Chapter 586 Hard Figh (2/2)
The giant hand had come noiselessly, without even the tiniest hint of any Genesis Qi undulations.
“Spirit power?!” Fan Yao’s expression sunk.
Zhou Yuan had evidently begun his onslaught in an attempt to take the initiative.
Fan Yao stomped his foot as blood-red Genesis Qi soared into the sky, turning into another giant blood-red hand that mercilessly smashed into the lake water hand.
*Crash*!
The two hands simultaneously shattered, lake water turning into a torrential rainstorm that began pouring back into the lake.
Zhou Yuan stood amidst the rain. Droplets that fell within a foot of his body were automatically bounced away, as if being stopped by an invisible force.
The Spirit between his brows shook violently.
He reached out a hand and aimed it at Fan Yao, as the Spirit power of the advanced Corporeal stage erupted without any reservation.
“Spirit Jolt!”
Bzz!
An invisible blast of Spirit suddenly shot forth, far more sudden and swift than a Genesis Qi attack. As such, the blast of invisible Spirit power had already struck Fan Yao before he could even react.
Bzz!
The Spirit attack did not give off any astonishing presence, but Fan Yao’s expression instantly changed. Although he did not sustain any physical injuries, his face abruptly twisted in pain.
An intense pain pulsed from between his brows, making him feel as if he was being torn apart.
It was the damage caused by the Spirit Jolt.
A strong wave of dizziness exploded in his head, nearly bursting it from the inside. Fortunately, Fan Yao was no ordinary individual, and immediately bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out essence blood that quickly tunnelled into his forehead, creating a blood-red mark.
Only then did the intense Spirit pain slowly begin to fade.
Thump!
However, he had only just stopped the intense pain when he heard the sound of rushing wind to his front. His heart immediately shivered as he cursed ‘oh no’ in his heart.
Zhou Yuan’s figure was dashing over like a phantom, five fingers tightly gripping into a fist, jade light flickering from his skin, while silver blossomed in his bones.
Boom!
His expression was chillingly cold as a punch containing enormous power descended, taking full advantage of Fan Yao’s lapse in concentration, as it mercilessly struck at the latter’s fatal spots.
In his rush, Fan Yao could only use his blood-red Genesis Qi to create a defensive screen of light in front of him.
Crack!
However, Zhou Yuan’s punch instantly shattered Fan Yao’s defense, and slammed into his chest. He immediately vomited a mouthful of blood, as his figure miserably plummeted downwards, drawing deep scars on the surface of the six color lake below.
The battle over here was constantly under watch by numerous individuals. As such, countless gasps of surprise immediately sounded when they saw this development.
Gaze after gaze was filled with shock as they dazedly stared at Zhou Yuan’s figure in the sky, clearly not expecting Fan Yao would be the first to be injured...
In the other two chief disciple battles, Tang Xiaoyan and Jin Zhang also noticed the situation. Although Jin Zhang was also somewhat surprised, he was still able to accept this outcome due to his repeated exposure to Zhou Yuan’s miracles in the past.
In contrast, Tang Xiaoyan’s mouth hung wide open, while her beautiful eyes were overflowing with astonishment.
This scene had clearly been a substantial blow to her.
In the air, Zhou Yuan looked down from above at the figure on the lake. He did not relax although he had gained the upper hand earlier, because he could sense a heart-palpitating Genesis Qi undulation brewing within Fan Yao’s body.
Blood-red Qi slowly rose from Fan Yao’s body as he slowly lifted his head inch by inch. His originally scarlet pupils had turned completely blood-red at this moment.
Blood had even begun flowing from the corners of his eyes, making him extremely terrifying.
An indescribably violent killing intent pulsed from his body.
After being injured by Zhou Yuan, the third ranked chief disciple of the Sacred Palace had now been fully angered.
Blood-red Qi gathered on Fan Yao’s body, ultimately forming a giant thousand foot tall blood-red shadow that was akin to a blood demon. When it appeared, Zhou Yuan felt the blood in his body stir chaotically.
Zhou Yuan’s expression turned grave.
In the distance, Tang Xiaoyan’s expression changed when she saw the bewitching yet bizarre blood shadow as she hurriedly shouted, “Be careful Zhou Yuan, that’s the strongest Genesis technique of the Sacred Blood Hall…”
Before her words could fade, Zhou Yuan heard a chillingly eerie voice slowly ring out from Fan Yao’s mouth.
“Great! Blood! Demon! Skill!”
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