A single strand of Immortal Qi already marked one as a peerless genius of the age.
With two strands of Immortal Qi, their names could shake the Mystic Heaven Immortal Domain for a time.
With three strands of Immortal Qi, one would generally be among the Holy Sons and Dao Sons of certain sacred lands. Long Hao and Lin Jian, whom Ye Ming had devoured before, were at this level.
Four strands of Immortal Qi placed one among the very best even among the various Holy Sons.
Five Strands of Immortal Qi were enough to earn the title of an invincible genius.
Though rumors had long claimed that the Holy Son of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land had condensed Five Strands of Immortal Qi, they had remained nothing more than rumors. Hearing was empty.
Yet now, every cultivator present had witnessed it with their own eyes. The sight was incomparably shocking...
The situation seemed to have reversed once more. Many gazes shifted back to Chu Yan, believing that the final victor of this battle would still be this invincible genius.
"Die!"
With a furious roar, Chu Yan charged toward Ye Ming. Cruelty surfaced in his eyes as he swore that he would make his opponent die in agony.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
Thunder shook the heavens, and his aura surged to its utmost limit. Chu Yan's blazing body strode through the air; with every step he took, the surrounding void trembled violently. The sacred radiance winding around him could burn the sky and boil the seas, purifying all things in the world.
A battle halberd appeared in his hand—a Great Saint-level Saint Weapon, incomparably compatible with Chu Yan himself. Its gleaming shaft lit up the horizon as it struck forth.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Dragon chants rang out. The halberd shot forth like a dragon, soaring through the skies and striking toward the nine heavens, stirring waves ten thousand zhang high and endless wind and clouds.
This strike was incomparably powerful, surpassing the limits of the Dao Palace Realm and shocking the world.
"Are Five Strands of Immortal Qi supposed to be impressive?"
Ye Ming curled his lip and gave a cold sneer.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Immortal light likewise rose around him in strand after strand, brilliant and resplendent.
One strand, two strands, three strands, four strands, five strands, six strands.
"Six... six strands of immortal light!"
"How is that possible?"
"Gasp!"
At the sight of the six strands of immortal light surrounding Ye Ming, the cultivators nearby stood frozen on the spot, their minds buzzing.
"It is said that some Great Emperors, in their youth, possessed six strands of Immortal Qi while still in the Dao Palace Realm."
An older cultivator spoke in shock, revealing just how terrifying such a genius was.
Though a genius with six strands of Immortal Qi might not necessarily Attain Dao and Become Emperor in the end, it was enough to show how horrifying their talent was.
"Kill!"
Ye Ming's voice boomed, shattering the void. Brilliant Demonic Flames wrapped around him, crystalline and dazzling, supremely sacred and divine. Like a Chaos Demonic God, his aura also climbed steadily higher.
There was no need to use a Dao weapon. The power of the Primordial Demonic Body allowed Ye Ming to confront a Saint Weapon head-on. His Blood Qi was like a vast sea, boundless and majestic.
His body was like a Black Hole. Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy surged into Ye Ming's body in torrents, devouring all spiritual energy in the world.
He attacked, and heaven and earth changed color. The cosmos shook as his Fist Seal rocked all directions, directly blasting apart the Dragon Shadow with a single punch.
Above the sky, it seemed as though rolling tides of Demonic Flames were crashing down, shaking the void in all eight directions.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
At this moment, Ye Ming and Chu Yan were locked in fierce battle. Spiritual energy raged and surged, and as time passed, their clash reached a white-hot stage. In a single breath, they could exchange thousands upon thousands of blows.
Sacred light illuminated Chu Yan. At this moment, the Saint Spirit Body erupted with endless power, reaching its limit. The Dao halberd struck out once more, and countless terrifying rays of holy light danced like silver dragons, their fluctuations so powerful they made hearts palpitate.
This was an extraordinarily powerful Dao technique that Chu Yan had obtained within a secret realm. Even Liu Mingyue knew nothing of it. It was one of Chu Yan's strongest trump-card Dao techniques.
Even with Chu Yan's Saint Spirit Body at minor completion, using this technique was difficult for him to endure.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Cracks appeared across his body, dense as those on a shattered mirror. Blood dyed his entire body red.
"Ha ha ha, die!"
Throwing back his head in laughter, Chu Yan was supremely confident in this strike. He was willing to pay any price to kill Ye Ming, showing just how deep his hatred for Ye Ming ran.
Countless silver dragons intertwined, rising alongside the radiance of immeasurable Magic Arrays. Mysterious and intricate Array Patterns extended into endless divine chains that soared into the sky. This had already surpassed the limits of the Dao Palace Realm—it was a forbidden technique.
It had to be admitted that Chu Yan's strike was indeed powerful to the absolute extreme.
"Be careful!"
A gentle voice rang out. Three thousand strands of dark hair fell naturally around her. Her features were delicate and beautiful, her phoenix eyes captivating. Dressed in green, her flawless figure rose and fell in alluring curves; her skin was whiter than snow, her body like ice and jade, gleaming with a light bright enough to serve as a mirror. She was like a green lotus in a pond, standing alone beyond the world.
It was Liu Mingyue. Her eyes were filled with concern as she warned Ye Ming.
"Uh..."
Chu Yan's laughter abruptly stopped. The woman he loved was worrying about his enemy. At this moment, his heart suffered an endless blow...
At this moment, countless gazes from heaven and earth were fixed upon Ye Ming, waiting to see the final outcome.
"The Imperial Son..."
It was Sixth Elder Blood Soul. Although he had absolute confidence in Ye Ming, the strike Chu Yan had unleashed was a forbidden technique. It used one's own foundation as a sacrifice to erupt with power countless times greater than one's own. It was terrifying beyond measure.
"Rest assured. It is merely a forbidden technique. We must not underestimate the Imperial Son!"
First Elder spoke calmly, his gaze steady and full of confidence.
What a joke. No one knew just how terrifying someone capable of condensing nine strands of Immortal Qi would be, because no one had ever seen one before.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
At the very center of the battle, heaven and earth split and the firmament was crushed, stirring waves ten thousand zhang high and endless wind and clouds.
Violent radiance completely engulfed Ye Ming. The void there had been torn apart, obscuring all sight.
"Is this all the strength you have?"
"Too ordinary!"
A calm voice sounded from the heart of the violent storm. It was Ye Ming.
His ink-black hair fluttered in the wind. Ye Ming stood above the heavens; even though Chu Yan's forbidden technique had engulfed him, his body bore not a single injury.
Demonic Light ten thousand zhang high rose around him. The blood throughout his body began to boil, and his Blood Qi shattered the universe, rolling like thunder.
His pupils turned black and profound, like abysses devouring everything around them.
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