Perfect: I am Shi An from Shicun, and I am Huang’s brother!

Chapter 243 The Gap Is Huge
Shi An's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, sweeping over each member of the Zhan Clan.

"What...what are you going to do?"

"Don't do anything reckless. We are members of the Zhan Clan. If you harm us, the Zhan Clan will not let you off the hook."

"Yes, and my Yin Yang Academy too."

"And our Bailu Academy."

Seeing the look in Shi An's eyes, everyone's hearts trembled. An ominous premonition surged into their hearts, and they unconsciously took several steps back, their faces full of fear and unease.

Several people, though outwardly fierce, began to shout, attempting to intimidate Shi An with the power behind them.

But Shi An paid no attention to this. Instead, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes were full of disdain: "War Clan? Yin Yang Academy? White Deer Academy? So what?"

"Right now, here, there are no elders or masters from your sect."

Shi An's indifferent voice echoed in the empty stone chamber, each word piercing the marrow of the Zhan Clan members like an ice pick.

"boom!"

After he finished speaking, his aura suddenly changed, and a vast and boundless pressure spread out, as if he had transformed into the master of this world. The Zhan Clan members felt their breath catch in their throats, their legs went weak, and many of them even knelt down involuntarily, their faces full of fear.

However, to Shi An's surprise, even in such a situation, there were still people who were defiant, all bluster and no substance.

Despite his immense fear, a young cultivator mustered his courage and shouted at Shi An with a fierce but weak voice, "You... don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have some strength. Wait until we get out of here..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shi An's gaze sharpened, and a piercing stare shot towards the cultivator, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to utter the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Do whatever you want? When you used your powerful backers to bully others, were you doing whatever you wanted?"

Looking at the limp young cultivator, Shi An spoke coldly, his words carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"enough!"

At this moment, on the fourth-floor stone platform, seeing Shi An pressing closer and closer, Zhan Jingfeng immediately shouted angrily and said, "Fellow Daoist, one should be lenient when one can. The one who has a grudge against you is Zhao Wutian, so why make things difficult for others?"

Upon hearing this, Shi An paused slightly, then leisurely turned his head, looked at Zhan Jingfeng on the stage, and smiled contemptuously: "So, as the first generation of the Zhan clan, you're planning to sacrifice the pawn to save the king? Too bad..."

At this point, Shi An shook his head, then glanced at Zhao Wutian, whose fate was unknown, and said, "If it were at the beginning, I might have agreed to your suggestion, but now it's impossible."

“In Tianhe City, your Zhan Clan True God—Zhan Tianlei—relyed on his True One Realm strength and disregarded his status to attack me. How can this debt be easily forgotten?”

Shi An's voice was clear and cold, carrying an undeniable determination. His aura grew increasingly sharp, as if a sharp edge was about to burst forth from his body.

Seeing that Shi An was unwilling to back down, Zhan Jingfeng's face darkened, and he said, word by word, "Then what exactly do you want before you stop?"

"My motto is 'I won't offend others unless they offend me, but if they do...'"

As he spoke, Shi An's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his aura became as deep and unfathomable as he said, enunciating each word clearly: "I will repay you a hundredfold!"

After he finished speaking, his aura surged again, and an invisible sense of oppression instantly filled the entire stone chamber, as if even the space itself had frozen.

The crowd felt a sense of unease and involuntarily retreated, staring at Shi An in fear, wondering what he would do next.

Zhan Jingfeng was also taken aback. He knew very well that Shi An's words were no exaggeration. The strength this person had displayed was terrifying, and his own people had already suffered great losses while climbing the stone platform. If they were to fight, they would have no chance of winning. But as the first generation of the Zhan clan, how could he stand by and watch his clansmen be threatened like this?

As Zhan Jingfeng pondered, divine light surged wildly within him. Even though he was severely injured, he was giving it his all, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens: "Qianjun, Yurou, lend me a hand!"

"it is good!"

No sooner had Zhan Jingfeng finished speaking than Leng Qianjun roared and raised his battle axe once more.

Yan Yurou, her pretty face deathly pale, also forced herself to use the Water Spirit Technique.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, the surrounding water vapor condensed wildly, turning into water dragons that circled around her.

In an instant, the atmosphere on and around the stone platform became extremely tense, filled with the strong smell of gunpowder.

Faced with such a scene, Shi An remained relaxed. He even looked at the three people on the stage who were on high alert, and the crowd opposite him who, although their expressions were fearful, still held their treasures at him, and smiled coldly: "You guys?"

After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand and threw a punch.

"boom!"

This punch was like the creation of heaven and earth. The terrifying fist wind roared like an angry dragon, rushing straight towards the sky with the force of destruction. Wherever it passed, the space was distorted, and the air was instantly sucked out, forming a vacuum zone that emitted a sharp whistling sound, like thousands of fierce ghosts howling.

Upon seeing this, Zhan Jingfeng's expression changed drastically. The power of this punch was so terrifying that it was comparable to that of a true god.

He dared not hold back any longer, and activated the Divine Light within his body to the fullest extent. He unleashed a series of attacks with his soft sword, the runes on it flashing and bursting forth with ancient and sharp sword light.

Leng Qianjun roared and raised his battle axe high, the blade shining brightly. He slashed at the fist wind with unstoppable momentum, trying to weaken its power with the axe's edge.

Finally, Yan Yuru also controlled the water dragons surrounding her and charged forward.

This strike contained all her power at that moment, its shimmering surface carrying a chilling, bone-deep coldness.

"boom!"

Finally, the fist wind collided heavily with the sword light, axe light, and water dragon, unleashing a deafening roar that shook the entire stone chamber violently, causing stones from the ceiling to fall in a flurry.

However, to Zhan Jingfeng and the others' surprise, their attacks had no advantage over their opponents.

The dazzling sword light shattered instantly like paper under the impact of the fist wind, and the rune light dissipated, turning into specks of starlight.

Leng Qianjun's axe strike was also easily shattered. His battle axe flew backward, and he himself flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the stone platform. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned ashen.

Yan Yuru's water dragons were even more vulnerable, shattering upon contact and turning into a shower of water droplets.

She herself trembled, staggered, and fell directly off the stone platform.

"How can it be?!"

Seeing that Shi An had actually overpowered three first generation members single-handedly, even though three of them were not in good condition and not at their peak, the huge difference still left everyone present speechless and filled with unbelievable shock.

(End of this chapter)