Bathed in endless radiance, Chu Yan looked like a god of war. Light Runes surged within his eyes, his World-Shaking Divine Might towering over all. He stood in the void with his long hair streaming behind him, his presence vast and majestic.
With a lift of his hand, an enormous Palm Seal appeared in the void, colossal enough to blot out the sky. Brilliant light illuminated the surroundings as holy radiance gathered in its palm and came crashing down upon Ye Ming.
This strike was incomparably powerful. The endless void shook and trembled, as though it could not bear such force and might shatter at any moment.
This scene stunned everyone present. Countless gazes were fixed upon it, all feeling an overwhelming pressure. To unleash such power in the Dao Palace Realm was truly rare.
"Is this the Saint Spirit Body? It really is powerful!"
"Of course. The Flying Immortal Sacred Son is among the very best in the current Battle of Prodigies. The Dragon God Physique and Sword Body are nowhere near worthy of comparison!"
"I really don't know what Saintess Mingyue saw in that piece of trash!"
The surroundings erupted into clamor. Most of them were young prodigies, astonished by Chu Yan's strength. In their eyes, Ye Ming was simply no match for Chu Yan.
The Saint Spirit Body had only just made its move, yet it had already shocked the crowd.
High in the void, Ye Ming remained utterly calm in the face of Chu Yan's attack.
"A mere firefly dares shine before This Imperial Son!"
His voice was calm as Ye Ming stood in the void, sneering.
His black robes billowed as incomparably terrifying Blood Qi surged from Ye Ming's body. Endless Demonic Mist roiled around him, while dazzling Demonic Flames wrapped around his body. Like a Chaos Demonic God, his aura rose steadily. The blood throughout his body began to boil, his Blood Qi shattering the heavens and earth, rumbling like thunder.
Ye Ming attacked. There was no need for him to use any technique; his physique was simply too powerful. He relied only on the strength of his flesh.
He threw a punch, and its vast power seemed capable of shattering heaven and earth. Demonic Flames burst forth from within his body, rolling outward and sweeping through all directions. The blazing firelight shone through the endless void as space trembled violently, as if it were about to burn away.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out beneath the heavens. At the center of their collision, an enormous, pitch-black rift appeared.
Their clash shattered space and made the earth tremble. Many watching prodigies could not keep their footing and nearly fell.
Dust rose, then settled. Everyone stared without blinking at the scene before them.
Ye Ming stood in the void, utterly motionless. His expression remained calm, as though he had never regarded Chu Yan as worthy of his attention.
Boom!
Facing Ye Ming's strike, Chu Yan staggered backward. The holy radiance surrounding his body dimmed considerably, his face turned pale, and blood spilled from his mouth. A trace of bewilderment filled his eyes.
"Impossible!"
Chu Yan roared in a low voice, his gaze filled with shock.
His Saint Spirit Body had already achieved minor success. In terms of physical strength, very few could rival him. Yet just now, he had felt an incomparably vast force of Blood Qi, as though he were facing a young true dragon.
"The Holy Son's Saint Spirit Body was actually suppressed by him?"
A voice rang out. It came from an elder of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land, whose eyes were filled with contemplation.
They knew exactly how powerful Chu Yan's Saint Spirit Body was. Holy light protected his body, impervious to all techniques. Even compared with the pure-blooded prodigies of the Primordial Royal Clan, he was not inferior in the slightest.
Yet now, they had seen the Saint Spirit Body suppressed by his opponent.
"What kind of physique does he possess, to actually suppress the Saint Spirit Body?"
"Unheard of. Our Black and White Dao Academy has stood for endless ages. We have some understanding even of the Ten Supreme Physiques, yet we have never seen the physique of this Imperial Son!"
Daoist Bai Xuan's aged eyes fixed upon Ye Ming, seeking to see through the secret of his physique. Yet Ye Ming was shrouded in Demonic Light, and he could not see through it at all.
"Heh, it was merely a single exchange. He is only at the Dao Realm First Heaven. I refuse to believe that, with the Holy Son's Dao Realm Sixth Heaven cultivation, he still cannot defeat him!"
An elder of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land said disdainfully. He believed that this had only been their first exchange, and that Chu Yan had merely been caught at a disadvantage for the moment.
"That's right. The Holy Son has condensed Five Strands of Immortal Qi. His true strength has not even erupted yet. Once he truly attacks, that fellow will be no match for him!"
At this moment, several elders of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land were all brimming with confidence in Chu Yan.
A prodigy with Five Strands of Immortal Qi was enough to sweep aside every prodigy in the world. Even throughout the history of their Flying Immortal Sacred Land, few had achieved what Chu Yan had.
Perhaps their words encouraged Chu Yan...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At that moment, Chu Yan's aura began to rise, surpassing what it had been before. His flesh was like jade, his hair crystal-clear and lustrous, and his body erupted with boundless radiance. His eyes shone with blazing light, holy radiance flowing within them so intensely that it made hearts tremble. The lights intertwined into rune after rune, floating around him in dazzling splendor, brighter than the Blazing Sun.
The void twisted and boiled.
At this moment, Chu Yan stood in the void like a young Great Emperor radiating endless light.
"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 Ye Ming's punch had inflicted were completely healed.
Boom!
This was only the beginning. At this very moment, Immortal Spirit 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 immortal light coiled around his body, gleaming softly and making his aura even stronger.
Only now did many of the young prodigies watching realize that Chu Yan had not used his full strength earlier.
"I knew it! How could the Flying Immortal Sacred Son possibly lose?"
"Five Strands of Immortal Qi—terrifying indeed!!!"
"In this age, how many can gather Five Strands of Immortal Qi?"
The entire scene erupted in uproar. Shocked cries rang out one after another, and many young prodigies revealed envious looks.
In the Dao Palace Realm, being able to condense Immortal Qi already meant one could contend for supremacy in this age. Most prodigies could only gather one or two strands.
Seeing Chu Yan's Five Strands of Immortal Qi now, they naturally could not help but envy him...
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