Chapter 1072: Fan Sanyuan

“Chaos Realm, becoming an Upper Guest Elder?” The black-clad man also watched Dongbo Xueying with great interest. “Let me see your strength!”

“Boom.”

With a flip of his hand, a five-phase bead bracelet immediately appeared on Dongbo Xueying’s wrist. The surfaces of the five beads emitted faint glows, while his palm suddenly expanded dramatically. Five hazy lights swirled around his five fingers, forming a colossal hand that blotted out the sky and directly slammed toward the black-clad man standing on the lake’s surface.

Bang!

The enormous hand shattered the black-clad man with a single slap.

“Is this the Five-Phase Sealing Art?” The five core disciples of the Fan Clan and Salong Wang, who were observing, watched intently, as this was their first time witnessing the legendary technique. Though renowned, few could master it—currently, Dongbo Xueying was the only Chaos Realm cultivator capable of wielding it.

“One strike, and space is sealed—seemingly impossible to evade?”

“Exactly. There’s no dodging it. The entire space is locked; one must face it head-on.”

“As for its power, it’s still unclear.”

Among the Chaos Realm experts present, all were exceptionally formidable, with keen eyes. They quickly discerned one of the Five-Phase Sealing Art’s most terrifying traits—its inescapability. Not even most Cosmic Gods could evade it; it was a technique that had to be endured. Only a select few, like the Lord of Southern Cloud, could bypass it, though at their level, evasion was beneath them.

“Interesting.” The black-clad man reformed on the lake’s surface, praising, “You can completely seal and isolate space. The only weakness is that your sealing power is still relatively weak.”

“To a Great Sovereign, my technique is naturally insignificant,” Dongbo Xueying replied casually before striking again.

A massive palm, hundreds of feet wide, descended once more, obliterating the black-clad man’s avatar.

Again and again.

Each time, Dongbo Xueying needed only a single palm strike. By the sixth avatar’s destruction, Salong Wang, Fan Liehuo, Fan Tianyun, and the others all showed subtle shifts in expression.

“I had to rely on close combat and multiple techniques to defeat the sixth avatar,” Salong Wang mused inwardly. “Yet he crushed it with one palm. The Five-Phase Sealing Art truly lives up to its reputation as ‘utterly domineering.'”

“Brutally domineering,” Fan Tianyun thought, his heart trembling. He had barely managed to defeat the sixth avatar, while this Ying Shan Xueying had done so effortlessly with a single palm. The gap was undeniable.

Even the black-cloaked Fan Liehuo scrutinized Ying Shan Xueying closely. “It took me two slashes to defeat the sixth avatar and thirteen for the seventh… In terms of sheer dominance, he surpasses me.”

Whoosh.

The black-clad man’s seventh avatar materialized, and all eyes turned to Dongbo Xueying.

Standing motionless, he unleashed another colossal palm strike, hundreds of feet wide. With a thunderous roar, the black-clad man resisted briefly before crumbling into dust.

“Still one strike?”

“This…”

“Too overpowering.”

Fan Liehuo and Fan Tianyun, who had been sidelined, along with the three selected core disciples, all narrowed their eyes. Defeating seven avatars was nothing special for the chosen three—but doing so with a single strike each time? That was terrifying.

The black-clad man’s eighth avatar coalesced.

“Boom.”

Dongbo Xueying’s massive palm descended once more. This time, the black-clad man resisted, his hands weaving techniques that conjured swirling black clouds. Though he had been obliterated every time before, now his body shuddered but held firm.

“Oh?”

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dongbo Xueying’s palm struck five times in rapid succession, finally shattering the avatar.

With a slight bow, he retreated to Salong Wang’s side.

“See now?” Sovereign Kuichen glanced at Fan Tianyun and Fan Liehuo. “Both of them defeated eight avatars. You have no grounds for complaint.”

The two remained silent.

Indeed.

They had lost. This was a test conducted personally by the Devouring Heaven Great Sovereign, who would never falsify results to favor outsiders.

“Return and train harder. Don’t assume that being a Fan Clan disciple makes you invincible. Even in those minor nations, without proper mentors or techniques, there are Chaos Realm experts stronger than you!” Sovereign Kuichen admonished.

