644 Dominating a Martial Arts Grandmaster Part 1 (1/2)

The terrifying aura had only just been released and had not yet been able to suppress Mo Wen's power when it was suddenly swept back. In an instant, it was as though nothing had happened.

Bu Xingyi's facial expression showed his fury. One of the veins on his temple throbbed in anger.

He had just discovered that there was actually a formless power in this world that was able to suppress his attacks with ease. His rich cultivation could not be unleashed at all. In the face of such opposition, he could only barely manage to maintain his cultivation at the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir realm. A dignified Martial Arts Grandmaster like him had such astonishing cultivation, but right now, he was only left with a tenth of his power.

For a strong practitioner, this situation was very depressing. He was full of power, yet he couldn't use it. It was as though a millionaire had become a pauper in an instant.

Bu Xingyi was now in a very unenviable position. He about to attack Mo Wen, yet his cultivation had dropped to the intermediate stage of the Elixir realm suddenly. How could he attack this youth with only 10% of his ability left?

Bu Xingyi was enraged. He stood still although his facial expression kept shifting. He glared at Mo Wen, but as time passed, no attack came.

Mo Wen chuckled while staring at Bu Xingyi, who was still wearing a puzzled expression. Mo Wen more or less understood what was happening.

This space indeed had a mysterious force that suppressed the ancient martial art practitioners' cultivation. However, it only affected those ancient martial art practitioners who had cultivation that went over the set limit of this space. In other words, this space had an invisible law that stipulated the maximum cultivation that ancient martial art practitioners could have. Once one's cultivation exceeded the limit, their power would be suppressed by the force in the space.

Mo Wen could sense that Bu Xingyi's aura right now was merely equivalent to that of an ancient martial art practitioner at the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir realm. The quality of Bu Xingyi's Inner Qi was far better than the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir realm but other than that, there was little difference.

Combining all his strengths, Mo Wen's cultivation prior to this was at most equivalent to the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir realm. However, when he had been in that mysterious galaxy, Mo Wen had been showered with divine light. The three divine techniques that he had then practiced had gradually harmonized, indirectly causing his Inner Qi cultivation to step up. His cultivation now showed vague signs of being at the later stage of the Golden Elixir realm.

Therefore, Mo Wen could sense that there was a force in this space suppressing his cultivation. It was likely that the upper limit for the cultivation in this space was the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir realm. His cultivation slightly surpassed this stage, so he felt some pressure. However, since his cultivation didn't significantly exceed the limit, the pressure he felt was comparably small.

Jin Ying didn't feel the suppressing force because her cultivation was at the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir realm. Her level of cultivation was lower than that of Gong Zhangyan. Since her cultivation didn't reach the upper limit of the space, she would not be affected by the mysterious force.

”Old b*stard, are you dumbfounded?” Mo Wen said with a cold smile. ”A phoenix which has lost its feathers is inferior to a chicken. I would like to see how you can act in such an arrogant manner.” Mo Wen said with a cold smile.

Mo Wen's hands were behind his back and he viewed Bu Xingyi with condescension. The look he gave was practically a blatant provocation.

Normally, if he had encountered such a Martial Arts Grandmaster, Mo Wen would have run for his life. But now, with the suppression of the mysterious power, Bu Xingyi's cultivation was no longer more powerful than his own. Mo Wen did not need to fear him anymore.

”Brat, what did you say?” Bu Xingyi's face was sullen, his expression utterly terrifying. At this moment, Mo Wen provoking him was practically adding oil to the fire. A callow little b*st*rd was actually daring to humiliate a Martial Arts Grandmaster like him.

”I said you are even lower than a chicken,” Mo Wen said nonchalantly.

Jin Ying stood at one side as she stared open-mouthed at the scene in front of her. She had believed that something would happen to Mo Wen as he was chased by a Martial Arts Grandmaster. She had been somewhat worried. But right now, the situation had completely turned on its head. A scene that she never imagined appeared before her.

Bu Xingyi's bizarre embarrassed expression made her want to laugh uncontrollably.

She finally understood what Mo Wen had said earlier about cultivation being suppressed by a mysterious power. From the looks of it now, this space indeed had a power that suppressed the cultivation of ancient martial art practitioners. However, her cultivation was too low, not having reached the upper limit of the space.

Jin Ying was intelligent beyond compare. After thinking about it, she couldn't help but laugh. Bu Xingyi was very unfortunate. A dignified Martial Arts Grandmaster had just appeared and immediately had stepped into a deeply embarrassing situation.

Jin Ying knew that in a situation where Mo Wen faced an ordinary ancient martial arts practitioner with the same level of cultivation as him, he would easily be more powerful than his opponent. Even if Bu Xingyi was a Martial Arts Grandmaster, with his cultivation suppressed down to the intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm, he would most likely not be a match for Mo Wen.

”You are looking to die!” Bu Xingyi was a dignified Martial Arts Grandmaster, the Ming Temple's third Sect Grand Elder. How could he stand being humiliated by a callow youth? Enraged, he did not care whether he held an advantage or not. His silhouette moved quickly towards Mo Wen.

Bu Xingyi believed that as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, Mo Wen would not be able to match his power even if his abilities were suppressed. Bu Xingyi was confident that an ordinary intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm practitioner could not compare with him. After all, he was a Martial Arts Grandmaster. The quality of his Inner Qi and the martial arts teachings he had learned made him vastly superior to an ancient martial arts practitioner of the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir realm.

Since the upper limit for cultivation in this space was the intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm, it was also impossible for Mo Wen's cultivation to surpass that limit. He did not believe that Mo Wen had the ability to exchange blows with him.

”Old b*stard, now is the time for me to repay you for chasing and trying to kill me.” Mo Wen coldly laughed. He took a step forward. Bu Xingyi was dashing towards him with a palm strike ready and Mo Wen responded with the same tactic. The power of their palm strikes collided. Mo Wen's figure only shook slightly, but Bu Xingyi was sent back a step.