The void sword intent trembled, and the sword chimed continuously. Everyone’s gaze involuntarily converged on Ye Chu. Some admired Ye Chu’s strength, while others scoffed at his ignorance of his own limitations.
After all, standing before him was a King. The gap between the Xuan Yuan realm and the Xuan Ming realm was like a chasm, impossible for the other to cross.
His toes tapped, and his entire body shot forward like an unsheathed sword, swift as the wind’s howl. His fingers condensed terrifying power, which surged forth from within him, transforming into sword light held in Ye Chu’s hand. With one sword strike, it pierced the sky like a rainbow crossing the sun.
Wang Fang stamped his foot hard on the ground. Several earth spikes shot directly from the ground, rotating with the pure energy he had infused into them, exploding outward to suppress his opponent, a sight that made one’s heart leap with fear.
The rotating earth spikes, amidst their howling, sliced through the void and clashed without hesitation against the sword light condensed from Ye Chu’s spiritual energy. The earth spikes shattered, turning into gravel that swept outward. The surrounding vegetation was severed at the waist. The shooting gravel produced whistling sounds as it broke the air. Ye Chu was forced back several steps by the shock. His figure shot away to avoid the flying debris.
Wang Fang’s single strike forced Ye Chu back. His figure flashed quickly, and the power in his hand transformed into a long blade, slashing directly at Ye Chu’s waist with domineering speed and ferocity.
Ye Chu’s expression changed. His feet tapped fiercely, and he shot forward with Instant Wind, transforming into a wind howl to dodge directly. The long blade slashed down where Ye Chu had been standing, and the earth split open with a massive crack. The chasm was terrifying to behold. Wang Fang stepped before the crack, turning to pursue, but Ye Chu seized this opportunity. The Breathless Sword shot forth, and the sword light condensed with sword intent also flew out, aiming directly at the opponent’s lower body.
“Despicable!” Wang Fang cursed. Looking at the sword light, swift as a wind howl and carrying infinite sharpness, he swept his left leg out, clashing directly. He raised his arm to shield his forehead, blocking Ye Chu’s Breathless Sword. Yet his figure was also forced back several steps by the shock. His body moved with each step, leaving deep footprints, as the power on him was constantly dissipated.
Wang Fang stood still, his pupils contracting sharply as he stared fixedly at Ye Chu. This youth before him was indeed formidable beyond his expectations. His strength was profound, his attacks sharp, and his sword intent brilliantly exposed.
For an ordinary Xuan Yuan realm cultivator, even one who had reached the peak, defeating a Xuan Ming realm opponent would be effortless. Take Wei Tu, for instance. Despite his considerable reputation, Wang Fang could defeat him in just a few moves.
Yet this youth before him could withstand him. Although he relied on speed and cleverness, this was also a display of strength. He stared straight at Ye Chu, his expression cold and serious. He knew the youth before him was absolutely an elite cultivated by Qingmi Mountain.
Others might not know that the Green Mountain Sect was a branch of Qingmi Mountain, but he knew very well. If Qingmi Mountain had disciples like this, they might become a formidable rival to the ancestral lands. He was to walk the Path of Heaven’s Pride, and he might encounter the Ancestral Son. Perhaps, at that time, there would be a fierce battle between dragons and tigers.
“To have one less opponent for the Ancestral Son, I shall kill you today!”
The opponent’s voice roared out, exploding with sound. As his voice stirred violently, a terrifying storm surged forth. Power transformed into bone spears, carrying terrifying fluctuations of force, sweeping directly towards Ye Chu.
Ye Chu resisted with sword intent, compressing the surrounding air, transforming it into sword light that spread out in ripples, shaking directly outward. It clashed with the opponent’s bone spears.
“Bang…”
The energy spread out. The bone spears and sword light shattered directly. Ye Chu’s arms trembled. Yet his figure did not hesitate. He surged forward again, attacking the opponent directly.
Ye Chu’s feet stepped upon the Great Emperor technique. His entire body radiated sword light, his form straight as a pole. A sharp and brilliant aura erupted from him. His body shone with light in all directions. Power surged to the extreme, bursting forth, sharp as a supreme sword freshly honed.
Everyone watched Ye Chu, feeling their hearts leap with fear. Although the fights involving Ye Jingyun and the two sides of Yang Hui and Yang Ning were also intense, compared to this, they were far inferior.
Looking at Ye Chu, who resembled a sharp sword, everyone felt their hearts leap with fear. They felt this youth was overwhelmingly powerful to an unparalleled degree.
“He truly can battle a King. Having fought to this point, they have already exchanged ten rounds.”
“He is only in the Xuan Ming realm. If he reaches the Xuan Yuan realm, would he not be…”
“Where did this fellow come from? With such strength, he is more than qualified to venture deeper into the Path of Heaven’s Pride. Why would he be interested in fighting his way here? Could it be that the resources of the outer world are worth the attention of such a person?”
“…”
Everyone discussed amongst themselves, all watching Ye Chu. Feeling Ye Chu’s formidable power, a group of people involuntarily stepped back several paces.
“The dignity of a King is not something you can provoke. Today, I shall show you what a true King is!” Wang Fang roared. His aura shook, and all the spiritual energy within him surged out, transforming in his hand into an extremely domineering light. The light condensed and struck towards Ye Chu with power sufficient to easily annihilate a Xuan Ming realm cultivator.
“Who are you trying to frighten? Do you think I have never fought a King before?” Ye Chu snorted. His arms moved, likewise unleashing terrifying power. Yet his expression remained serious. A King’s strength was not something he could underestimate.
The power that surged from Wang Fang’s body like a tide transformed into massive bone thorns, brilliant with light, sweeping outward. Carrying terrifying force, they shot with extreme sharpness towards Ye Chu’s vital points, each strike swift and fierce.
Ye Chu’s figure flashed quickly, resisting with his own power. Deafening sounds spread continuously through the void. Ye Chu, relying on Instant Wind and his full strength, managed to block and evade, but he was often shaken until his blood and energy churned.
Yet Ye Chu did not resort to secret techniques because of this. Instead, his sword intent grew sharper, constantly surging forward, clashing fiercely with the opponent.
“Boom…”
Ye Chu was once again forced to fly back several steps. The sword intent and defensive aura around him grew thicker. Ye Chu’s fingers tapped, using the opponent’s aura to temper himself, growing braver with each clash.
Watching Ye Chu, who kept surging forward, Wang Fang’s expression turned cold and gloomy. Although the youth before him had not been shaken until his blood and energy churned, he grew braver with each fight. His aura became increasingly full and sharp. He was truly using Wang Fang as a whetstone for cultivation.
This made Wang Fang’s expression cold and gloomy. Various powers constantly shot out. Fierce and powerful surges of force erupted continuously. Amidst his roars, bone thorns trailed shadows of bone, overwhelmingly powerful.
Ye Chu relied on Instant Wind, narrowly avoiding each attack, but occasionally he would still be struck. Several bloody marks were left on his arms.
This was an intense battle. The ground was left in a mess. Energy swept outward, and waves of force danced. The centre of their fight had become a forbidden zone.
Ye Chu fought while spitting blood, yet he grew braver with each clash. Sword intent surged continuously. Sword light danced, faintly possessing the majesty to bury the void, the sharpness to seize the Breathless Sword, and the intricate, sharp beauty of blossoms, even carrying a hint of demonic strangeness.
Various auras shifted and changed. Ye Chu grew braver with each fight, surging forth. His entire form truly seemed to transform into a sword. Zhu Fengcheng and the others watched, each one already frozen in place, staring as Ye Chu’s sharp brilliance was fully displayed.