#457 - Break the rules? Crush them anyway! - Strengthen your offspring. All my descendants are big shots in the fairy world.

Chapter 457: Violating the Rules? Still Crushing!

Qin Qipeng watched the spirit feathers being batted back one by one, his gaze landing on the nine figures constantly flashing in the arena, a smile appearing on his face.

This guy does have some strength!

But… it’s still not enough!

Swish, swish, swish—

Figures landed around Qin Qipeng, blocking all of Qin Qipeng's dodging space.

Zong Liao revealed a confident smile: "Qin Qipeng, if you admit defeat now, you can suffer less. After all, you are the patriarch's adopted son. I can let you lose with a little dignity!"

He even believed that Qin Qipeng, as a human, obtaining the inheritance secret methods of the Kunpeng race was an insult to the Kunpeng race itself!

Qin Qipeng's expression remained calm, he flipped his hand to put away the feather fan, and said lightly: "Nine phantom spirits, is that a little too few?"

"What?"

Zong Liao was stunned. Before he could react, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the opposite side with a face full of shock.

Only to see Qin Qipeng's body suddenly surge with dazzling golden light, his figure becoming blurred and illusory, and afterimages窜 (cuàn - dart/leap out) out of his body.

One, two, three…

Successive figures flashed out, causing everyone present to show shock.

"Phantom spirits! Qipeng, this kid, actually comprehended this level!"

"There are already nine phantom spirits… and it’s still increasing!"

"Heavens, how long has it been? In half a year, Qipeng's comprehension of the Kunpeng secret method has actually surpassed Zong Liao, who has cultivated for nearly a thousand years!"

"Genius, freak! Could it be that this kid Qipeng is naturally destined for our Kunpeng race!"

Everyone in the arena was horrified.

Zong Qiling couldn't help but stand up from her seat, her face overflowing with surprise.

She had previously felt that Qin Qipeng was a rare genius, but she never expected that he would perform so well in cultivating the secret methods of the Kunpeng race!

In just half a year, he had already cultivated the Kunpeng race's secret methods to the profound realm of the third level!

Zong Ming's face was extremely ugly.

His son Zong Liao being able to conjure nine phantom spirit clones at this age was already amazing, but compared to Qin Qipeng, he was nothing!

Even a genius like Zong Jue couldn't compare!

At this moment in the arena, the golden light was brilliant. Zong Liao, who had just used phantom spirit clones to surround Qin Qipeng, had been surrounded by Qin Qipeng's phantom spirit clones. Golden afterimages were between illusion and reality, smiling non-smilingly, and attacking mercilessly.

Bang, bang, bang!

Zong Liao hurriedly responded in shock, but was unable to resist at all. Phantom spirit clones were shattered and exploded into golden powder flying all over the sky.

In terms of quantity alone, the clones conjured by Qin Qipeng reached a full thirty-six, four times that of Zong Liao!

Moreover, Qin Qipeng had a smile on his face at this moment, and he seemed to be handling the situation with ease. Everyone could see that this didn't seem to be his limit!

Not only that, but the quality of the phantom spirit clones conjured by Qin Qipeng was also much stronger than Zong Liao's. The moment the two sides exchanged blows, the difference was immediately revealed.

Everyone only saw the chaotic golden light flying in the arena and the phantom spirits constantly exploding into golden powder. The violent spiritual power shook the covering formation, causing it to constantly ripple.

Boom!

A huge roar stirred up dust all over the sky. In the end, when the dust dissipated, everyone only saw a huge pit appearing on the platform. Zong Liao was lying in the pit in a disheveled state, being suppressed by dozens of phantom spirit clones, unable to move. Qin Qipeng's main body was floating in the air with a calm expression, unscathed, indicating the victory of this battle.

"Good!"

Zong Jue laughed heartily, incomparably happy.

Zong Qiling also revealed a smile, her face full of gratification and amazement.

Her adopted son really didn't disappoint her, and was able to defeat Zong Liao with a crushing posture.

Zong Ming's face was extremely ugly. Looking at Zong Liao in the arena, he was both angry and distressed.

"Brother Zong Liao, how does it feel to be defeated by a human you look down on?"

Qin Qipeng slowly flew down and whispered.

Zong Liao's body trembled slightly, a look of shame and anger appeared on his face, his fists clenched tightly. Suddenly, a dazzling golden light burst out from his eyes, and his body suddenly surged with a palpitating demonic power.

His body rapidly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, instantly transforming into a huge golden Kunpeng covered in golden scales and feathers. With a flap of its wings, it instantly blew away the surrounding phantom spirits.

Qin Qipeng's expression changed slightly, and his figure retreated sharply.

And those phantom spirit clones he had conjured instantly turned into golden powder and exploded under such a huge demonic power.

"Qipeng!"

"Peng'er!"

"Liao'er, no!"

A series of exclamations came from around.

The rules had already been restricted, not allowing clansmen to transform into their true forms to fight, because this qualification battle was originally a test of the clansmen's talent and secret method comprehension. The improvement of the true form to strength was almost the same, and once the Kunpeng clan transformed into their true form, it would increase the desire to fight, making the battle more dangerous.

This was the clan's qualification battle, there was no need to fight to the death.

Moreover, this was even more unfair to Qin Qipeng.

Because he was a human, he didn't have this ability.

As one of the top ten royal clans, possessing the bloodline of divine beast descendants, once they transformed into their true form, whether it was body strength or the use of Kunpeng secret methods, they would be greatly improved.

Zong Liao, who had transformed into his true form at this moment, had lost some of his rationality. His eyes were full of murderous intent. For him, being crushed and defeated by a human was simply a great humiliation.

His huge Kunpeng body shot out like a sharp sword. Under the formation, everything was covered in golden light, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

Zong Qiling's expression changed drastically, and she instantly flashed out, rushing straight to the platform.

And the surrounding figures were chaotic, and figures窜 (cuàn - dart/leap out) into the arena.

The formation was opened, Zong Qiling put her hands together, and terrifying demonic power suddenly covered down, dispelling the golden light inside.

But when everyone saw the situation in the arena, they were immediately stunned.

Only to see Zong Liao, who had transformed into his true form, being ridden by Qin Qipeng, his whole body being tightly locked by a golden rope. A full ninety-nine phantom spirit clones were scattered everywhere, suppressing Zong Liao so that he could not move.

"This…"

Everyone looked at each other, revealing a horrified expression.

"This kid can actually conjure ninety-nine clones?"

"This seems to be the limit that the Rongxu realm can conjure, right? Zong Liao has transformed into his true form, but he was still defeated! This Qin Qipeng is too heaven-defying!"

"What kind of magic weapon is this golden rope that can lock Zong Liao so that he can't move… it seems to have the effect of suppressing demonic power!"

"A human kid can actually cultivate my Kunpeng clan's secret methods to such a realm, this is too heaven-defying!"

In the cave, the method-transmitting old ancestor on the rocking chair opened his eyes, revealing a smug smile.

What if he transforms into his true form, this little guy Qin Qipeng's talent is simply terrifying, it's just a pity, he's not a member of the Kunpeng clan, if he could also transform into the Kunpeng true form, then how terrifying would his strength be…

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