Chapter 128: No Mercy
Facing Yan Zhen clad in fiery armor, a flicker of fear crossed the City Lord’s heart, as if opposing him was a foolish endeavor.
But he quickly brushed aside the feeling. Yan Zhen was just an Eight Star Mystic Adept. Even with some temporary method to boost his aura to a Three Star Mystic General level, he couldn’t possibly be a match.
Instead, the City Lord was intrigued by this power-enhancing method. If he could obtain it, he wouldn’t have to be wary of the Mystic Academy anymore.
“Arrogant brat! You dare act so presumptuously before me with your mere demonic tricks?”
He brought his palms together, surging Ice Mystic Power condensing into a crescent moon, emitting a chilling glow.
“Prepare to die!”
He flung the crescent moon forward. It expanded into a massive blade, slicing through the air towards Yan Zhen, carrying a bone-chilling cold.
Instructor Yu Xuan’s heart leaped into her throat. Even she would struggle to withstand this attack, let alone Yan Zhen, an Eight Star Mystic Adept. But the current Yan Zhen seemed to be far more than just a Mystic Adept…
As the moon blade approached, Yan Zhen casually raised his hand, swatting it away. The blue blade shattered into countless fragments, dissipating into nothingness.
The City Lord’s eyes bulged.
He had dispersed their Lan family’s renowned General Tier Mystic Skill, the Silver Frost Great Moon, with a single slap? How was that possible?! Was that brat a Mystic King?
“…He’s so strong…” Instructor Yu Xuan whispered, her heart pounding.
The City Guard and the Mystic Academy’s students and instructors were stunned, unable to comprehend how Yan Zhen had achieved this. Was it the armor he was wearing?
Yan Zhen, however, was acutely aware of his current strength. He was at the Three Star General Tier, but he wasn’t a Mystic General. He was a… Heavenly General!
Fueling his armor wasn’t Mystic Power, but a far more potent force: Heavenly Power!
Heavenly Power was a force that only Mystic Kings and above could access, fully controlled only by Mystic Venerables and above!
“If that’s all you’ve got, you might as well join your son and grandson down below.”
His voice, emanating from beneath the armor, was emotionless, almost mechanical.
He moved with blinding speed, appearing before the City Lord in an instant, his fist, engulfed in gold and silver flames, aimed at the City Lord’s chest.
The City Lord, his heart pounding with fear, crossed his arms, his Ice Mystic Power forming a massive shield of ice.
His efforts were futile.
The fiery fist shattered the shield, connecting with his chest.
The sound of cracking bones echoed as the City Lord, blood spraying from his mouth, was sent flying backwards.
— How can he be so strong?!
Before he could land, Yan Zhen appeared behind him, his leg whipping out, striking his shoulder, sending him hurtling towards the academy gates like a kicked ball.
Bang!
The City Lord crashed into the academy’s barrier, the impact reverberating like a thunderclap. The force of the collision sent ripples through the barrier, the rebound flinging him backwards.
He felt like his body was breaking apart. As he lay on his back, his gaze met the armored figure descending from the sky.
He sensed his impending doom. He tried to speak, but Yan Zhen’s hand, wreathed in flames, clamped down on his face, pushing him downwards.
“Blazing Meteor Fall.”
They plummeted like a fiery meteor, crashing into the plaza before the academy gates, creating a crater over ten meters wide.
Instructor Yu Xuan rushed to the crater’s edge, peering down. Yan Zhen stood amidst the debris, the City Lord lying at his feet, battered and defeated.
“Impossible… This is impossible… How can a mere Mystic Adept–” The City Lord couldn’t accept reality.
He had ruled Silver Moon City for many years. Even the Mystic Academy’s Headmaster had never truly defeated him. And now he had been defeated by a mere student.
The very student who had killed his son!
Yan Zhen placed his foot on the City Lord’s dantian.
“If you weren’t the City Lord, you would be dead already. I show no mercy to those who try to kill me.”
The City Lord realized what he was about to do, struggling in terror.
“No! You can’t do this! I’m the City Lord!!!”
Crack.
Heavenly Power surged into his dantian, shattering it, destroying the surrounding meridians.
The City Lord screamed in agony, his cultivation crippled. He would be reduced from a powerful Mystic General, the ruler of Silver Moon City, to a helpless, middle-aged man.
His power, his status, his wealth, his women… everything would be stripped away.
This was far more unbearable than losing his son, than losing his own life!
His screams subsided as he lost consciousness, his body going limp.
The crisis averted, the power of his trump card dissipated. The fiery armor transformed back into flames, returning to his dantian, revealing his true appearance. His aura returned to the level of an Eight Star Mystic Adept.
“Yan Zhen!”
Instructor Yu Xuan jumped into the crater, rushing to his side, her arms wrapping around him as she examined him anxiously.
“Are you alright?”
He forced a weak smile. “I’m fine, Instructor. Don’t worry. Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m fine.”
She studied him for a moment, then pulled him into a tight embrace, her soft, fragrant body pressing against his, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and anger.
“You little rascal! Why didn’t you listen to me? Challenging a Mystic General at the Mystic Adept realm! Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Couldn’t you have let me handle it?”
“I could have, but…” He hesitated, then hugged her back, feeling the soft curves of her waist against him, his heart calm and steady. “I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me, Instructor. You’ve already done so much for me.”
His embrace sent her heart racing. She didn’t know whether to be happy or angry.
“You fool… Don’t ever do that again.”
He nodded obediently.
“I’ll listen to you, Instructor.”
They stood there, holding each other, a moment of quiet intimacy.
Thankfully, due to the extraordinary circumstances, everyone was still reeling from the shock of his victory over the City Lord. No one found their embrace inappropriate.
…
Perched atop a large tree near the academy gates, Aunt Mu, who had hurried from the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce, watched the scene below, her expression filled with disbelief.
She had witnessed him wielding the Extreme Flame Sword, slaying three Mystic Scholars the previous night. That was understandable. Extreme Flames possessed such power. But this… How was this possible?
No matter how powerful an Extreme Flame was, it couldn’t bridge the gap between a Mystic Adept and a Mystic General. The difference in strength was simply too vast.
Yet, he had done it.
It was unbelievable.
“The Young Mistress truly has a keen eye for talent. This boy is… extraordinary. However, he seems to be a bit… flirtatious. So young, yet he’s already entangled with his own instructor. I wonder if the Young Mistress can handle him.”
She shook her head inwardly, but these weren’t her concerns. Her duty was to protect Ji Ya.
With no need for her intervention, she vanished, returning to her post.
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