Dashing Student-Chapter 784: Overpowering and Crushing 9 Great Grandmasters

Chapter 784: Chapter 784: Overpowering and Crushing 9 Great Grandmasters

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, as if an invisible pair of giant hands were choking everyone, giving a strong sense of suffocation!

The aura emitted by the nine Great Grandmasters was as imposing as a mountain, giving an irresistible feeling.

The guests present had already retreated to the farthest corners, yet they were still suffocated by the invisible oppression, and a few young people with weaker cultivation even turned pale, their legs trembling uncontrollably!

"Nine... nine Great Grandmasters joining forces..." an elderly white-haired gentleman trembled in his voice, "I’ve lived for eighty years, participated in countless Jianghu gatherings, yet I’ve never witnessed such a scene!"

A Great Grandmaster is the pinnacle of Martial Arts existence, usually as elusive as a dragon’s glimpse, seeing just one is a rare fortune, let alone today where nine Great Grandmasters teamed up to attack one opponent!

The middle-aged man beside him swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving up and down, "Even if that young man is strong, he is doomed to die today. What a pity for such a gifted youngster..." Even as he lamented, there was a hint of schadenfreude in his gaze.

What good is talent? He was simply too outstanding, otherwise he wouldn’t have become a thorn in the side of the nine Great Grandmasters!

Shen Qinglan stood on the edge of the crowd, her slender fingers clutching the hem of her cheongsam tightly, her nails digging deeply into her palm, oozing tiny streaks of blood, yet she was unaware.

Beside her, Shen’s father was ashen-faced, his lips trembling incessantly, mumbling, "It’s over... all over... this not only offended the Ye Family but also implicated the other eight Great Grandmasters..."

"Kill!"

With a violent shout from Ye Wudao, the battle officially began.

The elderly white-haired man struck first, his fists glowing with dazzling golden light, each punch carrying the momentum to split mountains and break rocks.

Chen Nan moved like lightning, darting through the myriad of fist shadows. Their speeds were so fast that they almost turned into afterimages, the ordinary guests could only see vague blurs flickering in the center of the banquet hall.

"Bang!"

A deafening explosion sounded as their fists finally collided head-on.

A violent airwave erupted from the point of collision, flipping all the tables and chairs within ten meters.

Just as Chen Nan’s stance was unstable, a purple figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Lei Wanjun’s right palm glowed with blinding lightning, and the palm wind carried a piercing thunderous sound, aiming directly at Chen Nan’s heart from behind.

"Thunderclap Palm!"

Chen Nan hastily turned around, crossing his arms into a cross to block in front of his chest.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound resonated as the palm struck firmly against his defense.

Chen Nan flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Amidst clouds of dust, he slowly stood up, a trickle of bright red blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, stark against his pale face.

"Good!" A cheer erupted from the spectators, a few young disciples from the Ye Family even jumped excitedly, as if they had already seen Chen Nan’s downfall!

"It’s not over yet!" Hu Yidao shouted, unsheathing the long blade at his waist with a clang.

The gleaming blade cut down like a cascade, tracing a perfect arc in the air.

Chen Nan shifted slightly, the blade edge grazed his clothes, leaving a slit in his Daoist robe with a ripping sound.

The residue of the sword energy continued unabated, plowing a trench over a foot deep on the ground, gravel flying.

Mo Wentian seized the opportunity, sweeping his wide sleeves, flinging out a handful of dark blue Poisonous Sand.

The tiny grains shimmered with a deadly luster under the sunlight, carrying a sweet odor as they enveloped Chen Nan.

Chen Nan snorted coldly, his right sleeve whisked rapidly, a fierce blast of energy swept all the Poisonous Sand back, forcing Mo Wentian into a hasty retreat, awkwardly dodging his own sand.

"Such exquisite inner strength control!" Zhao Wuji gasped in astonishment, unconsciously lowering his arms that were previously crossed, his eyes filled with shock.

The battle grew fiercer as the nine Great Grandmasters took turns attacking, showcasing a plethora of renowned martial arts.

Chen Nan at times darted through the encirclement like a dragon, and at times stood firm against formidable enemies like an immovable rock.

Though there were many wounds on him, his eyes only grew sharper, his fighting spirit even more intense.

"This boy...can withstand the siege of nine people for so long without defeat?" Jin Buhuan, watching, broke into a cold sweat on his forehead, subconsciously touching his Iron Cloth Shirt, comparing quietly in his heart. freёweɓnovel_com

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves passed, leaving a mess all around!

"We can’t drag it any longer!" Ye Wudao shouted sternly, his voice carrying a hint of anxiety, "Form the array!"

The nine quickly changed positions, moving in a specific trajectory, encircling Chen Nan at the center.

They formed complex hand seals with their hands, unleashing an unprecedented terrifying aura.

The air at the scene seemed to solidify, even time seemed to slow down.

"Nine Stars Extermination Array!" A knowledgeable guest cried out, his voice changing tone, "Legend has it that this array can exterminate immortals and gods, no one has come out alive in a hundred years!"

Within the array, Chen Nan felt the air around him thickening like glue, each movement requiring ten times the effort it normally would.

Nine beams of different colors shot from different directions — scarlet, indigo, emerald, golden... the nine colors wove into a web of death, completely enveloping him.

Wherever the beams went, the ground silently disintegrated, revealing deep black pits beneath.

"It’s over." Ye Wudao laughed coldly, folding his hands, the wrinkles on his face relaxing into an expression of victory assured.

At this critical moment, Chen Nan suddenly closed his eyes.

When he reopened them, golden flames flickered in his pupils!

The flames grew increasingly intense, ultimately turning into two golden beams that shot out from his eyes.

"Break!"

A long cry shook this little world, unprecedented power erupted from within Chen Nan.

Dazzling golden waves exploded from him as the center, blinding like a solar flare.

The nine beams shattered like fragile glass, turning into a rain of light dispersing in the air.

"Pff!"

The nine Great Grandmasters simultaneously spat a mouthful of blood, staggering backward.

The array they painstakingly set up collapsed instantly, and the backlash injured each of them significantly.

Ye Wudao was the worst off, bearing the brunt of the backlash as the array’s pivotal point, he flew out like a ragdoll, heavily hitting the shattered wall, sliding to the ground.

As the dust gradually settled, Chen Nan stood proudly.

Though his Daoist robe was heavily damaged, and wounds were numerous, the air of dominating the world was even greater than before the fight.

Standing there, he was like an unsheathed sharp sword, so radiant that one dared not look directly.

"This... this is impossible... how are you so strong?" Ye Wudao struggled to prop himself up, his face full of disbelief.

His gray beard was covered in blood, and his previously dignified face now seemed exceptionally aged.

The whole place was silent; even if a pin dropped, it could be heard.

Everyone looked at the young man in the center like he was a monster, their eyes full of shock and awe.