Martial Master

“This, if it’s really as you said, doesn’t that mean our Guanghan House is in danger?

The Divine Light Sect and our Guanghan House have always been enemies.”

Wei Siqing's expression changed, “This Holy Son of Divine Light, I’ve heard about him long ago. He is a rare prodigy in the Divine Light Sect, not weaker than us at all. Even if he hasn’t broken through, he is still a top-tier genius. If he does break through, what will happen then?”

At this moment, everyone’s hearts sank.

“All must be done before he finds his inheritance and advances to become the overlord—he must be completely annihilated. Otherwise, our Guanghan House's disciples will suffer heavy casualties this time, and our essence will be nearly consumed. If our entire army is wiped out, it will be a huge blow to Guanghan House, and we won’t be able to recover for a long time.”

As Zhou Wusheng spoke, a decisive look appeared on his face.

“Holy Son of Divine Light?

Reincarnation of the Sect Master?”

Qin Chen was also taken aback, his attention drawn by Zhou Wusheng's words. In the Heavenly Realm, many powerful beings focus on the cultivation of the soul. Some ancient strong beings, before their fall, preserve a trace of true spirit in their souls, using special inheritance methods to ensure their souls do not perish, ultimately achieving a special rebirth at some future time.

The Divine Light Sect is very familiar with such techniques, which piqued Qin Chen's interest.

Qin Chen faintly sensed that if he could kill this Holy Son of Divine Light, it would surely provide him with some insights regarding his soul cultivation.

“Not good! Be careful!”

At this moment, Zhou Wusheng's expression changed, and he suddenly roared, slamming his palm towards the heads of the crowd.

Boom! At the instant Zhou Wusheng struck towards the sky, a massive blood-colored handprint appeared in the sky.

This handprint was entirely blood-colored, resembling a blood-red canopy that abruptly appeared, directly smashing against Zhou Wusheng's palm shadow. With a loud crash, the heavens shook and the earth trembled, and some floating ancient divine mountains and fragments of the continent burst apart, countless shards flying everywhere.

As the blood-colored hand descended, countless cracks appeared on Zhou Wusheng's palm shadow, and that blood-colored palm shadow fell again.

“Ice Fall!”

Wei Siqing shouted, her delicate fingers pointing out. An infinite chill gathered at a point, colliding with the blood-colored hand. Instantly, the two divine abilities burst apart together, a wild and violent bloodthirsty aura sweeping through, causing many Holy Sons and Daughters of Guanghan House below to be blown around, their expressions filled with fear.

Zhou Wusheng and Wei Siqing’s hasty counterattack managed to withstand the blood-colored canopy palm shadow, demonstrating the power of this blood-colored hand.

“This is the Blood Sun Divine Palm!”

Zhou Wusheng and Wei Siqing looked extremely grim.

“Indeed, it is the Blood Sun Divine Palm!”

A haunting voice transmitted from the void, and a figure walked out from the far reaches of the void. This was the Blood Holy Son who had refined over a hundred Red Flame Golden Tortoises with a single palm upon entering the trial ground.

The unmatched Holy Son from the Blood Sun House.

He was said to be the reincarnation of an ancient Blood God.

The previous strike he had unleashed from mid-air had appeared without any fluctuations, suddenly manifesting upon its descent. His Blood Sun Divine Palm had already reached an extremely profound level, and integrated with the Spatial Law, its power was boundless and unfathomable, nearly impossible to guard against.

If it weren’t for Zhou Wusheng and Wei Siqing's extraordinary perception, reacting in time to defend, that previous strike would have severely injured an ordinary Holy Son like Dao Zhengzhi or Xiang Wudi, and perhaps even caused their immediate downfall.

Of course, Qin Chen had sensed the crisis earlier as well, but he remained composed, knowing Zhou Wusheng and Wei Siqing could react, and his divine consciousness had once again surged into the void to capture other things.