Jiang Yun's standing, not kneeling, posture, and his provocative words, caused Zheng Yuan's pupils to constrict sharply. He had to admit that Jiang Yun's Physical Body was far stronger than he had anticipated.
His full-power strike hadn't even made him kneel!
However, seeing Jiang Yun's pale face and the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Zheng Yuan relaxed and said coldly, "Your bones and mouth are quite hard. In that case, I'll see how long you can remain hard!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Zheng Yuan suddenly raised his hand and unleashed three consecutive One Palm strikes towards Jiang Yun. Each Palm used his full strength, causing the entire Hidden Peak to tremble violently, with smoke and dust billowing and gravel flying everywhere.
He thought that although Jiang Yun hadn't knelt, he was already at the end of his rope. Otherwise, he wouldn't be spitting blood, clearly suffering from internal injuries. He was merely holding on by a thread of Qi. These three continuous Palms would be enough to completely destroy that last bit of Qi.
However, he didn't know that the blood spilling from Jiang Yun's mouth had nothing to do with his palm force, but rather came from the continuous impact of the Spiritual Qi torrent within Jiang Yun's own body against his ninth Meridian.
Furthermore, what Jiang Yun said was not a provocation, but what he truly felt in his heart.
Because Zheng Yuan's full-powered Palm striking Jiang Yun's body finally provided an outlet for the almost uncontrollable Spiritual Qi torrent within him!
That Spiritual Qi actively attached itself to his body, like wearing Spiritual Qi armor internally, which allowed Jiang Yun's already powerful Physical Body to withstand Zheng Yuan's blows, and with each blow, the Spiritual Qi would gradually dissipate.
In short, the harder Zheng Yuan hit, the more Spiritual Qi was consumed, and naturally, the more comfortable Jiang Yun felt.
Therefore, Jiang Yun genuinely hoped that Zheng Yuan's strength could be even greater, to help him consume more Spiritual Qi within his body more quickly.
As Zheng Yuan's three consecutive Palms landed, the faces of the Elder Peak Masters, Dongtian cultivators who were constantly monitoring the situation with their Divine Sense, subtly changed, and they involuntarily all looked towards Sword Dao Peak.
Especially the Tianfu Peak Master, who frowned slightly and murmured to himself, "Senior Brother Wei has gone a bit too far. Teaching Jiang Yun a lesson to vent anger is one thing, but this Zheng Yuan clearly intends to put Jiang Yun to death. Even if Jiang Yun survives these three Palms, his path of Cultivation will likely be completely severed in the future."
It wasn't just the Tianfu Peak Master who thought this way; most people within the Wen Dao Sect at this moment shared the same sentiment. For Zheng Yuan, a Blessed Land Realm Cultivator, to continuously attack Jiang Yun, a Tongmai Realm Cultivator, with full force was no longer bullying Jiang Yun, but rather torturing him to death.
However, before the flying gravel and smoke could dissipate, Jiang Yun's voice once again emerged from within: "Not enough, not enough, this strength is too weak, Zheng Yuan. Is this all a mere Blessed Land Realm Cultivator is capable of?"
As soon as these words were uttered, everyone who could hear them was filled with shock, even the Peak Masters, Elders, and other Dongtian cultivators were no exception.
After enduring the equivalent of five consecutive Palms from Zheng Yuan, Jiang Yun was still largely unharmed. This was simply impossible!
Even Zheng Yuan's expression changed dramatically, and he blurted out, "Impossible! Are you a Blessed Land Realm Cultivator?!"
As Cultivators, they were all well aware that battles between higher and lower Realms were completely one-sided; there was no possibility of a lower Realm Cultivator resisting.
This was almost like an iron rule, and no one had ever heard of it being broken.
But Jiang Yun's current situation had completely overturned this iron rule, to the point that Zheng Yuan even suspected Jiang Yun was a Blessed Land Realm Cultivator, just like himself.
However, as soon as the words left his mouth, Zheng Yuan realized that he shouldn't have said them. Jiang Yun's performance during the three entrance trials was witnessed by all; he was definitely a Mortal.
It had only been ten months since he entered the Dao Sect, and it was even more impossible to Cultivate from a Mortal to the Blessed Land Realm in ten months.
Indeed, Jiang Yun's voice, tinged with a hint of sarcasm, immediately followed: "If I were a Blessed Land Realm Cultivator, you would be kneeling before me right now."
Zheng Yuan's face was extremely grim. For someone of his status and strength, failing to deal with a mere Tongmai Realm Cultivator for so long was truly humiliating.
More importantly, in order to gain fame, he had deliberately allowed as many people as possible to witness the battle between himself and Jiang Yun. If he couldn't defeat Jiang Yun in a short time, then after today, he would indeed gain fame, but it would be infamy!
As if to confirm Zheng Yuan's current thoughts, a sneer echoed from the distant Tianfu Peak, which resembled an index finger: "Zheng Yuan has truly disgraced himself this time. Having such Inner Sect Disciples in the Dao Sect is truly a shame for our Inner Sect!"
Someone from Five Elements Peak immediately chimed in: "Indeed. However, after today, Zheng Yuan should also be removed from the ranks of Inner Sect Disciples."
Those speaking were, naturally, Inner Sect Disciples. Although they belonged to the same sect, because the Wen Dao Sect encouraged mutual competition, the relationships between the Inner Sect Disciples of the Five Peaks were not harmonious.
Especially Sword Dao Peak, as the head of the Five Peaks, its Inner Sect Disciples were regarded as public enemies by the other four Peaks. So now, seeing Zheng Yuan being humiliated, these Inner Sect Disciples would not miss such a good opportunity, one after another, they began to mock him.
"Die!"
These voices were like a fuse, completely igniting the rage in Zheng Yuan's heart. In his fury, he no longer dared to deal with Jiang Yun with pure strength. Instead, he pointed his finger, and the fiery red sword beneath him instantly transformed into a red light, thrusting directly towards Jiang Yun.
As a Sword Cultivator, strength was indeed Zheng Yuan's weakness. The sword was his strong suit, the root of his power.
Although Zheng Yuan did not use sword techniques, the soaring red light on the sword body, like flames, caused sparks to appear in the air wherever it passed, and even the surrounding temperature became scorching at this moment.
Equally scorching were Jiang Yun's eyes. As he watched the Fire Radiance Sword approaching him, his eyes seemed to have flames burning fiercely, but his body remained standing still, unmoving, as if nailed to the ground.
This scene, in the eyes of the crowd, once again caused exclamations of surprise.
"Is this kid still planning to take Zheng Yuan's sword with his Physical Body?"
"Although Zheng Yuan's strength isn't great, his attainments in the Dao of the Sword are barely acceptable. If this sword strikes true, this kid will lose at least half his life, if not die."
"More than half his life! Don't think this sword didn't use sword techniques. Zheng Yuan's Fire Radiance Sword was forged from Fire Radiance Stone found under volcanic magma. The high temperature inherent in the sword body will burn this kid to death!"
Even in an unknown location within the Wen Dao Sect, a middle-aged man dressed in a Daoist robe and wearing a Daoist crown slightly opened his eyes and murmured to himself, "This young fellow isn't a reckless person. Could it be that he still has a way to take this sword? However, I should still make some preparations, lest Dongfang Bo and the others return and fight me to the death. Besides, this child is indeed good!"