arhat of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Zhong Shan completely ignored the yellow-robed man who had bullied his son, focusing entirely on Zhiguang Arhat.

Zhiguang Arhat was at a loss. Whose disciple was this lunatic? Why was he so fixated on attacking?

Meanwhile, the yellow-robed man who had been crying under Zhong Shan\'s assault looked on in disbelief. Was this guy a maniac?

"Boom—"

As the yellow-robed man momentarily lost focus, a black light struck him, sending him crashing into the ground. He found himself unable to move, as if his body was paralyzed.

Mr. Corpse landed nearby, kicking the yellow-robed man towards Zhong Shan\'s son.

Zhong Shan\'s son glanced at his frenzied father in the distance, then down at the yellow-robed man at his feet. His eyes hardened, and he punched the yellow-robed man\'s head.

"Boom—"

The yellow-robed man\'s head shattered. A ruthless gleam flashed in Zhong Shan\'s son\'s eyes. He then stood and shouted towards the distance, "Father, I have killed him!"

His face was filled with worry.

But Zhong Shan didn\'t care whether the yellow-robed man was dead or not. All he wanted was Zhiguang Arhat\'s death.

Die! Die! Die! Die!

"Boom—"

Despite being at the Imperial Extremity Realm, Zhiguang Arhat caught Zhong Shan\'s blade again, forcing Zhong Shan to a standstill. This was the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. If guests fought among themselves and someone died, it was one thing, but if an arhat killed a guest, it would be a breach of hospitality. Moreover, the guests here were either supreme cultivators or had powerful backers. Offending them could be dangerous, even for an arhat of the Pure Land.

"Friend, is there some kind of misunderstanding?" Zhiguang\'s eyes flashed with intense anger.

"Misunderstanding? Hahahahaha—" Zhong Shan laughed hysterically, tears streaming down his face as he laughed maniacally.

Zhong Shan, crying? Everyone around was stunned.

(To be continued)