I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 1113 412: The Fairy's Rumored Boyfriend! Daoist Venerable: How About a Spar?

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Huo Wuya snapped back to reality, his brow twitching uncontrollably.

So the martial arts prodigy he had eyes on, finally comes to the sect, and Zi Wenzhong starts fighting him right away?!

Nonetheless, he harbored a glimmer of hope and asked, "It's probably just sparring, right? Wenzhong wouldn't actually harm a junior."

Chai Haochuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Judging by the Purple Peak Master's posture, it seems like he's being serious…"

Crack—

A terrifying pressure spread out, covering the teacup on the table with a dense web of cracks.

Ji Hongxiu's dark hair moved without wind, her face covered with frost, her voice cold, "If I'm not mistaken, Zi Wenzhong is a First Grade Grandmaster, right? Bullying the young, oppressing with force—is this the rule of Martial Saint Mountain? Truly eye-opening for me!"

"Daoist Venerable, calm down, there's definitely a misunderstanding…" Huo Wuya's throat moved.

Actually, he could roughly guess what was going on.

It must be because of the previous injury to Zi Lianji, causing Zi Wenzhong dissatisfaction, wanting to teach Chen Mo a lesson. Yet with Chen Mo's character, he would never yield, thereby escalating the situation between them…

No matter what, Chen Mo is a guest, and there's even a generational gap between them!

Zi Wenzhong did indeed go a bit overboard this time!

Ji Hongxiu didn't bother listening to his explanation, standing abruptly, her voice cold, "Let me make it clear ahead of time, if Chen Mo is unharmed, that's fine. But if even a single hair is harmed, I will never let it go! Don't blame me for being ruthless then!"

With that, her figure flashed and suddenly disappeared, Ling Ningzhi followed tightly behind, leaving the hall.

Zi Lianji's brow furrowed, his expression somewhat grim.

He did not expect his father to be so unreliable.

"The enmity with Chen Mo should be handled by me. What's the point of him intervening?"

"Even if I win, how will fellow disciples view me? How will Qingxuan view me?"

"Truly foolish!"

Huo Wuya sighed, helpless, "Now that the Secret Realm is about to open, Tianshu Pavilion is well-versed in cause and effect and foresight. I was hoping to take advantage of this opportunity to build rapport with them for your chance of fortune, but instead we've ended up in this mess..."

"Never mind, let's go and see, hopefully Chen Mo is unharmed."

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On Qiyun Peak, the battle had already reached a critical phase.

Chen Mo and Zi Wenzhong's figures were hard to discern with the naked eye, only seen as two streams of black and purple light intertwining in the air. The airwaves produced by the collision made it hard to stand, as if the void itself was trembling!

"Chen Mo is actually evenly matched with the Purple Peak Master?!"

The disciples of Martial Saint Sect watching were filled with astonishment.

From their previous conversation, they already knew Chen Mo's identity—the newly crowned number one on the Cloud Top Ranking!

Unexpectedly, less than half a year after the last Heavenly Human Martial Exam, this man had jumped from being a Fifth-Level Martial Artist to a Third Grade Grandmaster! Such a shocking breakthrough speed is simply unheard of!

A grandmaster at such a young age…

Across Jiu Zhou, he's truly without precedent!

But no matter how strong Chen Mo is, it's only relative to cultivators of the same generation.

One must know, every level of Heavenly Human Realm is as different as heaven and earth, especially compared to someone so renowned as Zi Wenzhong, an ordinary Third Grade would seem like mere ants before him!

"Seems like the Purple Peak Master is being lenient, otherwise the fight would have ended long ago."

"I think so too, after all, the Peak Master is a top-tier First Grade Grandmaster, practically unbeatable beneath the Ultimate Venerable… He probably sees him as a junior and didn't use full force."

"But for Chen Mo to achieve this level, it's enough to be proud, he truly lives up to the name of Heavenly Element Martial Champion."

"Indeed, barely in his twenties, able to spar with the Peak Master, given time, who knows…"

Everyone was eagerly discussing, while Shen Zhixia was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Each time she tried to rush in to stop the two, she would be repelled by the overwhelming Gang Qi.

"Why hasn't Master arrived yet?"

"That old man doesn't hold back, what if Brother Chen Mo gets hurt?"

Boom—

The two figures clashed and separated.

Chen Mo hovered in mid-air, his brow slightly furrowed.

He had to admit, this old fellow indeed had some skills, his Divine Skills hit the opponent as if disappearing into the sea, unable to stir the slightest ripple.

There's no other way, the gap in realm is truly tangible.

The opponent wasn't just a First Grade Grandmaster, but a top-tier First Grade, a Martial Arts Giant, far beyond the likes of Yin Tiankou whose power had severely declined; even exhausting all means might not result in victory.

"This kid…"

Zi Wenzhong stood with hands behind his back, a trace of astonishment flickering in his eyes.

Through their simple exchange, he immediately sensed the extremely profound foundation of the opponent, not at all appearing like just stepping into the Third Grade!

"No wonder Lianji lost to you, you do have some skill." Zi Wenzhong said, "You don't need to think I'm bullying the young, I've restricted my realm to Third Grade and am only using my right hand, that should be fair, right?"

Even at the same realm, he still had an exceptionally rich combat experience, which led him to deciding to handicapping one hand.

And his idea was quite straightforward—just teach Chen Mo a lesson and vent his anger!

Chen Mo's lips curled upon hearing, "You said it yourself, don't ever regret it."

Zi Wenzhong shook his head, "Rest assured, my word is my bond…"

Before he finished, Chen Mo's figure suddenly vanished, immediately followed by a sharp piercing sound from behind.

Shing—

Zi Wenzhong slightly inclined his head, a golden long spear brushed past his ear.