“Yes.” Fan Liehuo and Fan Tianyun felt even more humiliated.

“Go!”

With a wave of Sovereign Kuichen’s hand, space twisted around the two, and they vanished.

“Flying Snow Upper Guest Elder, dare you face me?” Among the three selected core disciples, a gaunt youth clad in green armor, his eyes crackling with lightning, roared. His aura erupted, arcs of terrifying electricity writhing around him—his presence nearly rivaled Sovereign Kuichen’s.

Even Dongbo Xueying’s Five-Phase Sealing Art hadn’t exuded such a fearsome aura.

“No need,” Dongbo Xueying replied with a faint smile. “The team is already decided. There’s no point in further competition.”

“Too cowardly to even try?” the green-armored youth snapped.

“Enough.”

Sovereign Kuichen frowned. “This is the Great Sovereign’s domain. Do not overstep.”

“Yes.” The green-armored youth reluctantly complied.

“Great Sovereign.” Sovereign Kuichen bowed. “We shall take our leave.” The five Chaos Realm experts, including Dongbo Xueying, also paid their respects.

“Do not disgrace the Fan Clan again in this generation of Chaos Realm cultivators,” the black-clad avatar declared before dissipating. The colossal eye lurking in the depths of the lake sank back into obscurity.

“Let’s go.”

Sovereign Kuichen led the five away, vanishing into the horizon.

“Are we just going to let those two outsiders humiliate our Fan Clan?” the green-armored youth, Fan Yiqian, transmitted to his companions, his face dark with fury. “Fan Tianyun and the others were useless. I thought they’d at least shame those outsiders. If we don’t act, everyone will think our Fan Clan’s Chaos Realm experts are inferior to them.”

The girl beside him transmitted back, “Yiqian, Salong Wang is manageable. Defeating him wouldn’t be hard, and from what I’ve heard, he has a volatile temper. A little provocation, and he’d readily accept a duel. But Ying Shan Xueying… he’s trickier. During his bout with the Great Sovereign’s avatar, he didn’t move an inch from his spot. His Five-Phase Sealing Art is unavoidable—you either break it or lose. I’m not confident I could. Your elder brother, despite cultivating the ‘Formless Mystic Art,’ only has a fifty percent chance of defeating him. You, however, excel in brute force—perfect for countering his technique. The only issue is his refusal to engage.”

“I know. It took him six strikes to shatter the Great Sovereign’s eighth avatar. My staff techniques might not be ‘unavoidable,’ but I crushed the eighth avatar in a single blow back then. The ninth was just too evasive for me to land a hit,” Fan Yiqian retorted. “In a direct clash, I’d smash through his Five-Phase Sealing Art and defeat him. Elder Brother, what do you think?”

The third figure, a plain-robed man, exuded an aura of tranquility—a stark contrast to the usual ferocity of Fan Clan experts.

In the Fan Clan, where most radiated killing intent or malice, this unassuming man stood out. Respected by all Chaos Realm experts of the clan and favored by Patriarch Fan, he had been granted the ‘Formless Mystic Art’—a technique requiring the status of a Guest Elder and 300,000 grand merits to exchange. He was Fan Sanyuan, the most nurtured genius of the Fan Clan’s current generation.

Fan Sanyuan, Fan Mozhu, and Fan Yiqian were indisputably the three strongest Chaos Realm experts of the Fan Clan.

Fan Yiqian, the green-armored youth, was proud and arrogant yet held Fan Sanyuan in the highest regard.

“Yiqian,” Fan Sanyuan transmitted calmly, “first defeat Salong Wang, then enter Ying Shan Xueying’s courtyard and challenge him. If he refuses, simply stay there until he relents.”

“Brilliant!” Fan Yiqian’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

Fan Sanyuan smiled faintly.

Such boorishness was beneath him, but Fan Yiqian reveled in it.

“Hmph.” Fan Yiqian glanced at the white-robed youth nearby, sneering inwardly. “Upper Guest Elder? Just wait—I’ll soon have you groveling in the dirt!”

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