The Supreme Wild Young Master Chapter 662: The Final Battle (Below)_1

In Huaxia, within a vast expanse of a certain village, a critical confrontation was unfolding.

A formidable group, including Blood Soul, Jun Wuhen, Qiu Yun, and Old Man Gui, closed in on Xi Jue, forming a tight siege.

Xi Jue, sensing the suffocating aura closing in, merely smirked. Rather than retreating, he thrust himself forward, directly confronting Old Man Gui’s onslaught.

"Bang..."

The collision of fists produced a dull thud.

"Puh..."

Absorbing Xi Jue’s punch head-on, Old Man Gui felt a violent shock ripple through his body. He was propelled backward, a spray of blood erupting from his mouth.

"Bang..."

Simultaneously, the combined attacks from Blood Soul and the others struck Xi Jue.

However, among them, only Old Man Gui had attained the Legendary Realm. The rest were Grandmasters, and some were even Innate Realm experts. Their combined assault inflicted negligible damage on Xi Jue.

"You are no match for me."

Xi Jue let out a low chuckle and turned his attention to Blood Soul, dispatching him with a single, effortless punch.

His gaze then shifted to Mickey and the rest, his attacks employing a simple yet devastating brute force.

Facing such an overwhelming power disparity, Mickey, Amond, and the others were swiftly overpowered. They were sent flying after merely a single exchange of blows.

"Zhang Xian..."

Not far away, Zi Yu rushed to Zhang Xian’s side. She carefully lifted him and channeled her Innate True Qi into him, pleading, "Hold on, you must endure. Lingxiao Island cannot afford to lose you."

Zhang Xian’s eyes remained tightly shut, his breathing shallow and faint, showing no sign of response.

Yet, as Zi Yu’s Innate True Qi coursed through his system, his body reacted unexpectedly. A potent surge of Spiritual Energy erupted from his Dantian, coursing through his limbs like refreshing dew. His existing injuries began to mend at an astonishing rate. Within a mere ten seconds, his internal wounds were completely healed.

"Damn it..."

Abruptly, Zhang Xian's eyes snapped open.

"Zhang Xian..."

Witnessing Zhang Xian's sudden awakening and visibly improved condition, Zi Yu expressed a mixture of surprise and elation.

"Uh, Senior Sister, are you safe?"

Upon seeing Zi Yu, Zhang Xian quickly sat up and inquired, "That scoundrel Xi Jue… he didn’t harm you, did he?"

"I am unharmed." Zi Yu shook her head. "But what about you? Why did you come here?"

"How could I possibly not come?"

Zhang Xian replied, "Xi Jue took you because of me. If I didn’t show up, wouldn’t that be utterly unconscionable?"

Zi Yu responded, "But you can’t possibly defeat him! Coming here is akin to courting death. You were almost killed just moments ago. Are you still trying to show off?"

"Well, I’m still alive, aren’t I? That old coot couldn’t finish me off." Zhang Xian chuckled.

Just moments ago, he had felt the medicinal power within his body surge. At that instant, profound changes were occurring throughout his being. Radiant Spiritual Energy pulsed within him, incessantly fortifying his physical form. Within his Dantian, it felt as though an explosion was imminent, with a multitude of Spiritual Energy rapidly swirling like a vortex, growing ever more concentrated with each rotation.

He was, at this very moment, on the cusp of a breakthrough.

Once he transcended this barrier, Xi Jue would be nothing more than insignificant prey.

"Bang..."

At a precise instant, a faint explosive sound echoed through the air.

The Spiritual Energy that had been in constant rotation within Zhang Xian’s Dantian suddenly condensed into a cohesive vortex. All surrounding spiritual energy rapidly flowed into this vortex, transforming at an accelerated pace into Spiritual Origin.

This signified that he had successfully entered the Spiritual Origin Realm, truly crossing the threshold into the path of cultivation.

"So this is the sensation of the Spiritual Origin Realm..." Zhang Xian slowly embraced the new feeling.

He perceived himself as fundamentally transformed, with every discernible detail of his surroundings appearing sharper and more vivid than before.

"What happened to you?"

Observing Zhang Xian’s momentarily dazed expression, Zi Yu feared something was amiss. "You… you weren’t punched silly by Xi Jue, were you?"

"How could that possibly be the case?"

Zhang Xian sprang to his feet and declared, "Senior Sister, step aside. I’m going to settle things with that old bastard Xi Jue."

Zi Yu asked with surprise, "You’re going to fight him?"

"Rest assured, my current strength far surpasses what it was before. Taking down Xi Jue will be a trivial matter." Zhang Xian stated, then moved purposefully towards Xi Jue.

Having ascended to the Spiritual Origin Realm, his power had experienced an exponential increase. Even a martial artist from the Legendary realm would be no match for him, let alone Xi Jue with his exceptional, though ultimately insufficient, abilities.

Martial artists and cultivators exist on fundamentally distinct planes; the chasm between them is as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.

"Eh..."

Not far off, Old Man Gui and the others lay severely wounded, their lives hanging by a thread.

Just as Xi Jue was about to deliver the final blow, he noticed Zhang Xian approaching and froze in astonishment.