Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma_1
Everyone in the hall was momentarily stunned.
Ye Fei had just called Shenyu Palace... a bunch of "soft-shelled shrimps"?
"Heh." Zhou Weisheng sneered, staring intently at Ye Fei, "With your talent, had you joined a sect, you would certainly have been nurtured as a top figure. If that were the case, I really wouldn’t dare make a move against you today."
"But you’re nothing more than an uncultivated upstart. Do you really think so highly of yourself?"
As Zhou Weisheng spoke, he casually pointed to the spectators:
"Or do you think any of these common folks can stop me?"
"Hahaha, not sure if I can, but let’s find out!"
Suddenly, a hearty laugh came from outside the door.
The crowd hurriedly looked over, only to see the door open again, and in walked a man wearing a golden-edged purple robe and with black hair.
"Hahahaha, impressive moves, Shenyu Palace."
"The Xuan Yuan Sect has not taken action for many days, and Shenyu Palace really acts as if it’s in its heyday. You even dare to make a move against the champion of the Qianyuan competition?"
The man laughed loudly, his figure flashed over, standing beside Ye Fei.
Behind him, there was a man dressed in a green robe, looking extremely young.
Wang Yifeng bowed slightly to Ye Fei with a smile, "My master heard about the events at the Qianyuan competition and insisted on paying a visit. I couldn’t stop him. Master Ye, please do not take offense."
Ye Fei waved his hand: "It’s okay."
By this time, the man in the purple robe had already stood in front of the two, confronting Zhou Weisheng:
"Zhou Weisheng, Mr. Ye here is a guest whom our Xuan Yuan Sect plans to invite. You can’t just take him away like this."
"Long Xiuming, what are you trying to imply? Are you really going to stop me?"
It was clear that Long Xiuming was determined to protect Ye Fei, and a few words from him definitely wouldn’t change that.
But if he retreated just like that, wouldn’t it be a joke in the eyes of these people from Qingyun State?
Long Xiuming looked at him indifferently, saying loudly, "What if I am?"
"Then I will kill you first before I capture this brat and bring him back to face the consequences!"
Zhou Weisheng shouted coldly, his entire body leapt into the air, his hands condensing True Yuan.
"Thousand Silk Hand!"
Zhou Weisheng’s momentum was extraordinary.
His move was very similar to Zhang Shunlong’s; instantly, white lines enveloped the sky, smashing towards Long Xiuming like a long rainbow.
Turning to Long Xiuming, who faced the white silk that resembled a long rainbow, he simply took a step forward, his palm casually waving.
"Boom!"
With a single wave of his hand, the disrupted Spiritual Energy in the atmosphere instantly shook, and the white silk resembling the long rainbow was beaten back upside down.
"I’ll give you three chances to strike. That was one," Long Xiuming said coolly, his expression unflinching.
"Fine, then taste this move of mine!" Zhou Weisheng bellowed, his hands continuously forming seals, and the reversed white lines stabilized and merged into a pillar-like white column, smashing towards Long Xiuming once again.
Boom!
A loud crash sounded as the white column smashed down, raising a cloud of dust!
Zhou Weisheng still looked tense, despite apparently hitting dead center; he didn’t slow down in the slightest.
As the dust settled, Long Xiuming was seen holding up one hand against the white column, his expression still composed.
A purple barrier emerged around him, like protective vital energy, starting to slowly destroy Zhou Weisheng’s technique.
Crack!
A crack suddenly appeared in the white column, then quickly spread, covering the entire pillar in moments.
With a single shake from Long Xiuming’s hand, the white column burst apart, its fragments still materialized, scattering in all directions.
Instantly, the whole manor was battered with holes.
Long Xiuming’s gaze turned sharp as he stared at Zhou Weisheng:
"Sect Master Zhou, you have one move left."
Zhou Weisheng hovered in the air, looking down on everyone.
His face showed conflict. He hadn’t expected Long Xiuming to be so powerful that a single hand could shatter his strongest blow.
"This Zhou Weisheng is not up to par either. Sect Master Long casually defeated his killing move," someone commented as they observed the one-sided situation below.
"The two are not on the same level at all. If Sect Master Long had used his full strength, I fear Zhou Weisheng would be dead by now."
"If I were him, I’d run quickly. Better to stay alive than to burn out," another suggested.
Listened to the crowd’s comments, Zhou Weisheng’s brow furrowed tightly, malice brewing in his heart. He suddenly drew out a dusty turtle shell from his chest.
"Formation, activate!"
With a loud shout, Zhou Weisheng hurled the turtle shell high into the air,
As it spun rapidly in the sky, a stream of seven-colored smoke was ejected from it.
"This is..."
Long Xiuming’s eyes narrowed as his face changed drastically!
"Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma! Zhou Weisheng, do you really intend to kill everyone here?"
"Hahahahaha!"
Zhou Weisheng laughed wildly, his gaze dark and uncertain.
"During an incident in Yin Mountain, I killed a rank eight earth elemental beast and used quite a bit of the poisonous miasma, but... it should be enough to wipe you all out," Zhou Weisheng boasted, his sleeves fluttering as Spiritual Energy coursed wildly into the shell.
The Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma seemed to spiral out of control, exploding violently in all directions.
The ancient martial artists present could hold their breath for a while.
But ordinary people couldn’t, even a whiff would be lethal on the spot.
Long Xiuming’s face was a mix of emotions. He swung his robe, and a purple barrier appeared, encompassing those nearby.
Seeing even Long Xiuming, the strongest there, barely holding on, despair spread among the crowd.
"Master Ye, quickly beg for mercy from Sect Master Zhou. Perhaps he will spare you!"
"Exactly, do you really want all of us to pay for your crime? Sect Master Zhou is magnanimous; he surely won’t mind such trivial matters!"
"Indeed." Zhou Weisheng nodded in satisfaction, the turtle shell under his control forming a protective shield around him.
At that moment, he looked down from his elevated position and said approvingly, "Although you were disrespectful to me, there’s a saying that applies: ’A young man who isn’t frivolous has wasted his youth.’ It would be a pity to kill you."
"As long as you surrender, the position of elder in Shenyu Palace is yours."
