Chapter 473 Desperation (2/2)

Zhou Yuan’s figure was forced back, but he managed to stabilize his body with a jerk of the brush.

The scarlet light also forced back, the sea of fire scattered as the light transformed back into a sword and orbited around Yuan Hong.

Neither side had gained the upper hand in the ferocious clash.

Zhou Yuan and Yuan Hong’s gazes met in the air, iciness flickering in their eyes. In the next instant, the Heaven Flame Sword roared forth once more, scarlet light sweeping across the land as it transformed into countless sword shadows that began to attack Zhou Yuan.

In response to Yuan Hong’s aggressive offensive, Zhou Yuan howled at the sky, brandishing the brush as he shot forward to meet the attacks head-on.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Genesis Qi clashed in the sky above the mountain top like thunder, sending out wave after wave of destruction.

Yuan Hong controlled the Heaven Flame Sword with his Genesis Qi, sending it cutting through the air along with waves of fire. Scarlet-red sword shadows transformed into frightening attack after attack, like the relentless rage of a fire god.

On the other hand, Zhou Yuan wielded the Heavenly Yuan Brush with raw physical force and Genesis Qi like a titan, every swing shaking even space itself.

In the sky, every clash between the two would cause destructive shockwaves to unfurl, making the giant mountain below tremble.

Both parties poured out of their power, anger seemingly growing with each strike.

Outside the chief disciple peak, countless gazes watched the intense clash with shock. No one had expected Saint Genesis Peak’s selection to reach such intense levels.

In a certain manner of speaking, the intensity here was already not the least bit inferior to the other six peaks.

Gaze after gaze stared unblinkingly at the sky above the chief disciple peak, neither Shen Taiyuan nor Lu Hong’s factions daring to breathe too loudly.

On the mountain top, Lu Yan, Zhou Tai and Zhang Yan had huddled together to avoid the aftershocks of the battle happening above them. When they looked up to watch the dancing black brush wielded by a young figure in the sky, their expressions turned extremely complicated.

All of the doubts and skepticism from before had already faded away.

Rumble!

Under the countless watching gazes, Zhou Yuan and Yuan Hong fought over a hundred rounds in the sky at lightning speed. They gave their all in every single exchange, not holding anything back.

Boom!

After yet another ferocious clash, the Heaven Flame Sword rose into the air and revolved around Yuan Hong, its scarlet light appearing somewhat dim.

Zhou Yuan steadied his body, blood dripping from his hands as he gripped the Heavenly Yuan Brush.

Cold sweat had appeared on the foreheads of both individuals, and breathing had turned rather ragged. The intensity of the previous clashes was clearly exceedingly taxing on both of them.

From this, one could see how fierce and desperate the exchanges had been.

Zhou Yuan wiped away the blood on his hands as his brows knitted together. Yuan Hong was indeed an incomparably difficult opponent. The former had not expected to be incapable of defeating the latter even with the silver bone stage of the little Mythic Saint Body.

While such thoughts swirled in Zhou Yuan’s mind, he was unaware that flames of rage in Yuan Hong’s heart were burning even hotter. In fact, fire was nearly spewing from his eyes as he glared at Zhou Yuan.

He had brought out even the Heaven Flame Sword to claim back the face he had lost. However, he was still unable to crush Zhou Yuan in a convincing manner that would teach him the gap between them. This was very hard for Yuan Hong to swallow.

“Zhou Yuan!”

Yuan Hong’s expression darkened.

Meanwhile, high up in the sky above the Cangxuan Sect.

While he watched the slugfest, peak master Ling Jun’s eyes turned as deep as the night as a strange light flickered in his eyes. A long finger reached out from his sleeves as he gently trapped in the air.

In that same moment.

Yuan Hong suddenly sensed the Heaven Flame Sword emit a peculiar buzzing noise, as what seemed to be a strange glowing rune appeared on its body.

Yuan Hong’s pupils shrank slightly when he saw this. He cast an unnoticeable glance towards the sky above as a sliver of hesitation flitted across his eyes. However, the hesitation ultimately faded, replaced by resolve.

His hands came together as he made a strange hand gesture.

Buzz!

The Heaven Flame Sword began to vibrate as it moved to hover above his head. It then began to sink little by little, making it appear as if it was inserting itself into Yuan Hong’s head from a distance.

Zhou Yuan frowned when he saw this scene, as a faint sense of unease rose within them.

However, before he could do anything, the Heaven Flame Sword had already completely submerged into Yuan Hong’s head in a bizarre manner.

Yuan Hong stared at Zhou Yuan, and said with cold indifference, “Zhou Yuan, I’ll admit that you’re very capable to have pushed me so far, but unfortunately for you, you never had a chance in this chief disciple selection!”

His eyes slowly closed at this moment.

A deep, indescribable berserk sensation seemed to quietly echo, causing the surrounding Genesis Qi to instantly turn hot as if placed in a furnace.

“Sword! Feeding! Technique!”

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