A severed arm floated in the void, dark runes surging across it as black mist billowed. It seemed to possess life, making the scene exceedingly eerie.
Boom!
At that moment, flesh and bone began regenerating around the severed arm.
"Hehe... you think you can kill me so easily?"
"To fuse with this Sacred Demonic Arm, I paid an endless price!"
"I'll show you this Holy Son's true strength!"
A voice rang out from within the black mist. It was Chu Yan.
Boom!
His physical body was regenerating, and his aura was growing stronger, surpassing what it had been before. His original Dao Realm Sixth Heaven cultivation had already been higher than Ye Ming's.
Now, Chu Yan's cultivation was still rising.
Boom!
A powerful aura shot into the heavens, stirring the winds and clouds in all directions. A figure wrapped in endless demonic mist stood there, his pitch-black pupils glimmering with bloody light, sharp and intimidating. As his aura burst forth at will, the surrounding void trembled violently. It was Chu Yan.
His body had been reborn.
At this moment, Chu Yan's cultivation had reached the Dao Realm Seventh Heaven. Do not underestimate the difference of merely one Heaven; within the Dao Palace Realm, the gap of one Heaven often represented the difference between sky and earth.
For Ye Ming to have crossed so many realms and defeated Chu Yan earlier was already incomparably horrifying.
"His body has regenerated, and it seems even stronger than before!"
Someone stared at the sight with shock in his eyes.
"I knew it. How could the Flying Immortal Sacred Son be defeated so easily with his strength?"
"His cultivation has risen. Now let's see how this Imperial Son handles it!"
Within Barren City, above and below, voices rose one after another. They belonged to countless young geniuses. The Flying Immortal Sacred Son's name had once led many to regard him as one of the invincible geniuses of this generation. Now that he had returned through rebirth, his cultivation had even reached the Dao Realm Seventh Heaven.
Quite a few believed that Ye Ming, this Imperial Son, was certainly no match for him this time. After all, the gap in cultivation was simply too great!
"An ominous Saint's Hand Bone that has suppressed strangeness. Imperial Son, be careful!"
A voice sounded beside Ye Ming's ear. It was the First Elder, Mo Ao, warning him and revealing the origin of that arm.
Saint was not a realm, but a title of honor. Beneath Emperors alone, those who could be called Saints were figures who had once shaken the myriad heavens. What Chu Yan had fused with was an arm left behind by such an existence.
"Saint's Bone?"
He had originally thought that a Saint Spirit Body was already a pleasant surprise. If a Saint's Bone were added on top of that...
Unlike everyone else present, Ye Ming was staring at Chu Yan's glowing arm. The Primordial Demonic Body could devour all physiques in the world, and a Saint's Bone naturally fell within that scope.
He had originally been worried that after a great battle, he might blast Chu Yan until not even dregs remained. That would be far too wasteful!
"Hehe, let me see just how much stronger you can become!"
Ye Ming's calm voice rang out.
With the enhancement of six Immortal Lights around him, Ye Ming's strength was enough to let him battle across several realms.
Rumble!
At that moment, Immortal Spirit Qi gathered around Ye Ming, and another Immortal Light burst forth. Its radiance was dazzling, divine beyond divine, circling around Ye Ming's body.
Seven Immortal Lights!
Boom!
The entire scene fell silent, followed by countless cries of shock. At this moment, above and below, Barren City completely erupted...
"Seven Immortal Lights!!!"
"How is that possible? This Imperial Son actually gathered seven Immortal Lights!"
"Hiss..."
Voices of incomparable shock rang out. The young geniuses stood rooted to the spot with blank expressions, their souls trembling and roaring violently.
Since ancient times, anyone who could condense seven Immortal Lights in the Dao Palace Realm represented someone capable of sweeping aside every enemy.
Such a sight was simply too shocking.
"No... impossible! How could you gather seven Immortal Lights?!"
Standing in the heavens, the once incomparably proud Chu Yan now stared at Ye Ming with overwhelming jealousy in his eyes, unable to believe it.
Ye Ming's six Immortal Lights had already stunned him before, yet now, the other party had actually produced a seventh.
"Hehe, just because you don't believe it doesn't mean this Imperial Son can't do it!"
"Are we still fighting or not?"
His voice was calm, his bearing handsome and elegant. Ye Ming stood in the heavens, seven Immortal Lights surrounding him and making him appear even more extraordinary, strands of immortal radiance winding around him.
"Hmph, so what if you have seven Immortal Lights? With the Sacred Demonic Arm, killing you will be as easy as turning over my hand!"
At this moment, Chu Yan charged toward Ye Ming.
Dark runes glowing with black light danced in his palm as he attacked, slamming out with one hand.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
One hand covered the sky. A gigantic handprint appeared high above, blotting out the heavens for thousands of miles. A black torrent cascaded down like a waterfall ten thousand zhang high; a single wisp of it could crush the void, split heaven and earth, bear down upon the firmament, and stir up towering waves and endless winds and clouds.
"Nothing but petty tricks!"
Ye Ming sneered, his body incomparably resplendent as it burst forth with myriad rays of light.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Dragon roars sounded around him. This was the power of a True Dragon Ye Ming had gained after devouring True Dragon Treasure Blood.
At this moment, Dragon Qi coiled around every inch of his skin, one hundred and eight strands in total, making Ye Ming's body appear even more extraordinary. The slightest movement of his aura brought an incomparably powerful oppressive force. The Primordial Demonic Body was already immensely powerful by itself, and coupled with the power of the True Dragon Blood he had devoured, this physique was enough to render him invincible among those of the same realm.
"Die!"
With a low shout, Ye Ming threw a punch. The Fist Seal was vast and majestic, shaking heaven and earth and overturning the universe. Accompanied by it, a blood-sea azure dragon emerged, soaring and dancing through the sky in a mighty torrent. It was the Blood Dragon Nine Heavens Art Ye Ming cultivated.
Bolstered by endless Dragon Qi and the power Ye Ming had devoured from the Dragon God Physique, this strike had long surpassed the original limit of this realm.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
The void trembled, and space shattered.
It was like two stars colliding. The surrounding heavens shook, the earth sank, and within Barren City, buildings rumbled and collapsed in swathes, kicking up dust that soared ten thousand zhang high.
Countless cultivators watching nearby stared at the scene in shock. Everything had changed too quickly: the Sacred Demonic Arm, seven Immortal Lights, fighting from the Dao Palace Realm First Heaven against the Dao Palace Realm Seventh Heaven.
In their understanding, such a thing had always existed only in legends.
High in the heavens, the two figures were locked together. The ripples of their battle swept across ten thousand miles, chilling all who witnessed them. Spiritual energy surged in violent tides as their clash entered a white-hot stage. In the brief span of a breath, they could exchange thousands upon thousands of blows.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
At that moment, strange phenomena emerged...
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