Chapter Fourteen: Initial Display of Divine Authority

  Display divine power

  Zhou Chaofan's gaze fell on Zhou Yuan, revealing a thick disdain. He was now a strong practitioner in the Law Phase realm, which was already considered the true starting point of the Law Master path.

  Compared to the physical realm, it's not even in the same league. Although he was also shocked by Zhou Yuan's rapid breakthrough to the Spiritual Soul Stage, compared to himself, Zhou Yuan now seemed no different from an ant in his eyes.

  Zhou Yuan saw disdain in Zhou Chao Fan's eyes, and he didn't say much, only giving a cold smile. "Hmph, arrogant thing, really thinking that the physical realm is just an ant compared to the magical realm? When I compete with you, I'll make you eat your words!"

  At this moment, those sycophants who had been surrounding Zhou Chaofan also saw Zhou Yuan from Zhou Chaofan's gaze, and they could feel Zhou Chaofan's disdain and hostility.

  It was at this time that they tried to curry favor with Zhou Chaofan.

  "Hey, isn't this Zhou Yuan? How come I haven't seen you for so long? I heard that you've broken through to the Blood Realm boundary? Do you still remember how I bullied you two years ago?" A youth with a face full of acne walked towards Zhou Yuan.

  Zhou Yuan also recognized him, this person was called Yan Siyuan, a disciple of the Offerings, his current strength was in the Spiritual Inspiration Realm. Two years ago, when he was still in the Blood Aperture Realm, Zhou Yuan at that time was only in the Blood Realm, and was brutally bullied by Yan Siyuan under the name of sparring.

  Zhou Yuan had long forgotten about this despicable young man, but at this moment, this thing that didn't know life from death actually came out on its own.

  "Who was it that was yelling just now? You're Zhen Siyuan, you damn thing! What's wrong, are you tired of living too long and looking for death?" Zhou Yuan said with a cold smile.

  Yan Siyuan's face immediately turned red with rage as soon as he heard Zhou Yuan scolding him, "How dare you! You've just broken through to the Blood Horizon Realm and your guts have grown bigger, daring to speak to me like that. I am a Spiritual Soul Realm cultivator, at the peak of the Fleshly Body Realm, while you are as weak as a three-year-old in front of me, unable to withstand even a single blow!"

  "Ha ha, you really don't know life or death! If you truly think so, then go ahead and try!!"

  Yan Siyuan's face turned red with rage, "Fine, you think I don't dare to lay a hand on you? Now I'll teach you a lesson!!"

  Having said that, Yan Siyuan took a step forward and rushed towards Zhou Yuan.

  Yan Siyuan is one of Yang Zhen's disciples who has been favored, but due to his identity, he is often unaware of many things in the Zhou family.

  Among them was Zhou Yuan's strength, which had skyrocketed to the Inspired Realm, and he had killed Li Zhong, a general manager of the Zhou family.

  Zhou Chaofan saw all this and understood that Yan Siyuan was not Zhou Yuan's opponent at all, but he didn't stop him. He hoped that Zhou Yuan would kill Yan Siyuan, so that he could use Yang Zhengming's hands to deal with Zhou Yuan.

  Zhou Yuan also saw the sinister smile on Zhou Chaofan's face, and in an instant he understood what Zhou Chaofan was thinking.

  "You fool, being used as a gun by others and still unaware. It's truly a pity to die, but I won't kill you, otherwise it would be exactly what others want." Zhou Yuanleng shouted, at the same time throwing a punch at Yan Siyuan.

  Facing Zhou Yuan's fist, Yan Siyu immediately felt fear. Zhou Yuan's fist looked ordinary, but it was elusive and unpredictable, making it impossible to capture its exact trajectory. This punch was unstoppable.

  "Zhou Yuan, you've broken through to the Realm of Inspiration!!!" Yan Siyuang roared in shock and anger. He knew that only by reaching the Realm of Inspiration, with a strong enough spirit, could one merge into their fist technique and reach this peak, which even the strongest physical cultivators couldn't grasp.

  BOOM!!!

  Zhou Yuan's fist landed squarely on Yan Siyuan's, and a massive surge of power was immediately transmitted. Moreover, the vital energy within Zhou Yuan's body surged forth like the tides, wave after wave crashing through his fist and into Yan Siyuan's.

  Wow!!

  Yan Siyu fiercely spat out a mouthful of blood, his right arm drooping down, the entire skeletal structure of his arm shattered by Zhou Yuan's wave after wave of pure energy.

  In other words, although Yan's right arm looked harmless, the bones inside were all shattered and his right arm was completely disabled.

  "Essence like the sun and moon's tides, Zhou Yuan, you've actually reached the pinnacle of spiritual inspiration, just one step away from breaking free from the shackles of the fleshly realm and entering the realm of mystic arts. How is this possible? It can't be! I don't believe it!!!!!" Yan Siyuan bellowed in shock and anger, but he didn't make another move against Zhou Yuan.

  He has completely understood that he is absolutely no match for Zhou Yuan, and if he makes another move, it will be suicidal. Zhou Yuan had just shown mercy, otherwise, the punch Zhou Yuan threw would have killed him instantly, regardless of where it hit him.

  "You dare to hurt Yan Siyuan, we'll all go up together and give him a good beating!!!" With that, without Zhou Chaofan saying anything, the others immediately surrounded Zhou Yuan in the middle.

  These people were the three-generation disciples who had just flattered Zhou Chaofan to the extreme. The weakest was at the Fu Organs Boundary, and the strongest had already reached the Spiritual Inspiration Boundary, not inferior to Yan Siyuan.

  These people have no fear at all, they think that with so many of them joining forces, even Zhou Yuan, who is at the pinnacle of the Spiritual Realm, will still fall under their hands.

  Zhou Yuan looked at these people as if he was looking at a clown, his face full of disdain.

  "You're looking for death, don't blame me then!!!" Zhou Yuan suddenly extended a claw, and a large amount of suction force burst out from it, catching these three generations of disciples off guard, all of whom were enveloped within.

  Before they could react, they were already enveloped by such a massive suction force.

  They were even more terrified by the feeling that their own vital energy was no longer under their control, and had flowed out of their bodies, only to converge into Zhou Yuan's body.

  Overwhelming feelings of weakness left them with an indescribable fear, but they were unable to break free from Zhou Yuan's control and could only let out terrified screams.

  But this suction only lasted for ten breaths before it ended, and the weak crowd fell to the ground, panting heavily.

  "This time, I'll just give you a lesson. I'll only take one-tenth of your vital energy. If next time, you dare to offend me again, the consequence will be death!!!" After saying that, Zhou Yuan turned around and walked to the other side of the martial arts arena, not speaking another word.

  Zhou Chaofan's gaze was fixed on Zhou Yuan, and when he saw Zhou Yuan defeat a group of third-generation disciples with just one move, and instantly absorb a tenth of their vital energy to replenish his own body, Zhou Chaofan's eyes were shocked beyond measure.

  He thought of the mysterious Taoist scripture that Zhou Yuan had cultivated - the War God's Magic Canon.

  "Is this the true power of the War God's Scripture? Can it forcibly extract someone else's vital energy for its own use? Under heaven, there is actually such a powerful and mysterious scripture! I must get my hands on the cultivation method of this spell, Zhou Yuan, I will definitely defeat you in the competition, and I will also take everything from you, just wait and see!!!"