Behind Zhang Yun, a pair of enormous, pale black flame wings appeared, and terrifyingly hot temperatures spread out, suddenly enveloping the sky in front of everyone!
"What...what is this? Flame wings?"
"Strange flames turned into wings, am I seeing a ghost?"
"And what exactly is that flame? It's black, and so violently hot. It seems to be affecting the flow of my blood and spiritual energy!"
Everyone's eyes were filled with shock and astonishment!
The eerie fiery wings that sprouted from Zhang Yun's back seemed to turn anyone who touched them to ashes, completely shattering the worldview of the disciples. It was utterly astonishing and chilling.
Yun Mengdie's face was also deathly pale. Today, Zhang Yun's "surprises" to her had been coming one after another, and now she couldn't help but feel horrified.
She suddenly realized that she could no longer see through Zhang Yun.
"If I could control this flame..."
Zhang Zigu was no less shocked than the others, but his first thought was to forcefully seize the flames from Zhang Yun, as if there was nothing in this world that he could not obtain.
Those who oppose him will ultimately face destruction.
"Zhang Zigu, give up. You can't kill me anyway," Zhang Yun said calmly, but a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
In their first encounter, he didn't use his full strength, just to get a general idea of Zhang Zigu's abilities.
As he said, if the two were in the same situation, Zhang Zigu would be like a dog in his eyes.
Even if we use all our trump cards now, it's not impossible to defeat them.
However, even if Zhang Yun were to win, it would likely be a Pyrrhic victory. Given that, there was no need for Zhang Yun to fight Zhang Zigu to the death.
Once his cultivation reaches the Chakra Realm, what is Zhang Zigu to him?
"In the creed of the strong, there is only war, while the weak only think about how to hide, trap, and evade."
Zhang Zigu said coldly, his voice filled with contempt and disdain for Zhang Yun.
As long as Zhang Yun is provoked and comes down to fight him, he will not hesitate to use his trump cards to completely annihilate him and seize that strange fire.
"Provocation won't work on me," Zhang Yun said calmly. "But don't say I'm not giving you a chance. Two months from now, we'll have a fair fight on the Heavenly Pride Stage, and life or death will be up to fate!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely not fly when the time comes," Zhang Yun said in a deep and resonant voice.
Since Zhang Zigu wants to play, he will definitely play along to the end.
Two months is enough.
This is insane!
When the disciples present looked at Zhang Yun again, it was as if they were looking at a madman.
Zhang Yun's strength and talent are quite good, but his cultivation level is only at the sixth level of Body Refinement.
In contrast, Zhang Zigu's cultivation had already reached the late stage of the Meridian Wheel Realm, making him invincible among those in the same realm.
Let alone two months, even if Zhang Yun were given two years, he would never be a match for Zhang Zigu.
Just because you, Zhang Yun, are making progress, Zhang Zigu's cultivation will not lag behind either.
Zhang Yun, as mad as he is, even offered not to use his flying skills, disregarding life and death, and confidently believed he could win, behaving as absurdly as a madman.
"Two months from now, at the Heavenly Pride Platform, I'll be waiting for you."
Zhang Zigu's eyes flickered slightly, and a cold, poppy-like smile slowly bloomed on his lips.
In just two months, it would be a huge challenge for Zhang Yun to break through to the Chakra Realm, let alone catch up with him.
It is important to understand that every major realm will encounter a bottleneck when it comes to breaking through. Putting aside talent and comprehension, it is impossible to break through if there is not enough opportunity.
In this world, the vast majority of mediocre cultivators are trapped in bottlenecks their entire lives.
For all these reasons, Zhang Yun's desire to defeat him was simply wishful thinking and a pipe dream.
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Chapter 41 Ye Qianzhi Emerges from Seclusion
As the crowd gradually dispersed, a figure in a black robe appeared and disappeared in the shadows.
"I never expected that Zhang Yun's strength and talent would be even more monstrous than I imagined. If he is allowed to grow, it would be no problem for him to rank among the top five on the Prodigy Ranking."
"This child has excellent talent, but his temperament is too impetuous. He needs more tempering." Another voice quietly rang out.
"However, I am quite curious whether Zhang Yun will dare to show himself two months from now, if he is not absolutely certain," the black-robed figure said with a faint smile.
Immediately, the two figures vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.
Looking at the overgrown, desolate courtyard before him, Zhang Yun couldn't help but sigh softly.
"If only I had someone to help me, it would save me a lot of time."
"Young master, Qianzhi can handle these tasks that the servants need to do."
A clear and melodious laugh drifted over, like a nightingale singing in a valley, making Zhang Yun's dark eyes light up, and he turned around abruptly.
"Qianzhi, you've emerged from seclusion?" Zhang Yun's face was full of joy, his smile as warm as a spring breeze.
"Yes, as soon as Qianzhi came out of seclusion, she heard that the young master was already an elite disciple of the inner sect. After inquiring about it, she rushed over immediately."