Boom!
Ye Ming took a step forward. Dragon Qi now coiled around every inch of his flesh, one hundred and eight strands in all, making his body appear all the more extraordinary. With the slightest stir of his aura came an incomparably powerful pressure, carrying the strength of a true dragon.
He pierced through space and appeared before Chu Yan as though he had teleported, a savage grin on his face.
"Die!"
His punch shook the heavens, its might utterly tyrannical. It slammed into Chu Yan's body with majestic force, as though it could shake heaven and earth.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sky trembled and the void exploded. Chu Yan's mangled body crashed into the earth like a falling meteor, and the entire Barren City shook violently...
This scene was unimaginably shocking. Everyone present froze in place; the changes had happened far too quickly.
"Is this fake? How is that possible?"
"Hiss! Such a powerful forbidden art was actually completely useless against this Imperial Son!"
"Even this kind of Dao art is useless against this Imperial Son?"
Voices of shock rang out. They belonged to young prodigies, who could not imagine what kind of physique could withstand such a strike!
"Oh no... Holy Son!"
The several elders of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land, who had been smug and utterly confident in Chu Yan, now revealed panic in their eyes.
Dao Realm Sixth Heaven, a Saint Spirit Body at minor accomplishment, and even Five Strands of Immortal Qi—yet he had still been defeated. They could not believe the sight before them.
What pained them even more was that their Saintess had been carried off by someone else. If even Holy Son Chu Yan met with disaster, then their entire Flying Immortal Sacred Land would be left without successors.
It was all because of Ye Ming!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At that moment, the earth began to shake violently as a terrifying aura emerged.
Just as everyone thought Chu Yan had been completely defeated and killed, movement appeared on the ground once more.
Boom!
The earth shattered. It was an arm, branded with countless dark runes, now floating in midair. The dark runes intertwined with one another, exuding a terrifying aura. As though it possessed life force, billowing black mist surged forth, filling everyone with dread.
The sight was exceedingly strange. Ye Ming stared at the severed arm and immediately saw that it had come from Chu Yan.
"Regrowing a severed limb?"
Ye Ming was curious. He wanted to see what trick Chu Yan was trying to pull.
Ye Ming had originally been regretting that his strike had been too heavy, directly blasting his opponent into mush and leaving him no chance to devour him.
That was an enormous loss to Ye Ming, but now it seemed there was still hope.
"Isn't this Chu Yan's arm? What is going on?"
Clearly, Ye Ming was not the only one who recognized the arm. Quite a few cultivators nearby wore curious expressions.
"This is... It seems the Holy Son has succeeded in fusing with it!!!"
While everyone else was curious, the elders of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land stood atop the Immortal Boat, staring at the scene with shock in their eyes and excitement beyond measure. They had seen something.
"Back then, the patriarch of our Flying Immortal Sacred Land left behind these words: whoever can fuse with this arm may be named the current Sacred Master without undergoing any trial!"
"Yes. What a pity that throughout endless ages, no one was able to do it. Who would have thought that the Holy Son had actually succeeded!"
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