Ye Ming's Seventh Immortal Light

A severed arm floated in the void, accompanied by surging dark runes and billowing black mist, seemingly imbued with life. The scene was quite bizarre.

Boom!

Just then, limbs began to regenerate from the severed arm.

"Heh heh... you thought you could kill me so easily?"

"I paid an immense price to fuse with this Sacred Demonic Arm!"

"Let me show you my true strength!"

A voice echoed from within the black mist. It was Chu Yan.

Boom!

His physical body was regenerating, his aura growing stronger, surpassing his previous state. His original cultivation at the Dao Realm Sixth Heaven was already higher than Ye Ming's.

Now, Chu Yan's realm was still increasing.

Boom!

A powerful aura shot up into the sky, stirring the winds and clouds in all directions. It was a figure shrouded in endless demonic mist, his eyes black with a bloody glint, sharp and intimidating. His aura erupted casually, causing the surrounding void to tremble violently. It was Chu Yan.

His physical body had been reborn.

At this moment, Chu Yan's realm reached the Dao Realm Seventh Heaven. Don't underestimate this single level difference. Within the Dao Palace Realm, a difference of one heaven often represented the gap between heaven and earth.

It was already incredibly astonishing that Ye Ming had been able to defeat Chu Yan, bridging such a large cultivation gap.

"His physical body has regenerated, and he seems even stronger than before!"

Someone exclaimed in shock, watching the scene unfold.

"I knew it! With the Flying Immortal Sacred Son's strength, he wouldn't be defeated so easily!"

"His realm has increased. This time, let's see how this Imperial Son handles it!"

Within Barren City, high and low, voices erupted from countless young prodigies. The title of Flying Immortal Sacred Son had once made many regard him as the invincible prodigy of this generation. Now, he had returned, and his realm had reached the Dao Realm Seventh Heaven.

Many believed that Ye Ming, the Imperial Son, would surely not be a match for him this time, as the difference in cultivation was simply too vast!

"He suppressed a Saint's Hand Bone, Imperial Son, be careful!"

A voice sounded in Ye Ming's ear. It was the First Elder, Mo Ao, reminding Ye Ming and revealing the origin of the arm.

Saint was not a realm but an honorific title, second only to Emperor. Those who could be called Saints were beings renowned throughout the heavens. Chu Yan was now fusing with the arm left behind by such an existence.

"A Saint's Bone?"

He had initially thought a Saint Spirit Body was a pleasant surprise. If he added a Saint's Bone...

Unlike everyone else present, Ye Ming's gaze was fixed on Chu Yan's glowing arm. The Primordial Demonic Body could devour all physiques in the world, and a Saint's Bone was naturally included.

He had originally been worried that after a fierce battle, Chu Yan would be utterly destroyed, which would be too much of a loss!

"Heh heh, let me see just how much stronger you've become!"

Ye Ming's calm voice rang out.

Empowered by the six strands of Immortal Light surrounding him, Ye Ming's strength was enough to fight across several cultivation realms.

Rumble!

Just then, Immortal Spirit Qi gathered around Ye Ming. Another strand of Immortal Light erupted, dazzling and divine, encircling Ye Ming.

Seven strands of Immortal Light!

Boom!

The entire venue fell silent, followed by countless sounds of shock. At this moment, high and low, within Barren City, everything erupted in a frenzy...

"Seven strands of Immortal Light!!!"

"How is this possible? This Imperial Son has actually gathered seven strands of Immortal Light!"

"Hiss..."

Exclamations of disbelief echoed from the young prodigies. Their expressions were stunned, frozen in place, their souls trembling amidst the violent tremors.

Throughout history, those who could condense seven strands of Immortal Light in the Dao Palace Realm were capable of crushing all enemies.

This sight was utterly breathtaking.

"No... impossible! How can you gather seven strands of Immortal Light!"

Standing in the sky, Chu Yan, who had been immensely arrogant moments before, now looked at Ye Ming with intense jealousy and disbelief.

Ye Ming's previous six strands of Immortal Light had already shocked him, but now, a seventh had appeared.

"Heh heh, just because you don't believe it doesn't mean this Imperial Son can't!"

"Are we still fighting or not!"

His voice was calm, and Ye Ming, handsome and elegant, stood in the sky. Around him, seven streams of Immortal Light made him appear even more extraordinary, with wisps of light encircling him.

"Hmph, so what if you have seven streams of Immortal Light? With the Sacred Demonic Arm, killing you is as easy as turning my hand!"

At this moment, Chu Yan was attacking Ye Ming.

Dark runes, emitting a dark glow, danced in his palm as he attacked, unleashing a palm strike.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His hand covered the sky, and a giant palm print appeared high in the sky, obscuring the heavens for ten thousand miles. A black torrent descended like a waterfall for ten thousand feet. A single wisp could crush space, split the earth and sky, and stir up immense waves, endless winds, and clouds.

"Just a petty trick!"

Ye Ming let out a cold laugh. His body was incredibly radiant, emitting thousands of lights.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Dragon roars sounded around him. This was the True Dragon power Ye Ming gained after consuming the True Dragon Treasure Blood.

At this moment, Dragon Qi surrounded every inch of his skin. There were one hundred and eight streams, making Ye Ming's body appear even more extraordinary. With a slight movement of his aura, he exuded an immense pressure. The Primordial Demonic Body was already extremely powerful, and with the addition of the power from the True Dragon's blood, his physique was enough to be invincible within his realm.

"Kill!"

With a low shout, Ye Ming threw a punch. The Fist Seal was incredibly vast, shaking the heavens and the earth, twisting the universe. Accompanying it, a blood-red dragon emerged, soaring and dancing majestically. This was the Blood Dragon Nine Heavens Art that Ye Ming cultivated.

Empowered by endless Dragon Qi, and with Ye Ming having absorbed the power of the Dragon God Physique, this strike had already surpassed the limits of his current realm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The void trembled, and space shattered.

It was like two stars colliding. The surrounding sky shook, and the earth sank. Within Barren City, buildings rumbled and collapsed in large numbers, kicking up dust for ten thousand feet.

Countless cultivators watching from the surroundings stared at the scene in shock. Everything had changed too quickly: the Sacred Demonic Arm, the seven streams of Immortal Light, fighting at the Dao Palace Realm First Heaven against the Dao Palace Realm Seventh Heaven.

In their understanding, such a feat had only ever existed in legends.

High in the sky, two figures were locked in combat, the fluctuations of their fierce battle sweeping across ten thousand miles, chilling the heart. Spiritual energy surged violently, and the fight between the two entered a white-hot stage. In just a single breath, they could exchange thousands of blows.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just then, an anomaly appear