After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

When the Eternal Physique was fully activated, golden light surged around his body, like a blazing sun in the sky.

The golden light was so dazzling that it blinded the audience.

All the cultivators present, even the family heads who were at the Integration Stage, changed color.

Is this the true strength of the number one genius in Central Continent?

so horrible!

Mu Jun pushed his [Eternal Divine Body] to its limit, using all his spiritual power to strike out with a palm.

That palm strike seemed to grasp the heavens and earth in its hand. In the void, a huge golden palm print condensed and pressed down on Xu Ze.

Wherever the palm print passed, space itself distorted.

This palm strike is enough to shake even a Tribulation Transcending stage cultivator!

Below the stage, Ding Wan's expression changed, and she gripped the Qingyun Sword tightly.

If it had been that palm strike just now, she probably wouldn't have been able to block it.

Even if you manage to block it, you'll be seriously injured.

Bai Yuxi clenched her fists even more nervously. This guy called a prince was indeed something else.

Will my owner get hurt?

Despite everyone's gaze, Xu Ze remained motionless.

He simply looked up at the golden palm print that had fallen from the sky.

Then, he held up one finger.

A wisp of [Burning Heaven Sword Intent] flowed from Xu Ze's fingertips, just like Ding Wan had done on the nameless peak back then.

next second.

"boom!"

The enormous golden palm print shattered like a bubble.

It transformed into a sky full of golden light and vanished without a trace.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking at the scene in disbelief.

The Fourth Prince's full-force palm strike was crushed by a single finger?

How can this be? !

Mu Jun's expression changed completely.

He stared intently at Xu Ze, his eyes filled with horror.

"You...you're a Nascent Soul cultivator?! Or are you a Tribulation Transcending cultivator hiding your true cultivation level?!"

Xu Ze shook his head and smiled dismissively:

"Just at the early stage of Void Refinement."

"Impossible!" Mu Jun exclaimed. "How could someone in the early stage of the Void Refinement realm withstand one of my palm strikes?!"

When people are questioning the meaning of life, they will absolutely not believe these words.

Xu Ze didn't explain; he was too lazy to explain. He simply took a step forward.

"It's my turn."

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

It had no overwhelming momentum, no dazzling light, just an ordinary step.

But as he took this step, Mu Jun felt an unprecedented sense of crisis welling up in his heart.

The feeling was like being targeted by an ancient, ferocious beast.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but it was too late.

Xu Ze appeared in front of him, wanting to compare the strength of his body with this physical cultivator.

"Perfect timing! I also have a special physique called the 'Ultimate Yang Physique,' and I've also practiced body cultivation..."

Then, he threw a punch.

A simple, unpretentious, and earnest punch.

But this seemingly ordinary punch made Mu Jun feel the threat of death.

He exerted all his strength, activating his [Eternal Physique], and crossed his arms to block.

"boom!!"

After a muffled thud, Mu Jun was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the protective array at the edge of the arena.

The formation, which was strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator, was actually struck and flickered violently, cracking in various directions.

"puff……!"

Mu Jun spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the dragon robe on his chest red.

In an instant, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

All the cultivators present looked as if they had seen a ghost, especially those from aristocratic families.

"The Fourth Prince was beaten and vomited blood?!"

"How is this possible?!"

"Who on earth is that guy?!"

Down in the audience, Hu Zhilan's face had turned completely pale.

She stared wide-eyed at the figure in blue on the stage, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!!

That country bumpkin, that country bumpkin she'd mocked countless times... how could he possibly beat the Fourth Prince?

And they beat him up so badly?

That's the number one genius in Central Continent!

That was the most perfect man in her eyes!

How could this be...?

"Miss..." the maidservant beside her asked cautiously, "Are you alright?!"

Hu Zhilan didn't answer; she almost fainted.

How could she be alright?

All of this is even more absurd than a dream.

"It's fake, it must all be an illusion, it can't fool me..."

She kept shaking her head, unable to accept what she was seeing.

At the same time.

In the VIP section, Qin Zhanming suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with shock.

He had lived for so many years and seen countless geniuses, but he had never seen such terrifying combat power.

Early stage of Void Refinement, crushing the Eternal Physique of peak Void Refinement?

What is this concept?

What's even more terrifying is that the aura made even someone like him, who was only halfway through his tribulation, feel a chill run down his spine.

"This person..." he murmured, "just who is he?"

Not far away, Cui Lin watched this scene in equally shock.

He recalled the scene when he first met Xu Ze.

The young man I met by chance on the street, and the fleeting sword intent he exuded.

At the time, he felt that this person was unfathomable, but he never expected that he would be so unfathomable.

"Thank goodness," he murmured, a wave of lingering fear washing over him. "Thank goodness I didn't offend him back then..."

A murmur of discussion arose from the crowd.

"No way?! The Fourth Prince was beaten up like this?!"

"Who exactly is that sword cultivator? He's terrifying!"

"I heard his name is Xu Ze, and he's a guest elder of the Qin family!"

"Where did the Qin family find such a monster?!"

"Those two fairies are his women, no wonder they're so formidable..."

At the edge of the ring, Mu Jun struggled to his feet.

His dragon robe was tattered, his hair was disheveled, and blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth. He looked as wretched as a stray dog.

He stared at Xu Ze, his eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of fear.

"You..." his voice was hoarse, "Who exactly are you?"

Xu Ze looked at him, his eyes calm as still water.

"I already told you the name, how many times do I have to say it?"

As I've already said, I'm just an ordinary person from Nanzhou.

Across from him, Mu Jun gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.

He is the fourth prince, the number one genius in the Central Continent, and the future emperor. How could he be intimidated by an unknown nobody?

“Very well… very well…” he whispered, a ruthless glint in his eyes. “Since you’re courting death, then I’ll grant your wish!”

He took a deep breath, and his aura surged once again.