Zheng Feihongâs expression changed drastically.
He desperately manipulated the Array, trying to kill Li Changâan or at least severely injure him to end the dayâs conflict.
But in the very next moment...
A Tier Two Puppet appeared, temporarily blocking all attacks for Li Changâan.
Li Changâanâs expression remained unchanged as a second Array-Breaking Treasure appeared in his hand: the Wind-Stabilizing Staff!
This was a Treasure that Cao Shaolong had fought hard to obtain in the Secret Realm, and its Array-Breaking capabilities were in no way inferior to the Forbidden Spirit Chessboard.
"Stabilize!"
Li Changâan let out a cold shout and threw it forward.
An instant later, the Wind-Stabilizing Staff struck a weak point in the Array, causing the entire formation to falter once again.
But that wasnât all.
Li Changâan brought out a third Array-Breaking Treasure: the Spirit-Breaking Alms Bowl!
With three Treasures brought out in succession, the Zheng Familyâs clan-protecting Grand Array completely lost its effectiveness. The flow of all Spiritual Power within the Array froze.
As the one controlling the Array, Zheng Feihongâs expression turned particularly grim.
With a wave of his hand, a long spear wreathed in blazing flames appeared in his grasp, and his Foundation Establishment Magical Power erupted from his body.
"Li Changâan, it seems youâre determined to fight me!"
The Array was now useless.
Zheng Feihong had no choice but to act personally.
He had been at the Foundation Establishment realm for many years, and his reserves of Magical Power were deeper than Li Changâanâs. He was confident he could suppress him.
"Come and fight!"
He roared, the flames on his spear burning fiercely as a torrent of battle intent surged from him.
Li Changâanâs expression did not change; he remained as calm as ever.
At this moment, Zheng Qingqing and Zheng Yuandao had already retreated to a safe distance.
Both of them stared at Li Changâanâs back, wondering how he planned to win this fight.
If he worked with the Tier Two Puppet, he might be able to suppress Zheng Feihong for a short time, but his own Magical Power would be consumed too quickly. He wouldnât be able to last long at all.
Unless he used poison!
Zheng Qingqing thought of Miao Qianshuiâs death.
Miao Qianshui had been a Sect Foundation Establishment cultivator of immense strength, yet he had been completely helpless against Li Changâanâs Poison Technique.
âIt must be poison...â
Zheng Qingqing mulled it over and settled on this conclusion.
However, the course of the battle far exceeded her expectations.
Li Changâan stood quietly in mid-air. He didnât summon any Spiritual Artifacts, nor did he have the Ten Thousand Poison Gu release its toxic mist.
"Cyan Wood Divine Light, condense!"
With a thought, a ray of cyan divine light appeared in his hand.
He had already cultivated this Magic to the Entry Realm.
Its power was comparable to an ordinary Celestial Grade Magic!
"Go!"
He waved his hand casually.
In an instant, the cyan light streaked across the sky like a bolt of cyan lightning, carrying an unparalleled, terrifying power as it reached Zheng Feihong in a flash.
Zheng Feihongâs expression changed dramatically, and he hurriedly raised his spear to block.
BOOM!
A massive explosion, like a clap of thunder, left the ears of countless Zheng Family disciples ringing.
Next, they all witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
Zheng Feihong, the great and respected ancestor of the Zheng Family, was sent flying backward, spitting blood from that single casual strike. He crashed heavily into the ground below!
His flaming spear had shattered, turning into a fiery rain that fell to the earth.
He himself was severely wounded by the blow. His aura was faint, his body was covered in blood, and a large section of his chest had caved in. He struggled to fly out from the deep crater he had made in the ground.
"How could this be..."
Zheng Feihongâs face was deathly pale. He couldnât believe he had been so utterly defeated.
Just one strike!
And he had completely lost the ability to fight back.
If they were to fight again, death would be his certain fate!
But Li Changâan remained composed and unruffled, as if he had merely swatted away an ant. His aura was not the least bit disturbed.
"Zheng Feihong, do you still wish to fight?"
"I..."
Zheng Feihongâs expression was bleak. He had just started to speak when he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He no longer had any courage to continue the fight. He slowly lowered his head and dispersed his Magical Power.
"I have lost."
Though these three words were spoken softly, to the ears of the many Zheng Family disciples, they boomed like rolling thunder, leaving them numb.
The ancestor they had always revered had actually been defeated!
And so completely.
It was simply too difficult to accept.
At this moment, just like Zheng Lingfeng, they wished they were only dreaming and would wake up soon.
In the rear, Zheng Qingqing and Zheng Yuandao were also shaken to their core.
Even Zheng Yuandao, an expert at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, could not have crushed Zheng Feihong so easily!
"Qingqing, that cyan immortal light, what kind of Magic was that?"
Zheng Yuandaoâs expression was grave as he secretly sent a Sound Transmission to Zheng Qingqing.
But Zheng Qingqing didnât know either.
Her beautiful eyes, like pools of clear water, gazed at Li Changâan ahead as she let out a soft sigh.
âI thought I understood him well enough, but he manages to surprise me every time. Just how much strength is he still hiding?â
If she had been the one facing that cyan immortal light, she wouldnât have been able to block it either!
In fact, even the Foundation Establishment-level Celestial Prides from the Major Sects and Great Noble Families might not have been able to withstand it.
This kind of overwhelming power was terrifying enough just to watch from a distance.
âHe broke the Array by himself and defeated a Foundation Establishment cultivator in a single move. He now possesses the strength to annihilate a Foundation Establishment Family.â
An ordinary Foundation Establishment Family would only have an ancestor at the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment.
They wouldnât stand a chance against Li Changâan!
The many Zheng Family disciples below had also come to this realization.
Many among them had participated in the battle that destroyed the Wu Family. They had personally seen the Wu Familyâs Array being broken and had witnessed the Wu Family Ancestor fleeing after being severely injured.
Back then, they never could have imagined that one day, the Zheng Clan Territory would face the same situation.
Zheng Lingfengâs face was ashen. He stared blankly at the severely wounded Zheng Feihong, feeling as though he had plunged into an abyss.
"No, this canât be happening... How could the ancestor lose..."
That terrifying strike had not only defeated Zheng Feihong, but it had also shattered Zheng Lingfengâs madness, forcing him to wake up completely.
And with that clarity came endless terror!
Zheng Lingfengâs face was deathly pale. He scrambled to turn around, his legs trembling, and desperately ran toward the depths of the clan territory, trying to escape Li Changâanâs gaze and hide in a place where no one could ever find him.