Chapter 162

As for now, being able to discern this aspect is still impossible.

So regardless of whether Luo Fu was expelled by Saint Tongtian, this once again caused a huge uproar among the many disciples of Mount Kunlun.

Only a few years have passed, yet so much has happened to Luo Fu.

Luo Fu can be said to be the most talked-about Jie Sect disciple currently famous on Mount Kunlun.

No wonder when Luo Fu competed against Huang Long True Person, many eyes turned to this match.

"How is this possible? Senior Huang Long didn't instantly defeat Luo Fu, didn't even inflict any real harm on him."

"That's nothing—he's just too fast. Senior Huang Long simply couldn't catch him yet. Once Huang Long adapts to Luo Fu's speed, Luo Fu will surely lose."

"That makes sense. After all, Luo Fu has only just entered the Jin Xian stage."

The many disciples of Mount Kunlun all began whispering about this combat.

Originally, they thought this match would be one-sided, but now it was clear things weren't as they imagined.

This was unexpected.

"Luo Fu junior," Qiongxiao's eyes sparkled.

He hadn't expected Luo Fu to show not the slightest weakness against Huang Long.

Others only saw Luo Fu's speed—he evaded Huang Long's attacks through speed—but Qiongxiao, also a Jin Xian, felt this was due to Luo Fu's true strength.

Moreover, watching Luo Fu in combat, Qiongxiao could see his expression carried an air of effortless mastery.

After all, Qiongxiao had once interacted with Luo Fu and knew something of his character and conduct.

If this were Luo Fu's ultimate power, he wouldn't be showing such a demeanor.

Thinking of this, Qiongxiao's cheeks burned.

Just moments ago, she had worried for Luo Fu's safety; now she saw this former junior brother was far stronger than she.

"Qiongxiao sister, Luo Fu junior is far stronger than we imagined," Yunxiao exclaimed beside her.

"Yes, originally Luo Fu was just an ordinary, silent disciple—who could have guessed?" Qiongxiao, having steadied her emotions, sighed.

Previously, in Qiongxiao's eyes, Luo Fu had merely been that weakling from the past.

That's why she had warned Luo Fu just now—but now, recalling it, she realized she had truly made a fool of herself.

"We should congratulate Luo Fu—he has finally succeeded," Yunxiao's mind conjured the image of past Luo Fu.

In the past, Luo Fu had been nearly a hermit among Jie Sect disciples.

Among all Jie Sect disciples, few could match Luo Fu's level of ascetic practice.

Jie Sect disciples often socialized with one another.

But Luo Fu never joined in socializing with other Jie Sect disciples.

Because of this, among the Jie Sect disciples of that time, few remembered Luo Fu.

To this, the post-transmigration Luo Fu remarked: this suited him perfectly.

If he had close friends or family, Luo Fu wouldn't know how to handle them.

"Yes, we should congratulate Luo Fu junior," Qiongxiao nodded.

No matter the outcome of this battle, Qiongxiao's former perception of Luo Fu had already reversed.

"Luo Fu junior's strength is this powerful?" Wudang Shengmu's eyes brightened. "From his performance, junior has reached Mid Stage Jin Xian cultivation base."

Mid Stage Jin Xian cultivation base.

She herself, Wudang, was at this level, and many of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were at this same level.

Those like Duobao, at the Late Stage, are extremely rare among the Saint's direct disciples.

"Mid Stage Jin Xian," Jin Ling's eyes held a strange glint. "Senior Duobao, did you already know junior's strength?"

"I didn't," Daoist Duobao shook his head. "And junior's strength may not be limited to this."

In the void.

Saint Tongtian watched Luo Fu's battle with a smile.

Even when Duobao fought, Saint Tongtian had never been this attentive.

Luo Fu, in Saint Tongtian's heart, truly was like a son—anyone who harmed his son was harming him.

This gave Saint Tongtian an unusual emotion as he watched Luo Fu's battle.

