Ye Ming Battles Chu Yan

Covered in endless radiance, Chu Yan was like a War God. Within his eyes, Light Runes churned, his divine might unparalleled, his bearing heroic. He stood in the void, his long hair flowing, his aura immense.

With a raise of his hand, a colossal palm print appeared in the void, immense and boundless, obscuring the sky. It shone brilliantly, illuminating the surroundings. Sacred radiance gathered in his palm as he pressed down towards Ye Ming.

This strike was incredibly powerful. The endless void trembled and shook, as if unable to withstand such might and on the verge of shattering.

This scene shocked everyone present. Countless gazes were fixed upon them, feeling an immense pressure. To unleash such power in the Dao Palace Realm was truly rare.

"Is this the Saint Spirit Body? It truly is powerful!"

"Of course. The title of Flying Immortal Sacred Son is top-tier even among the Prodigies of this era. It's far beyond what the Dragon God Physique and Sword Physique can compare to!"

"I really don't know what the Saintess Mingyue sees in that Waste."

At this moment, a clamor erupted from the surroundings. Most of them were young Prodigies, astonished by Chu Yan's power, believing that Ye Ming was no match for Chu Yan's strength.

The Saint Spirit Body, with just its initial move, had already stunned everyone.

High above in the void, facing Chu Yan's strike, Ye Ming appeared utterly calm.

"A mere firefly dares to shine before this Imperial Son!"

His voice was indifferent. Ye Ming stood in the void, sneering.

His black robes billowed as an incredibly terrifying Blood Essence surged from Ye Ming's body. Endless Demonic Mist churned around him. His body was enveloped in brilliant Demonic Flames, like a Chaos Demonic God. His aura climbed steadily, his blood boiling, his Blood Qi shattering the Universe, rumbling like thunder.

Ye Ming attacked without needing to use any techniques. His Physique was too formidable; he only used the power of his physical body.

He threw out a punch, and the immense Power felt like it could shatter Heaven and Earth. The Demonic Flames erupting from within his body rolled out in all directions, their fiery light incredibly brilliant, illuminating the endless void. Space violently shook, as if it were about to be incinerated.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A deafening roar echoed from the sky. At the center of their clash, an enormous, pitch-black rift appeared.

The collision of this strike shattered space, and the ground shook. Many watching Prodigies lost their footing and nearly fell.

Dust rose and then settled as everyone watched the scene intently.

Ye Ming stood in the void, completely still, his expression utterly calm, as if he hadn't taken Chu Yan seriously at all.

BOOM!

Facing Ye Ming's attack, Chu Yan retreated. The sacred radiance that enveloped him dimmed slightly. His face turned pale, and he spat out blood, his eyes filled with a hint of confusion.

"Impossible!"

Chu Yan roared in a low voice, his eyes filled with shock.

His Saint Spirit Body had achieved some mastery, and few could compare to him in terms of physical strength. Yet, just now, he had felt an incredibly immense, blood-colored power, as if he were facing a young True Dragon.

"The Sacred Son's Saint Spirit Body was actually suppressed by the opponent???"

A voice rang out. It was an elder from the Flying Immortal Sacred Land, his eyes filled with contemplation.

They knew very well how powerful Chu Yan's Saint Spirit Body was. Protected by sacred light, it was impervious to all attacks, not inferior even to the pure-blooded Prodigies of the ancient royal clans.

Yet, at this moment, they saw the Saint Spirit Body being suppressed.

"What kind of Physique does the opponent have to be able to suppress the Saint Spirit Body?"

"Unheard of. Our Black and White Dao Academy has existed for countless years. We have some knowledge of even the Ten Supreme Physiques, but we've never seen this Imperial Son's Physique!"

Daoist Bai Xuan's aged eyes gazed at Ye Ming, trying to discern the secret of his Physique, but found that Ye Ming was shrouded in a Demonic Light, making him completely unreadable.

"Heh, it was just a preliminary exchange. He's merely in the Dao Realm First Heaven. I don't believe that with the Sacred Son's strength in the Dao Realm Sixth Heaven, he still wouldn't be his opponent!"

An elder from the Flying Immortal Sacred Land said dismissively, believing that Chu Yan had merely been caught off guard in their first exchange.

"That's right. The Sacred Son has condensed Five Strands of Immortal Qi. His true strength hasn't been unleashed yet. Once he truly attacks, the opponent will be no match for him!"

At this moment, several elders from the Flying Immortal Sacred Land were full of confidence in Chu Yan.

A Prodigy with Five Strands of Immortal Qi was enough to sweep aside all Prodigies in the world. In the history of their Flying Immortal Sacred Land, few had achieved what Chu Yan had.

Perhaps their words spurred Chu Yan on...

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

At this very moment, Chu Yan's aura grew, surpassing its previous level. His physical body was like jade, his hair crystal clear. His body erupted with boundless radiance, his gaze intensely bright, flowing with heart-palpitating sacred light that intertwined, forming runes that hovered around him, dazzlingly brilliant, more so than the scorching sun.

The void twisted and boiled.

At this moment, Chu Yan stood in the void like a radiant young Great Emperor.

"Let me show you the true power of the Saint Spirit Body!"

Chu Yan's voice was indifferent and arrogant. Light surged around him, and the injuries he sustained from Ye Ming's punch were completely healed.

BOOM!

This was just the beginning. At this moment, Immortal Qi gathered around Chu Yan, transforming into Immortal Light that rose from his body.

One strand, two strands, three strands, four strands, five strands of brilliant, radiant Immortal Light circled his body, shimmering, making his aura even more powerful.

At this moment, many of the young prodigies who witnessed this scene realized that Chu Yan hadn't been using his full strength before.

"I knew it! How could the Flying Immortal Sacred Son possibly lose!"

"Five strands of Immortal Qi, truly terrifying!!!"

"In this era, how many people can even gather five strands of Immortal Qi!"

The scene erupted in an uproar, with exclamations of shock ringing out. Many of the young prodigies cast envious glances.

In the Dao Palace Realm, being able to condense Immortal Qi already meant one could contend in this era. Most prodigies could only condense one or two strands.

Seeing Chu Yan's five strands of Immortal Qi now, they were naturally filled with envy