Myriad Daos of the Heaven

In fact, if Song Zian had only cursed him, Jiang Jichen might not have developed the intent to kill.

But those three had died because of Song Zian’s actions, yet not only did the man show no remorse, he was now blaming Jiang Jichen!

Such a person, with only himself in his heart, was cold, indifferent, and selfish to the extreme. He was no different from a wild animal. What use was there in letting someone like that live?

"I’ve seen shameless people like you before. I put every one of them on my kill list, and I make sure they die!"

Jiang Jichen spoke coldly, then took a step forward and launched a killing blow toward Song Zian’s face.

Song Zian never expected Jiang Jichen to be so direct and domineering, attacking the very instant he spoke without a shred of hesitation.

Even Su Fei, standing to the side, was stunned. Where was the quiet, bashful boy from before? He was like a live volcano! The moment he erupted, he projected an unstoppable aura that suppressed even Song Zian, an expert at the Innate First Realm Perfect Realm.

However, although Jiang Jichen’s aura was overwhelming and his demeanor domineering, no one believed he could defeat Song Zian.

A Seventh-level Mortal Warrior versus someone at the Innate First Realm Perfect Realm—the gap between these two Realms was simply insurmountable.

Facing Jiang Jichen’s punch, Song Zian was not concerned. He even had a smile on his face, as if his scheme had succeeded.

’As expected of his youthful impetuousness. I provoked him just a little, and he couldn’t take it. Now that he’s the one attacking me, even if I kill this brat, it’s just self-defense. No one can say a thing!’

Song Zian thought to himself. At the same time, Spiritual Patterns densely covered his hand as he sent out a palm strike to meet Jiang Jichen’s punch.

’I used fifty percent of my power in this palm strike. It should be enough to annihilate him!’

Song Zian smiled coldly, as if he could already see Jiang Jichen’s fist shattering and his corpse flying through the air.

Seeing Song Zian’s palm strike, Su Fei’s expression changed abruptly. She instantly realized his intention: he was trying to kill the boy.

"Song Zian, you dare!"

At this moment, Su Fei was truly enraged. Condensing Spirit power in her palm, her figure flickered as she moved to block Song Zian.

But the distance between Song Zian and Jiang Jichen was too close. Once they clashed, it was simply too late for anyone to intervene.

The boy was finished!

An expert at the Innate First Realm Perfect Realm trying to kill a Seventh-level Mortal Warrior—there was no suspense. Death was certain.

The adventurer squad members sighed, feeling it was a pity for the boy. In fact, some of them had come to realize that if Jiang Jichen hadn’t pointed the way and led from the front just now, few of them would still be alive.

But in the next moment, a shocking scene unfolded.

Song Zian was sent flying by a single punch, blood spilling from his mouth.

The boy, however, was as steady as a mountain, his expression calm.

What was happening?

Seeing this, everyone felt as if they had just witnessed the most impossible event.

Su Fei also stopped. She had been about to save Jiang Jichen, but now she could only stare, dumbfounded.

Why wasn’t it the Seventh-level Mortal Warrior boy who was sent flying?

Why was it Song Zian, the one at the Innate First Realm Perfect Realm, who was injured and knocked back?

Everything had gone against their expectations. Seeing this reversed outcome, these questions repeated endlessly in their minds.

"How is this possible? You... That’s physical strength! You’re actually a Body Cultivator! No wonder you could injure me at close range. You dare to trick me! I’ll take your life!"

The first one to react was, ironically, Song Zian. He was first stunned, then enraged, and finally, he descended into a Frenzy!

To be injured by a Seventh-level Mortal Warrior in front of the entire adventurer squad, Song Zian felt the greatest humiliation of his life. His reputation in the squad would plummet, and he would never be able to hold his head high again.

Only by killing the boy before him could he re-establish his standing in the Flowing Moon Adventurer Squad!

Song Zian’s eyes were bloodshot as his Cultivation erupted from his body.

Spiritual Patterns emerged, completely enveloping him.

The Innate Realm contained nine layers, and reaching the Perfect Realm of any one of them allowed a cultivator to condense a Spirit Pattern Space around their entire body. Song Zian was now at the Innate First Realm Perfect Realm, so he could already activate the One-level Spirit Pattern Power and form a complete Spirit Pattern Space!

At this point, if Jiang Jichen wanted to injure Song Zian again, he would have to break through the Spirit Pattern Space surrounding his body.

Among the Innate Realm Cultivator opponents he had faced before, only the senior apprentice-brother of the Mountain Sect, who was at the Innate Second Realm Early Stage, should have been able to condense a Spirit Pattern Space. However, it seemed he hadn’t had time to use it back then.

Besides, even if he had used it, facing the Jiang Jichen who was at the Ninth Level Mortal Realm back then, a single Soul Destruction Finger could have easily shattered his Spirit Pattern Space.

Song Zian was now in a state of rage. He unleashed his full power and charged toward Jiang Jichen with killing intent.

"Cyan Cloud Strike!"

Song Zian’s hands moved like illusions. His posture was leisurely, like a floating cloud in the sky, giving off an ethereal and ancient feeling, reminiscent of the timeless passage of ages as clouds gather and scatter.

The Spiritual Patterns transformed into a white cloud, which descended in an instant, becoming a strike from the azure heavens aimed to suppress and kill Jiang Jichen.

Moreover, the white cloud looked as if it could turn into raindrops at any moment, with each drop hiding killing intent!

Jiang Jichen’s expression grew serious, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

This Spirit Skill from Song Zian was unusual. It was an ancient inheritance, and Jiang Jichen even felt a faint sense of familiarity.

’Above the white clouds are the azure heavens. This Cyan Cloud Strike carries a wisp of the Azure Heaven Skill’s aura. No wonder it feels familiar. So he’s from the Song Family. But this must be a person from the most insignificant branch!’

These thoughts flashed through Jiang Jichen’s mind as he watched the Cyan Cloud Strike.

Su Fei and the others, however, had their expressions change drastically. They hadn’t expected Song Zian to use his Song Family’s Strongest ultimate skill right from the start. He was clearly determined to slay the boy.

In fact, everyone in the Flowing Moon Adventurer Squad knew that Song Zian had an extraordinary identity with a powerful background. Seeing him use such a Secret Skill now only confirmed their belief that he came from some great family with an ancient heritage.

The Cyan Cloud Strike was too powerful. Even experts like Su Fei and Houu Han probably couldn’t stop it. They could only watch helplessly as the vast white cloud descended to kill Jiang Jichen.

"Jiang Jichen, to die by my Cyan Cloud Strike is your honor!"

Song Zian sneered.

He had absolute confidence in his Cyan Cloud Strike.

The white cloud had already partially turned into raindrops, shooting toward Jiang Jichen like sharp arrows.

In such a situation, it was simply impossible to dodge!

However, Jiang Jichen stood his ground, not moving an inch. Facing the white cloud from the azure sky, he pointed a single finger.

"Cloud Annihilation!"

Jiang Jichen let out a soft cry. A mysterious power drifted from his Finger Technique, vanished into the void, and met the great white cloud.

Then, the cloud scattered, the rain vanished, and the world became clear and bright.

"What... what just happened?"

"With a single finger pointed at the sky, the floating cloud was utterly annihilated!"

"Why do I suddenly feel like that boy is very, very strong..."

The crowd cried out in utter shock, their emotions spiraling out of control.

As for Song Zian, his face was ashen. The Spirit Pattern Space around his body wavered and grew much dimmer.

He stared at Jiang Jichen, his voice hoarse as he asked, "What was that Finger Technique?"

He couldn’t accept this outcome!