Saint Spirit Body

Pfft!

The white moonlight he had pursued bitterly for years was lying in another man's arms, being toyed with, her face full of enjoyment.

Seeing this scene, Chu Yan spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale, and his body trembled.

"No... it can't be like this!"

He was dazed, having suffered an immense blow.

No man could bear such a sight, let alone a proud prodigy like Chu Yan.

At this moment, his hatred for Ye Ming reached its peak. If it had merely been hatred before, then now it was a fight to the death.

"You good-for-nothing, do you dare fight me!"

Chu Yan let out an enraged roar, murderous intent surging wildly in his eyes. His powerful aura made the surrounding void tremble; Spiritual Power rose around him, his bearing overwhelming.

He stared at Ye Ming and issued his challenge. All his plans had become utterly insignificant.

At this moment, he cared about nothing else. He wanted to kill Ye Ming and tear him into ten thousand pieces.

"Hehe... what the hell are you? With your status, you were never worthy of fighting This Imperial Son!"

"However, today, I'll give you that chance!"

Ye Ming stood atop the War Chariot, sneering.

At this moment, countless cultivators and prodigies had already gathered within Barren City.

Suddenly, a piece of news spread, drawing the attention of countless people.

"Chu Yan of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land is going to fight the Imperial Son of the Primordial Forbidden Zone. Hurry and watch!"

"What? They're going to fight? I heard that the Holy Son of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land has condensed Five Strands of Immortal Qi."

"That's right. Unless something unexpected happens, Chu Yan will surely be one of the strongest prodigies of this age. That Imperial Son definitely won't be his match."

At this moment, all of Barren City was completely abuzz. Before the Supreme Secret Realm had even opened, people were already fighting.

One side was the Holy Son of a top force in the world.

The other had an even more formidable background—the Imperial Son of the Primordial Forbidden Zone, the world's most taboo force.

These two great forces were existences countless cultivators could only look up to.

At this moment, quite a few prodigies were heading over simply to watch the show.

However, in their eyes, most young prodigies believed that Chu Yan, the Holy Son of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land, would hold the upper hand in this battle.

After all, condensing Five Strands of Immortal Qi in the Dao Palace Realm, coupled with cultivation at the sixth level of the Dao Palace Realm, was enough to stand proudly above the masses even in the Battle of Prodigies of this generation.

Most prodigies' impression of Ye Ming remained stuck at the good-for-nothing stage. The Divine Bridge Realm—although he had previously slain the Dragon God Physique and Sword Body, compared to a truly invincible prodigy like Chu Yan, he was still inferior by countless leagues...

As time passed, more and more people gathered, most of them young prodigies looking up at the two figures in the heavens.

"So that's Chu Yan, the Holy Son of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land? His presence truly is majestic!"

"Of course. A prodigy with Five Strands of Immortal Qi is rare even throughout the entire Mystic Heaven Immortal Domain."

"Hmph, so what if one's faction is powerful? This is now the Golden Age. If one lacks strength, one will ultimately be swallowed by the torrent of this era!"

Voices from the onlookers rose one after another. Most prodigies did not think highly of Ye Ming. Some were even jealous that he possessed such an identity yet had been a good-for-nothing for so many years, and they mocked him with cold sarcasm...

Above the heavens.

Tall and slender, with handsome features and skin as crystalline as jade, Chu Yan wore a black robe. Compared to before, this Holy Son's temperament had changed drastically.

Half the radiance around him was holy, stemming from his Saint Spirit Body.

Yet strangely, the other half of his body was shrouded in endless black mist, incomparably eerie.

His pitch-black pupils glimmered with bloody light, sharp and intimidating. With his aura erupting casually, the surrounding void trembled violently.

Most eye-catching of all was one of Chu Yan's arms, upon which numerous dark runes were branded. Billowing black mist emerged from it from time to time, giving others a heart-palpitating feeling.

"Today, I'll let you know that before me, aside from the title of Imperial Son, you are nothing!"

Chu Yan was incomparably arrogant, his gaze lofty and his voice cold as he looked down on Ye Ming.

"Mingyue, rest assured. I will prove that I am stronger than this good-for-nothing!"

Chu Yan continued speaking, then turned to look at Liu Mingyue beside him, his eyes filled with boundless affection.

Her skin was fairer than snow, her flesh like ice and bones like jade, her graceful figure suspended in the air. Yet at this moment, Liu Mingyue was utterly cold toward Chu Yan, treating him as if he did not exist. Her beautiful, watery eyes rested only upon Ye Ming, carrying a trace of worry.

"Be careful..."

Liu Mingyue's voice was gentle and pleasing as she spoke to Ye Ming. At this moment, Ye Ming's figure was the only one in her heart.

Pfft...

Chu Yan spat out another mouthful of blood, and his face turned several shades paler.

"Got it. Can't you see This Imperial Son is about to slaughter him? Go stand somewhere else!"

Ye Ming's impatient voice rang out. Women really are troublesome, always fussing over every little thing!

"I... I was only worried about you!"

A wronged look appeared on Liu Mingyue's lovely face. Her red lips parted slightly as she continued speaking to Ye Ming.

"Later, you need to watch out for his Saint Spirit Body, as well as the cultivation technique he practices... Oh, and his Flying Immortal Secret Canon has already been cultivated to..."

Having once been the Saintess of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land, Liu Mingyue naturally knew everything about the techniques, secret canons, and physique Chu Yan cultivated.

At this moment, she was telling Ye Ming every one of Chu Yan's secrets.

The Heavenly Demonic Heart-Capturing Technique controlled only Liu Mingyue's soul and had not affected her previous memories in the slightest.

"This is bad!!!"

"Oh no..."

"The Saintess, she..."

Several elders from the Flying Immortal Sacred Land who had accompanied Chu Yan here wore worried expressions on their aged faces. They had never expected Liu Mingyue to reveal all of Chu Yan's secrets.

The great battle was about to begin. If this continued...

"Mingyue... you..."

A heartbroken voice rang out.

At this moment, with every sentence Liu Mingyue spoke, Chu Yan's face paled another degree. His heart ached beyond measure, and he could not believe that the woman he had once loved would...

"Ye Ming..."

An enraged roar rang out, vast and thunderous. The surrounding void trembled violently beneath those sound waves. At this moment, Chu Yan turned his grief and fury into strength, gathering all his hatred upon Ye Ming.

The void trembled, and space shook.

At this moment, Chu Yan attacked. His posture was upright, valiant and imposing as he stood in the void, his entire body wreathed in holy radiance. The Saint Spirit Body manifested itself—an incomparably powerful physique capable of purifying all things in the world...