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Chapter 15 The Power of Artistic Conception

The school grounds were quiet for a moment, and then it was as if a bomb had been detonated.

There were discussions and noises everywhere, all mixed together.

"What, did I hear it correctly? Zhang Wu met Wei Zong so quickly."

"Zhang Wu is the strongest being besides Senior Sister, Wei Zongxuan."

"Hey, what do you know? I have inside information. It is said that Wei Zong has awakened the power of blood. Do you understand the power of blood?"

"It's actually the power of blood. It seems that the outcome is really hard to say."

Wei Zong and his team's arena attracted almost all the disciples, and even the elders also turned their attention here. Without him, this game was really interesting. Zhang Wu was the strongest in the inner sect after Ye Muyu.

However, Wei Zong is said to have awakened the power of his bloodline. It is difficult to determine who will win in the competition between the two.

For a moment, curious and expectant eyes were fixed on the two of them.

Unaffected by these gazes, Wei Zong stepped onto the ring step by step and stood with his sword stationed, while Zhang Wu was already standing on the ring. The two faced each other, and the atmosphere became extremely solemn. There seemed to be an invisible power between them.

All the disciples stared at the two of them intently, holding their breath and not daring to take a breath. Both the inner and outer disciples were looking forward to a fight between dragons and tigers, and even the elders thought so.

On the ring, Zhang Wu sneered and said to Wei Zong: "Wei Zong, don't think that you can do whatever you want with the sect leader as your backstage. In the face of absolute strength, everything is empty."

With that said, Zhang Wu showed his full strength for the first time. He completely released his aura, and the violent aura swept across the entire place. The disciples who were closer were even blown away and could not open their eyes.

"This... such a strong momentum, Zhang Wu has actually condensed his energy to perfection."

Not only the disciples were surprised, but several elders also nodded slightly, obviously satisfied that the sect had such a talented disciple.

Looking at the two people confronting each other below, the elder suddenly said: "Junior Brother Zhang, Zhang Wu is your nephew, right?"

"Yes." Seeing the great elder speak, Zhang Xinyuan quickly replied.

"The Qi Condensation Realm is perfect, yes, this little guy is good. Junior Brother Zhang, you have a good nephew," the elder said, stroking his beard.

There was also a smile on Zhang Xinyuan's face. It was obvious that Zhang Wu was in the limelight at this time, and as an uncle, he also had a bright face.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

After releasing his momentum, Zhang Wu just stood on the ring without making any next move. Wei Zong also stood quietly without any intention of attacking. The two just stood facing each other, and the scene was surrounded by a group of people.

A weird atmosphere.

"What are these two people doing? Staring each other to death with their eyes?"

"Perhaps the two of them are competing for aura. Isn't it said that masters must first determine the winner in aura?" A disciple joked.

Some disciples realized that something was wrong, "Have you heard the sound of the waves?" He sniffed, "It seems that there is also the smell of sea water, salty and fishy." After hearing what he said, no matter how dull the person is,

Found something was wrong.

On Zhang Wu's side, the scene he faced was even more terrifying. It was obviously Wei Zong standing there, but for some reason, he always felt that it was not a human being, but a violent sea, with an aura of destruction, terrifying.

Incomparable.

Zhang Wu knew that he could not continue like this. After a while, he might not even have the courage to take action. Thinking of this, he would rush forward. No matter what Wei Zong did, defeating him would always be the right thing.

But what shocked Zhang Wu was that he found that he could not move. He tried desperately to move his feet, but his feet seemed to be growing on the ground. No matter how hard he tried, they would not move at all.

What frightened him even more was what was happening behind him. The destructive power emanating from Wei Zong's body in the distance was getting heavier and heavier, pressing down on him. He tried desperately to straighten his body, causing his shoulders to be oppressed by the terrifying power, and he let out an overwhelmed groan.

"Kneel down!"

Opposite him, Wei Zong spoke indifferently.

He just stood there, but it was like an ancient divine truth, with incredible power in every word and action.

The two gentle words reached Zhang Wu's ears but turned into a loud sound like a bell.

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

Kneeling down one after another kept impacting his mind, making him almost collapse. What made him even worse was that the power on his body became heavier and heavier, and his originally straight waist had bent. He desperately tried to keep standing.

His posture, under the heavy load, his spine was on the verge of breaking.

"I...I won't give in! If you want me to kneel down, there's no way!"

At this time, Zhang Wu was extremely miserable, with veins popping out on his face, and his eyes were red and bloodshot. Under the extreme pressure, the dense capillaries on his body broke one after another, and blood flowed all over his body, which was horrifying.

Seeing Zhang Wu's tragic situation, the scene fell into silence again, and all the disciples were silent. Even dumbfounded could no longer describe their shock.

What did they see?

Wei Zong just stood there and said kneel down, and then the famous senior brother Zhang Wu became like that.

Fortunately, he didn't really kneel down, but it looked like he would soon.



Wei Zong frowned as he looked at Zhang Wu who was struggling to support him under his artistic conception. He looked down on Zhang Wu, but...

All struggles are in vain!

He took a step forward and poured out from his lips:

"The artistic conception of the sea - overturning the sea!"

With just two words, earth-shaking changes took place before Zhang Wu's eyes. The original Wei Zong suddenly turned into a vast sea, and then the sea water rolled back and turned into a huge wave, rushing towards him.

Under this natural disaster-like scene, Zhang Wu really couldn't hold on any longer.

Plop!

There was a sound of legs kneeling down.

Everyone looked at Zhang Wu kneeling there and were speechless.

"You little beast, how dare you insult my nephew!"

Zhang Xinyuan was furious, stood up, and wanted to take action.

But at this moment, a hand pressed on his shoulder, preventing him from moving at all.

Because this was the great elder's hand. Although it was placed on his shoulder so plainly, it made his hair stand on end. He was very sure that if he dared to make any move, this hand would crush him to death like an ant.

.

The great elder who always had a kind face now had a frosty face, "Sit down, as the elder of the execution hall, you know that no one can interfere with Dabi. If there is a next time, don't blame me.

I don’t care about the friendship between my classmates.”

Zhang Xinyuan sat down. He could feel that if he dared to go against Wei Zong again, the other party would definitely kill him. Because the murderous intent in the great elder's words was almost overflowing, even though he usually looked kind to everyone.

, but when it comes to killing people, it is absolutely unambiguous.

It’s no wonder that the First Elder is so protective of Wei Zong, and others are ignorant, but he, the First Elder, also traveled when he was young, met many geniuses, and knows more than others.

The moment Wei Zong released his artistic conception, he recognized it. It was the power of artistic conception.


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