If one were to use a common mortal phrase to describe it, it was like an old father watching his son return victorious from the battlefield.

"Senior Yuanshi, it seems my disciple Luo Fu will win this match," Saint Tongtian said proudly.

"..." Master Yuanshi's face darkened.

But he had nothing to say in response to Saint Tongtian's words.

Master Yuanshi had some estimate of Luo Fu's strength, let alone his opponent was Huang Long.

As a dragon clan member, Huang Long was inherently restrained by primordial bloodlines.

Not long ago, Luo Fu had radiated bloodline power rivaling the Primordial Dragon. Though no one knew how he achieved it, there was no doubt that Huang Long True Person faced Luo Fu.

He had not the slightest chance of victory.

So what could he say in response to Saint Tongtian's words?

In the Combat World.

After Huang Long True Person's sword pierced Luo Fu's body, he wore a smile of triumph.

Even if Luo Fu could dodge, he had failed to evade this strike.

He had seized Luo Fu's opening and struck.

"No…" Instantly, Huang Long's expression shifted repeatedly.

The sensation of the sword piercing the body felt unreal—the Luo Fu before him was not Luo Fu.

When Huang Long fixed his gaze—

Luo Fu, who had originally been as solid as a physical form, now flickered and vanished like a phantom.

This was merely the afterimage left behind by Luo Fu's earlier departure, too swift to be fully perceived.

Huang Long True Person clearly had not sensed anything amiss, which was why he believed he had just won.

"Luo Fu, little brother, do you only know how to hide?" Huang Long True Person snarled. "As a disciple of the Sage, do you intend to be a coward? If you have any courage, face me directly."

These words were somewhat sophistical on Huang Long's part.

After all, speed is also a form of strength.

It's not as if every enemy must fight face-to-face to be considered proper.

"Is that so?" Luo Fu's gaze, from nearby, held a hint of calmness. "Brother Huang Long, I had intended to let you show your worth. Since you do not value this opportunity, then I shall heed your words—but can you block even one of my strikes?"

There was no arrogance in these words, only utter calm.

It was as if Luo Fu had simply asked Huang Long, "Have you eaten?"

Yet precisely because of this, Huang Long True Person felt profound humiliation.

"Luo Fu, are you mocking me?" Huang Long's face darkened; his dragon bloodline's aura erupted fully, causing his Jin Xian aura to surge again.

"Mocking you…" Luo Fu's eyes fixed on Huang Long. "Brother Huang Long, I am merely telling you the truth."

The moment he finished speaking,

a force of Mid Stage Jin Xian erupted from Luo Fu.

"This is…" Huang Long instantly felt a great dread emanating from Luo Fu.

Though Luo Fu's cultivation base was only Mid Stage Jin Xian, there was no doubt—he was no ordinary Mid Stage Jin Xian.

After all, Huang Long himself also possessed a Mid Stage Jin Xian cultivation base.

Of course, his own Mid Stage Jin Xian state was merely a recent entry.

"Mid Stage Jin Xian," Huang Long True Person gritted his teeth. "Luo Fu, I never imagined you had concealed yourself so deeply. But even so, do you truly believe one strike can defeat me? You are the Sage's direct disciple—I am also the Sage's direct disciple."

Though Huang Long did not know why Luo Fu's power had reached Mid Stage Jin Xian,

he would not yield.

Their strengths were on equal footing; even if Luo Fu's pressure was astonishing, it remained so.

Otherwise, what face would he, a direct disciple of the Chan Sect, have left?

"Perhaps, I need not even use one strike," Luo Fu's eyes glinted coldly; he had no intention of dragging this out any longer.

At the same time, he recalled that Huang Long before him was also a dragon.

Thinking of this,

an unimaginably terrifying, boundless dragon aura spread from Luo Fu.

Of course, this aura was confined solely to the battlefield between Luo Fu and Huang Long True Person; the disciples outside felt nothing at all.

But Huang Long was different—he felt an overwhelmingly terrifying presence.