On the arena, Song Zhen's terrifying aura began to stabilize. The backlash from self-destructing one Martial Wheel was immense, but it also made him incredibly powerful at this moment, infinitely close to the third layer of the Yang Wheel!
"Chu Nan, die!" The power from self-destructing the Martial Wheel couldn't be sustained for long, so Song Zhen had to make it a quick battle.
Torrents of flames transformed into giant dragons, all rushing towards Chu Nan.
A fierce gleam flashed in Chu Nan's eyes, and the Willow Branch Sword in his hand swung incessantly, slashing at the fiery dragons.
The flaming dragons were continuously torn to pieces. Song Zhen's eyes turned blood red; he didn't expect that even after self-destructing one Martial Wheel, he still couldn't kill Chu Nan.
Crack!
Seeing his power about to dissipate, Song Zhen self-destructed a second Martial Wheel. As long as he had one Martial Wheel as a foundation, he wouldn't worry about not being able to recover in the future.
"Die for me!" With the second Martial Wheel's self-destruction, Song Zhen's power surged once more.
At this moment, he lunged directly at Chu Nan, like a giant beast bathed in flames, aiming to tear him to pieces.
Facing this scene, Chu Nan remained calm, but within, the Sea of Clouds churned violently.
A purple light flashed in his eyes, his entire body bathed in thunder, with strands of thunderbolts continually gathering in his palm.
Although Chu Nan practiced Sword Dao Martial Skills, his strongest asset was his physical body, the Ancestral Bloodline!
Even though it was but a remnant, the Heaven-Shocking Thunder Spear inherited from the Ancestral Bloodline was his most terrifying killing method at the moment.
A ten-foot-long Thunder Spear coalesced in Chu Nan's palm, his cold gaze glanced at Song Zhen, mercilessly saying, "Self-destructing Martial Wheels indeed is formidable, but to me, your Martial Wheels are far too weak."
"With such weak Martial Wheels, even if you self-destruct them all, what can they do to me?"
Crack!
A terrifying thundering roar exploded, the surrounding spiritual energy transformed into purple waves, raging wildly.
At the instant Song Zhen was about to strike Chu Nan, the Thunder Spear in his hand was also thrown.
The Thunder Spear tore through the flames, pierced through Song Zhen's body, making him fly backward like a flaming meteor.
Ultimately, the Thunder Spear pinned Song Zhen to the arena, the flames on his body gradually extinguished, but a bloody hole appeared on his chest, breath like a thread!
This scene shocked everyone, whether from the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect or Ma Ju and Ma Liu Niang, no one expected that Song Zhen, who had self-destructed two Martial Wheels, was defeated by Chu Nan so easily.
At this moment, Song Zhen gaped, blood flowing profusely, seemingly close to death.
Chu Nan took a step forward, just about to eliminate the threat for Gu Nianxue, when a mournful cry came from the high platform, "Grandson!"
Ma Ju rushed to the arena at an incredibly fast speed, cradling the dying Song Zhen, frantically feeding him Elixir.
The originally nearly dead Song Zhen was revived under the effect of the Elixir, his injuries beginning to heal.
This scene left Chu Nan rather disappointed.
Seeing Song Zhen's condition stabilize, Ma Ju immediately turned to Chu Nan to hold him to account, "You little beast, you dare to kill my darling grandson, I'll finish you!"
Chen Kaiyang immediately appeared, standing in front of Chu Nan, said, "This was a fair duel, Song Zhen's defeat to my disciple was due to his lack of strength."
"If you're not satisfied, why don't we have a match?"
At this moment, the disciples of the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect, encouraged by some elders, began to shout.
"Could it be that Imperial Capital Martial Artists are unwilling to acknowledge defeat?"
"So this is the extent of the Imperial Capital Martial Artists' temper, truly eye-opening."
"A loss is a loss; can't you afford it?"
