Waves of Genesis Qi violently swept out from Yuan Hong’s body like a storm, stirring the mist on the entire mountain peak as a dreadful pressure spread.

Under this Genesis Qi pressure, Zhou Yuan’s expression gradually turned solemn. From the pressure alone, he could tell that Yuan Hong was nothing like the likes of Wu Hai and the rest from before.

Behind them, Han Yu had already withdrawn long ago, fear covering her entire face. All her courage had already been scattered, not that she was prepared to fight Yuan Hong either. Hence, it was clearly impossible to expect any help from her.

The pressure surged in all directions in a spectacular manner. However, it failed to even crack Zhou Yuan’s courage, and instead caused burning battle intent to rise in his eyes.

His hands slowly tightened around the Heavenly Yuan Brush, a buzzing noise emerging as it swayed slightly.

He had suffered untold hardships, and trained tirelessly for a year to finally reach this place. All he needed now was one final step to become the chief disciple of Saint...