Chapter 35: Garuda!

"Save your pointless talk. If you really have any skill, show it now."
"Don’t be like your useless master, always spouting empty words!"
Bai Feiyu adopted a provocative stance.

At this moment, facing the three opponents, Bai Feiyu felt a trace of pressure. Indeed, their cultivation and combat power were nothing like those weaklings from the minor sects he’d faced before.

But that only made things more interesting...

With a faint smile, Bai Feiyu fixed his eagle-like gaze on the three inner disciples before him. So what if they were from the inner sect? They were just a bunch of nobodies who’d joined the sect a little earlier than he did. Even if ten thousand of their kind came at him, Bai Feiyu would not be afraid!

"Weren’t you just using the Garuda Fist earlier?" Bai Feiyu sheathed his sword and regarded the strongest among the three.
"Now, let me show you what the Garuda Fist truly is!"

With a furious roar, Bai Feiyu unleashed an aura of fierce wind. In an instant, golden light blazed forth—a radiance like the very light of Buddha, as if Garuda himself had descended into the world.

This was the highest level of the Garuda Fist: the Legendary Garuda Realm!

Seeing Bai Feiyu successfully execute the Garuda Fist—and at the very realm he’d always dreamed of—the strongest inner disciple was utterly stunned, his very worldview shattered in that moment.

He could never have imagined that this junior, who had only recently entered the inner sect, had already mastered the Garuda Fist’s ultimate realm!

He himself had only received permission to learn the Garuda Fist from the sect master after countless efforts and hardships, and had cultivated it for many years to reach his current level.
But as for stepping into the realm of legend, the Garuda Realm, he had never dared to hope. It was simply too difficult—a state only found in the ancient records, a state no one in the history of the Return to the Void Sect had ever attained.

And now, this young man had achieved it. The shock in his heart was beyond compare.

What a prodigy this youth was.

Realizing this, the inner disciple knew they could not simply let this boy walk away today. If the chance presented itself, they had to create the perfect scene for an “accidental death during training.”

This youth’s potential was far greater than they had imagined. If they let him go, next time, there would be no stopping him—it would truly be letting a tiger return to the mountains.

"Kill him!" the inner disciple roared, and the three figures lunged forward once again, each unleashing their own techniques upon Bai Feiyu.

With a thunderous crash, Bai Feiyu met them head-on with the Garuda Fist, cutting down gods and buddhas alike, unstoppable and overwhelming.
In a matter of moments, the three were sent flying by Bai Feiyu’s onslaught. After a tense and fierce battle, all three fell before his might.

After dealing with his opponents, Bai Feiyu let out a cold snort.

Hearing this, Chen Xuan and the others shrank back in fear, their necks drawing in like startled turtles.
In this instant, they truly understood the terror that was Bai Feiyu—he was nothing like an ordinary new inner disciple.

To be honest, they were now certain: Bai Feiyu was qualified to challenge Li Zikun.

They had never expected their junior to be so formidable. He was surely the greatest dark horse of the year.

"Chen Xuan, I never thought you’d be so pathetic," Bai Feiyu said with mockery.
"Not only did you lose yourself, but even the people you brought with you turned out to be weaklings—they couldn’t beat me either."
"Is that what you call the law of mediocrity—birds of a feather flock together?"

He looked at Chen Xuan with amusement.

At this moment, Bai Feiyu had no intention of letting bygones be bygones. He knew that if he offered to settle things, these people would only think he was afraid, and keep provoking him—only to be beaten again.

"Bai Feiyu, we admit it, you are indeed strong," one of the inner disciples said.
"But behind us, it’s not just us—we have the Alliance!"
"Let us go, or our Alliance will not let you off lightly!"

There was genuine confidence in the inner disciple’s words. After all, Chen Xuan still held considerable status in the Alliance—not because of his strength, but because he was the Grand Elder’s grandson. If Bai Feiyu dared to lay a hand on them, next time, the Alliance itself would come to seek revenge.

"Yes, you’d better let us go, or—ow!" Chen Xuan cried out.

"Or what? At a time like this, you still dare shout at me?"

Bai Feiyu kicked him hard, sending him sprawling, and said coldly,
"You came here to rob me today. Now, take out everything of value you have on you."

"Don’t make me do it myself. This place is remote—no other disciples pass through here. If I lose my temper and kill you... with my talent, what sect wouldn’t take me in? What sect wouldn’t protect me with everything they have?"

These final words were the real threat. In an instant, Chen Xuan and the others felt death looming over them.

This youth was terrifying—making an enemy of him was utter folly.

"Junior Brother Chen, hurry up and pay him. And Brother Feiyu, we were reckless this time. From now on, we won’t trouble you again—not even the Alliance behind us will."

"We truly apologize for today!"

The strongest inner disciple’s expression changed, and he hurried to speak humbly.

"Senior Brother, what are you doing? I don’t believe he really dares to kill the Grand Elder’s grandson!" Chen Xuan protested, unwilling to back down. How could his ally lose heart so easily?

"Young Master Chen, can’t you see the situation we’re in?"
"If you keep talking tough, do you really think you’ll survive? Do you?"

"What Bai Feiyu said is true. If he kills us and escapes, by the time the sect discovers anything, it’ll take time to find the culprit. By then, Bai Feiyu will have already joined another sect."

"With his talent, any sect would do everything to nurture him. By then, we’ll have died for nothing."

"Some people can be intimidated by the Alliance, but some prodigies simply can’t. All we can do is beg for mercy!"

The inner disciple shot Chen Xuan a look full of regret for ever helping him.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan’s face went deathly pale. Gritting his teeth, he reluctantly handed over his storage pouch.

Bai Feiyu took it without hesitation and began rifling through its contents. Anything of use—spirit stones, cultivation resources, even cultivation techniques—he seized without mercy.

Not even the other inner disciples were spared; Bai Feiyu searched them all thoroughly before finally allowing them to leave.