The violent collision caused the mountain peak beneath their feet to tremble fiercely, as if it were about to collapse in the next moment.

A vast wave of mana swept out, raising clouds of dust like a storm tearing through the land, uprooting ancient trees on the mountain’s surface, which disintegrated before they even touched the ground.

Just the aftershock of such a collision required some of the weaker Immortal Sect disciples to exert all their strength to withstand it.

It’s hard to imagine that this was merely caused by the young generation.

"Just now... was that the Golden Scale Saint Heir?"

"With such tremendous power, it’s no wonder he is recognized as a leading figure of the younger generation."

"Even the genius Lv Bai from the Cyan Hope Sect, facing such a terrifying attack, is likely in a dangerous situation."

"What is the situation now?"

Hearing the discussions of the Immortal Sect disciples in his ears, Lv Bai waved his hand, using mana to disperse the dust blocking his view, and the attacker’s form came into his sight.

The Golden Scale Saint Heir’s eyes glinted with golden light. When his body-refining technique was fully activated, his fist, seemingly made of pure gold, shimmered with divine brilliance.

Yet, what was concerning was that this seemingly indestructible fist was oozing droplets of blood.

Apparently, in the previous collision, he hadn’t gained any advantage.

In fact, Lv Bai hadn’t taken any defensive measures; he merely maintained his Steel Body ability.

With the formidable effect of the Steel Body, he could completely ignore the Golden Scale Saint Heir’s attack.

However, the opponent didn’t know this and assumed Lv Bai, like him, was on the path of body refining.

The expression of the Golden Scale Saint Heir revealed that he felt no fear; rather, Lv Bai’s formidable display had stirred a strong fighting spirit within him.

Being recognized as the best among his generation, he fostered an invincible belief through constant victories.

Finding a fellow body cultivator like himself, the Golden Scale Saint Heir had no reason to shy away.

His battle intent surged even higher, even affecting the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

"I truly underestimated you. Who would have thought that someone from a mere Cyan Hope Sect could possess such astonishing strength? Unfortunately... it’s useless!"

The Golden Scale Saint Heir suddenly mobilized all the strength in his bones and muscles, a frenzied killing intent flashing in his eyes: "I will use your fortune and defeat to nourish my path to the supreme peak!"

In comparison to the Golden Scale Saint Heir’s boiling, frenzied aura, Lv Bai seemed quite unremarkable.

Especially with the harmless smile plastered on his face, almost no one felt any threat from him.

The commotion they made naturally attracted other peak figures of the younger generation.

"Lv Bai could be in real danger this time." The young man drinking shook his head internally, sensing the obvious difference in momentum between the two.

The sword-carrying disciple from the Sword Pavilion, holding his sword box, stood beside the young man drinking and didn’t rush to a judgement. He only mentioned a fact: "Lv Bai seems a bit too calm."

Feeling the Golden Scale Saint Heir’s aura reaching its peak, a hush fell abruptly over the surrounding talk, as if a grip was placed around their throats.

The Immortal Sect disciples who were still present, all at least in the Foundation Establishment Stage, naturally sensed the imminent clash.

Bam!

As expected, the Golden Scale Saint Heir made his move, stomping the ground with such violent force that the mountain peak couldn’t withstand it and showed signs of cracking.

Using this enormous recoil, he charged at Lv Bai with incredible speed, his swinging fist making the air itself seem to quiver.

This time, Lv Bai didn’t let the opponent attack at will. He raised his right palm cheerfully, stretching it out flat.

Like a traffic policeman directing traffic, signaling the cars in front to stop.

BOOM!!!

The mountain shuddered, the intensely violent force surged in all directions like a tidal wave.

Yet at the epicenter of this power surge, Lv Bai appeared as relaxed as an outsider.

He firmly grasped the Golden Scale Saint Heir’s fist in his hand, his arm still straight, showing not even a hint of bending under the collision.

"Though I don’t quite understand why you’re so irritable..."

Lv Bai spoke with a smile, his tone like playing with a child: "But you probably didn’t realize from the start how vast the gap between us is."

Seeing this, the Immortal Sect disciples watching, one after another, couldn’t help but show expressions of disbelief.

Truth be told, they could accept Lv Bai and the Golden Scale Saint Heir being locked in a fierce battle, regardless of who won or lost; it wasn’t something unfathomable.

But unilateral domination, especially in such a nonchalant manner, shouldn’t have occurred.

This almost challenged their understanding.

After all, whether it was the Golden Scale Saint Heir, the sword-carrying disciple, or other true inheritors from the Great Teachings.

In fact, their aptitude was considered heavenly, the extreme of mortal gifts.

So they naturally assumed Lv Bai was of the same caliber, unable to dream that someone could be so exaggeratedly strong among peers.

While others were already so shocked, as the person involved, the Golden Scale Saint Heir could clearly feel how extraordinarily strong Lv Bai was. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

He felt as if he were a child playing with his father, no matter how hard he swung his fist, he couldn’t break free from his father’s grasp.

"No... it’s impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The Golden Scale Saint Heir’s eyes turned blood-red; he couldn’t accept failure, especially such a disgraceful defeat.

A cultivator who had refined his body to his extent, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say his physique rivaled gold and iron. He quickly raised his free left arm, aiming a punch at Lv Bai’s seemingly unguarded face.

A fierce gust swept across, yet Lv Bai didn’t even blink, casually swatting out his hand like swatting a mosquito.

The force is mutual.

Relying on the robust effect of the Steel Body, and using mana cultivated through effort and sweat, this slap was actually quite terrifying.

Instantly twisting the Golden Scale Saint Heir’s left arm to a cringe-inducing degree.

Lv Bai followed with a kick, sending the Golden Scale Saint Heir flying like a broken kite, his golden, scalding blood scattering onto the ground.

Everyone, including the usually unperturbed sword-carrying disciple of the Sword Pavilion, gasped in shock.

No one could remain calm, as powerful as the Golden Scale Saint Heir, a leading figure of the young generation, became as helpless as a three-year-old child in front of Lv Bai, completely unimaginable.

Lv Bai had no intention of pursuing victory; he patted off imaginary dust from his clothes, then lifted his palm upward a few times towards all directions, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Continue with whatever you were doing, don’t mind me."