Chu Nan, with Spiritual Pill Cultivation, defeated the Yang Wheel of the Imperial Capital, greatly enhancing the reputation of the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect. At this moment, all disciples admired Chu Nan immensely.
At this moment, Ma Liu Niang also came over, seeing Song Zhen's state, she was very satisfied.
Now, even if Song Zhen survived, his future achievements would be limited, giving her a reason to refuse her sister Ma Ju.
However, she didn't plan on letting Chu Nan go either; Ma Liu Niang's gaze sharply turned to him, then coldly laughed, "Just a disciple of the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect, daring to harm my Imperial Capital Martial Artist, truly audacious!"
"If you aren't killed, if outsiders know of this, wouldn't it mean belittling the Ma Family, belittling the Imperial Capital?"
"Today, I'll use your life to avenge my nephew!"
Ma Liu Niang raised her hand and charged at Chu Nan without holding back, clearly intending to kill him.
The disciples of the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect were stunned by this scene, Ma Liu Niang and Ma Ju indeed were like two of a kind. Clearly defeated, yet not acknowledging it, and now even resorting to killing with their higher cultivation level, truly shameless!
Yet Chu Nan stared directly at Ma Liu Niang, showing no intention to retreat.
At this moment, Chen Kaiyang suddenly intervened, meeting Ma Liu Niang with one palm, both retreating five steps.
Ma Liu Niang steadied herself, angrily questioning, "Chen Kaiyang, you dare stop me?"
"I am from the Imperial Capital Ma Family, do you know the crime of preventing me from killing?"
Hearing Ma Liu Niang's question, Chen Kaiyang did not back down at all; Gu Nianxue you can take away, but you cannot kill, thus he stated, "Injuries during a duel are inevitable, if you want to kill someone over such a trivial matter, isn't that being too overbearing."
"Even if you are an Imperial Capital Martial Artist, you should not act this way. If you truly intend to kill my Sect's true disciple, I, Chen Kaiyang, will fight the Ma Family to the bitter end, even if it means the demise of the Sect!"
Crackling!
At this moment, within the watching crowd, the disciples and elders of the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect stood up together. Chu Nan had defeated the Yang Wheel Martial Artist of the Imperial Capital, greatly enhancing Cyan Mountain Sword Sect's prestige.
At this moment, they did not hesitate to stand alongside Chu Nan, even if they themselves were weak, they wanted to exhibit the courage of Cyan Mountain Sword Sect to not admit defeat.
Chu Nan also said at this moment: "Though our strength is small, if a fight truly breaks out, we will ensure the Ma Family feels pain!"
He knew Chen Kaiyang's actions were for his sake, so Chu Nan naturally had to make a statement.
"How bold, the lowly Cyan Mountain Sword Sect dares to offend me!" Ma Liu Niang's face turned livid. The strongest being only the Yang Wheel, yet this Sect dared to go to war with the Ma Family, clearly a provocation.
Ma Ju also spoke at this moment, "It seems we haven't visited the Cyan Mountain County in ages, causing you to have unrealistic illusions."
"In that case, let us show you the power of the Ma Family."
Ma Liu Niang nodded quietly, then prepared to summon the Yang Wheel Martial Artist from the Ma Family, stationed outside the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect, to initiate war against them.
At this moment, Gu Nianxue suddenly stood up to Ma Liu Niang, "Enough! I have already agreed to return to the Ma Family, what more do you want?"
"If anyone dares act in the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect today, the only thing you'll bring back to the Ma Family will be a corpse!"
Gu Nianxue brandished a longsword, unleashed her cultivation, and held it horizontally against her neck. A slight exertion of force and her head would fly off.
Seeing this, an expression of concern appeared on Chu Nan's face, "Gu Nianxue, don't act rashly."
At this moment, Gu Qiu spoke, "My daughter and I would rather break than bend, the Ma Family is powerful enough to force us back, but can they force us not to die!"
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