Pressuring Two

The Dragon God Physique and Sword Body, though inferior to the world's Ten Supreme Physiques, would still be a considerable boost to Ye Ming if he could devour them both.

These two were clearly delivering benefits straight to his doorstep—perfect timing, as Ye Ming also wanted to see just how strong his Primordial Demonic Body was against the current generation's prodigies.

In his earlier fight with Liu Mingyue, he had never used his full strength.

As for why he said he was only using one hand—that was because, at this moment, Ye Ming still had the Saintess Liu Mingyue slung over his shoulder.

"Don't move!"

Smack!

Right in front of Long Hao, the lovestruck simp, and the crowd of cultivators, Ye Ming slapped Liu Mingyue's shapely rear once more...

"Kill!"

Boom!

Long Hao's eyes were now bloodshot, sworn to slay Ye Ming. A violent killing intent surged from his body, accompanied by the roar of a dragon that shattered the nine heavens.

His strength at the Fourth Heaven of the Dao Palace Realm was even a layer higher than Liu Mingyue's previous cultivation. Truly worthy of the Ten Directions Sacred Hall's Holy Son.

As his aura erupted, it instantly shocked the surroundings.

"Hiss! The Fourth Heaven of the Dao Realm—isn't that the very peak even among the current generation's prodigies?" an elder from the older generation exclaimed in shock.

The Dao Palace—where all spiritual power in the body converges and condenses within the palace. Reaching this level already meant stepping into the ranks of the powerful. Even many old-generation cultivators who had bitterly cultivated for centuries or millennia could hardly take this step.

Those worthy of being called prodigies all had the qualifications to contend on the Emperor's Path.

And now, Long Hao had already reached this level.

Boom!

Long Hao struck out. With one blow, a dragon claw materialized in the void—this was the innate divine ability of the Dragon God Physique. All his attacks could manifest as dragon shadows, immensely powerful.

This strike descended upon Ye Ming, its might unmatched. The void trembled violently, rippling endlessly.

Facing Long Hao's attack, Ye Ming's expression remained utterly calm.

"A mere parlor trick."

His voice dripped with disdain.

Boom!

Ye Ming punched out. Demonic Qi gathered, also transforming into a pitch-black demonic dragon that soared into the sky, churning through the sea of clouds. The heavens trembled violently.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The massive collision erupted with boundless waves of destruction. Above the nine heavens, the winds and clouds changed color, and thunderclaps surged.

Ye Ming stood firm in the sky, unmoving.

But Long Hao was forced back several steps, golden blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Golden light flickered in his eyes as he stood dazed, struggling to accept this.

At this moment, the countless cultivators watching were stunned.

"Hiss!"

"Such a powerful physical body!"

"This Imperial Son from the Primordial Forbidden Zone is eerily strong!"

Voices rose one after another.

Just as the onlookers were shocked by Ye Ming's overwhelming dominance—

Boom!

At that moment, another attack came at Ye Ming.

It was a sword light. Lin Jian was striking, appearing behind Ye Ming without warning and unleashing this lethal blow.

Sword radiance surged. Endless light and runes converged and roiled, like the Nine Heavens Sword River descending. The void shook, space shattered, and boundless sharpness tore through everything as it hurtled toward Ye Ming.

At this moment, several elders from the Azure Sky Dao Sect were stunned—they recognized the sword their Holy Son had just used.

"It's the Nine Heavens Sword River!"

"Haha! Our sect's Holy Son is truly a born Sword Body—he's even comprehended the Nine Heavens Sword River!!!"

"Hmph... With this sword out, this Imperial Son from the Forbidden Zone is sure to lose!"

Several Azure Sky Dao Sect elders laughed heartily. Only they knew that the Nine Heavens Sword River was their sect's supreme sword art. For endless ages, no one had been able to master it—but once achieved, it would make one invincible at the same cultivation level, with none able to contend.

Only now did they realize that Lin Jian had fully mastered this sword canon.

Above the heavens, Ye Ming's gaze was calm. Even while battling Long Hao, he had been keeping a close watch on this Lin Jian.

Feeling the boundless sharpness descending upon him.

"Heh, trying to ambush me from behind? That trick won't work on this Imperial Son."

Ye Ming sneered coldly. His blood began to boil, blood qi shattering the void, rumbling like thunder.

Ye Ming's physique was immensely powerful. Endless demonic flames ignited around him, warping space. Like a peerless demon god, his aura climbed higher and higher.

Clang!

A shocking scene appeared.

Endless sword light enveloped Ye Ming, yet it was blocked by boundless Demonic Flames, unable to shatter his body by even a fraction. This sight was too horrifying.

This was a full-powered sword strike from a heavenly prodigy, yet it could not even break through the defense of Ye Ming's physical body.

"Impossible!!!"

A shocked voice rang out. It was Lin Jian, his face cold and stern, clad in a green robe, his aura sharp and fierce. At this moment, his expression was frozen, stunned on the spot.

A natural Sword Body—this was an immensely powerful physique, no less than Long Hao's Dragon God Physique, and even surpassing it by some measure.

Since Lin Jian emerged into the world, the sword in his hand had defeated countless heavenly prodigies of the age, and few could withstand even a single strike from him.

But now, someone had not only blocked his sword strike but done so with pure physical strength alone.

At this moment, all the cultivators near Imperial Mountain were stunned in unison, as if witnessing an incomprehensible scene. What lay before them exceeded everyone's imagination and understanding.

"Speaking of which... what physique does this Imperial Son of the Primordial Forbidden Zone actually have? This is a bit terrifying, damn it!!!"

"No idea, I've never seen a physique like this. Among the Ten Supreme Physiques, there's none that matches him!"

"Long Hao and Lin Jian—these are two of the most powerful heavenly prodigies of the age. How did they still lose when fighting together?"

Voices of confusion and doubt rang out. Some were guessing Ye Ming's true physique, but even racking their brains, they couldn't figure it out.

Among the physiques ranked at the top of the Three Thousand Supreme Physiques, not a single one matched Ye Ming's.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this moment, the great battle was not yet over. Above the heavens, fluctuations continued to erupt.

"Weak, too weak!"

"Is this the strength of the age's heavenly prodigies?"

"If this is all there is, then how disappointing!"

It was Ye Ming, his voice laced with mockery. He was like a demon god incarnate, locked in combat with Long Hao and Lin Jian.

His black hair fluttered, and the blood throughout his body began to boil. His Blood Qi shattered the cosmos, rumbling like thunder with immense momentum. Standing in the void, at this moment, Ye Ming possessed a supreme bearing.

On Ye Ming's shoulder, he carried a delicate beauty—Liu Mingyue. Her figure was flawless, with curves that rose and fell in perfect proportion, her skin fairer than snow, her bones like ice and jade. But she had long been subdued by Ye Ming, unable to move a single inch.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Around Ye Ming, fierce Demonic Flames blazed. An incredibly terrifying surge of blood energy rose, illuminating the heavens and earth, shaking the firmament. He was single-handedly fighting against the combined assault of the two prodigies, Lin Jian and Long Hao.

In the nine heavens above, the winds and clouds changed color, thunder surged, and spiritual energy raged wildly. The battle between both sides had entered a white-hot stage. In a single breath, they could exchange thousands or even tens of thousands of strikes.

"Kill!"

Ye Ming bore an invincible posture. At this moment, the two heavenly prodigies were being suppressed by him, barely able to resist, retreating step by step.