As Zheng Yuan launched that attack, the eyes of the Tianfu Peak Master, Sha Jingshan, and others blazed with cold light, and their gazes involuntarily turned towards Sword Dao Peak again.
Although Zheng Yuan had repeatedly been put in a difficult position by Jiang Yun before, everyone knew very well that despite the considerable surprise Jiang Yun had given them, it was ultimately because Zheng Yuan had not unleashed his true power as a Blessed Land Realm Cultivator.
Now, however, since Zheng Yuan had decided to kill Jiang Yun, and even unhesitatingly used his strongest killing move, it was absolutely impossible for Jiang Yun to successfully block it again.
The consequence of not blocking it would be death!
They naturally did not want Jiang Yun to die like that, but they also knew that once they intervened, it would be equivalent to offending Wei Zhengyang, so at this moment, they hoped even more that Wei Zhengyang would personally intervene to stop Zheng Yuan.
At this moment, Wei Zhengyang was still sitting in his Immortal Cave, a hint of displeasure appearing on his seemingly honest face.
He didn't care whether Jiang Yun lived or died; what he cared about was that if Jiang Yun died, Fang Yuxuan's emotional knot would likely be even harder to untie.
But asking him to save Jiang Yun was even more difficult for him.
What's more, he had already emphasized to Zheng Yuan not to kill Jiang Yun, but now Zheng Yuan was openly defying his orders, which also made him very dissatisfied.
“Fine, for Xuan’er’s sake, I’ll let you, this kid, live a bit longer!”
Wei Zhengyang sighed helplessly, preparing to secretly intervene.
Aside from Wei Zhengyang, the Dao-robed man who had earlier casually pointed and released endless ripples finally fully opened his eyes at this moment, and with two beams of light that seemed almost solid, he gently shook his head and said, “Junior Brother Wei, you have repeatedly tried to put this child to death. You are going too far!”
As he spoke, the Dao-robed man raised his hand again, evidently also preparing to save Jiang Yun.
But at this very moment, Jiang Yun, who was almost touched by the fire river, suddenly raised his hand. At some unknown point, a palm-sized white Qi ball had appeared in his hand, and he opened his mouth, softly uttering two words that only he himself could hear: “Mist rise!”
Silently, the white Qi ball in Jiang Yun’s hand exploded, and countless water droplets burst forth from within, precisely striking the oncoming fire river and Zheng Yuan.
Water and fire, completely opposing existences. Their collision immediately produced a “sizzling” sound, and countless mists rose, instantly engulfing Jiang Yun and Zheng Yuan’s figures.
This scene naturally caused a huge stir in the hearts of the onlookers once again. They suddenly realized that they had always underestimated Jiang Yun.
Because during the small competition, the only power Jiang Yun displayed was the power of his Physical Body!
Merely with the power of his Physical Body, Jiang Yun had beaten Fang Ruolin, a Tongmai Realm Seventh Level Cultivator, leaving her utterly defenseless, so much so that everyone believed Jiang Yun was a Body Cultivator, relying solely on his Physical Body’s strength.
However, it was only now that they finally understood that Jiang Yun’s mastery of spell arts was also not to be underestimated.
At this moment, several Peak Masters and Elders, including the Tianfu Peak Master, couldn’t help but once again harbor the intention of taking Jiang Yun as their Disciple, because even if Jiang Yun’s Aptitude was ordinary, everything he had now displayed far surpassed some Geniuses with excellent Aptitude!
For those observing Hidden Peak with their Divine Sense, these mists had no effect on them, but for Zheng Yuan, who was within the mist, his vision was instantly obscured by the thick fog, and he lost sight of Jiang Yun.
Without a target, the fire river, which was already only half-complete, suddenly connected head to tail, circling around Zheng Yuan, and Zheng Yuan also reacted extremely quickly, stomping his foot, and his entire body shot into the air like an arrow leaving a bowstring.
This mist was strange, clearly a spell art cast by Jiang Yun. Although Zheng Yuan was not afraid, being in the mist was always disadvantageous to him, so he thought of this method.
While everyone secretly nodded at Zheng Yuan’s reaction, a few Inner Sect Disciples couldn’t help but feel a hint of sarcasm.
A Tongmai Realm Cultivator being unable to defeat a Blessed Land Realm Cultivator, besides the indeed vast difference in strength, there was another very important point: a Blessed Land Realm Cultivator could fly, while a Tongmai Realm Cultivator could not.
Based on this alone, a Blessed Land Realm Cultivator was already in an unbeatable position!
Therefore, Zheng Yuan was clearly using this advantage to allow him to attack Jiang Yun, while Jiang Yun could not attack him. To be honest, such an approach was a bit shameless.
However, in the next moment, a scene appeared that deeply shocked the entire Wen Dao Sect, including all the Peak Masters, Elders, and even the Dao-robed middle-aged man.
As Zheng Yuan rushed out of the mist, the mist suddenly began to churn violently, like boiling water, and amidst this boiling, a figure actually flew out of the mist, charging towards Zheng Yuan!
“You’ve been hitting me for so long; now, it’s my turn to hit you!”
The speaker was Jiang Yun, and this figure was naturally Jiang Yun!
Jiang Yun, a Tongmai Realm Cultivator, could actually fly!
Tongmai Realm Cultivators cannot fly; this was also an iron rule within the Dao Realm, strictly adhered to by everyone.
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However, the current Jiang Yun, following closely behind Zheng Yuan, flew into the sky, instantly leaving everyone who witnessed this scene in stunned silence, and once again overturning this iron rule in their hearts.
Most people even suddenly recalled a question Zheng Yuan had asked Jiang Yun earlier—Are you a Blessed Land Realm Cultivator?
Could it be that Jiang Yun was truly already a Blessed Land Realm Cultivator?
However, someone quickly noticed something: “Look beneath Jiang Yun!”
Everyone hurriedly focused their gaze and then discovered that beneath Jiang Yun, there was a nearly transparent, faint mist, like a cloud, supporting his body as he soared towards the sky.
It was just that this mist was extremely faint, almost the same color as the sky, and if one didn’t look carefully, it was impossible to notice, thus giving everyone the illusion that Jiang Yun was performing flight techniques by his own power.
Upon seeing this mist cloud clearly, sounds of realization naturally came from all directions of the Wen Dao Sect.
“So that’s it, this mist must be a flying Magical Artifact!”
“That’s right, it scared me just now. I thought this Jiang Yun could really fly!”
“Flying with the power of a Magical Artifact is nothing; even Mortals can do it.”
Those who spoke these words were all miscellaneous laborers and Outer Sect Disciples of the Wen Dao Sect, and while their words sounded incredibly relieved, the deep-seated hint of jealousy in their tone did not escape the ears of the Elders, Peak Masters, and even the Inner Sect Disciples.
However, regardless of whether they were Inner Sect Disciples or Elders and Peak Masters, they paid no attention to these voices, because even after seeing the mist cloud beneath Jiang Yun’s feet, their faces still showed profound shock.