Ye Ming's gaze swept over every prodigy present. In his eyes, they were no less valuable than Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
"Will you come at me together, or should I deal with this Holy Son of the Ancient Dao Sect first?"
The corners of Ye Ming's lips curled in a smile, yet it made hearts palpitate. His words were wildly arrogant, carrying only one meaning: everyone present was trash in his eyes.
The moment those words fell.
Hua!
Quite a few prodigies instantly erupted, and a clamor rose all around.
"Heh, he really is arrogant enough!"
"Sacred Son Jundao alone is enough to deal with you. Why would we need to join in?"
"Exactly. I had long heard that this Imperial Son looked down on everyone. Seeing him today, the rumors were true!"
Voices rang out one after another. There were at least dozens of prodigies gathered here, all outstanding figures from major sects. Otherwise, they would not have been qualified to enter this place.
With those words, Ye Ming had undoubtedly offended everyone present.
"Hmph... I'll be the one to deal with you!"
"I'll make you understand that before this Holy Son, aside from the power behind you, you are good for nothing!"
Cang Jundao spoke calmly. Standing in the air, a trace of malice appeared on his handsome face. His white robes shone brilliantly around him, making him resemble a Banished Immortal as he looked down at Ye Ming.
Clang!
A sword rested in his hand, its edge gleaming. The powerful Sword Qi had not even been unleashed, yet it already sent chills down people's spines.
It had to be admitted that he truly was a powerful prodigy. Within the Supreme Secret Realm, only the Dragon Son of Dragon Emperor Ridge could compare with Cang Jundao's reputation. As for the others—
The several prodigies of the Tai King Clan, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, and the female prodigy of the Dragon Sparrow Clan were all a notch below him.
There had even been rumors that the incomparably arrogant Golden-Winged Little Peng King had once fought Cang Jundao, only to be defeated and flee.
"Die!"
Cang Jundao shouted sharply.
A streak of sword light slashed toward Ye Ming. Sword radiance surged like rolling rivers, transforming into a river of Sword Qi. Wherever it passed, space shattered, and the surrounding mountain peaks were sliced apart.
This sword strike was incomparably terrifying!
"That is the Ancient Dao Sword Technique, one of the three great sword arts of the world. I never expected Sacred Son Jundao to have mastered it!"
A shocked voice rang out. One of the prodigies had recognized the sword strike Cang Jundao had unleashed.
The Ancient Dao Sword Art was one of the three great Sword Daos of the world. Legend had it that once cultivated to its peak, it could even slay gods.
"Haha, I never expected Sacred Son Jundao to use this sword strike. Hmph, victory and defeat have already been decided!"
"This is the gap between them!"
Several followers spoke up, their gazes toward Ye Ming filled with mockery.
"Imperial Son, be careful!"
Yu Linglong's voice sounded from the side, warning Ye Ming. Clearly, the Demoness had also recognized the Ancient Dao Sword Art, one of the three great sword arts of the world, and worry for Ye Ming appeared in her beautiful eyes.
But her words also made Liu Mingyue beside her somewhat dissatisfied. Liu Mingyue thought the Demoness was trying to snatch her master away.
"Hmph~!"
Liu Mingyue frowned slightly and let out a cold snort.
As for the Demoness's warning—
"Heh, it is merely a petty path, yet you dare show it off before This Imperial Son!"
Ye Ming's gaze was indifferent as he sneered.
Boom!
His black hair danced like ink. Standing in midair, an incomparably terrifying surge of Blood Qi rose from Ye Ming's body. His Blood Qi was like a sea, shaking all eight directions.
"Kill!"
There was no need to use any Dao technique. He simply threw a punch, and dazzling Demonic Light transformed into a world-destroying millstone, tearing through space and smashing the heavens as it sought to grind everything nearby into dust.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The surrounding mountains collapsed, and the earth split open. The violent collision turned the faces of the nearby prodigies pale. Some could barely keep their footing and nearly fell to the ground.
His body was wrapped in dazzling Demonic Flames. Like a Chaos Demonic God, Ye Ming's aura climbed steadily higher. The blood throughout his body began to boil, his Blood Qi shattering the cosmos and rumbling like thunder. He stood in the air, unmoving as a mountain, utterly calm.
"That's all?"
Ye Ming sneered.
Meanwhile, Cang Jundao was forced back. The sword in his hand trembled violently, and after steadying himself, the rise and fall of his chest showed that his heart was far from calm.
Clearly, Ye Ming's words had struck him hard.
"Hmph, that was merely a casual sword strike. I never expected you to take advantage of it."
"Next, I'll let you witness the true power of my Ancient Dao Sword!"
Cang Jundao feigned composure, maintaining his original graceful bearing.
Sure enough, some of the surrounding prodigies immediately believed him.
Especially some of his followers.
"Hmph, Sacred Son Jundao only struck casually, yet this Imperial Son actually had to use all his strength!"
"That's right. Once Sacred Son Jundao attacks with his full strength, he will surely cut him down!"
Ye Ming had long been growing impatient with the voices around him. Now that those flies had started buzzing again, he chose to strike decisively.
"Where did these flies come from? Too noisy!"
Boom!
Ye Ming struck out with his palm. A great handprint of bloody light instantly condensed in the sky, suppressing everything as endless Demonic Flames poured down, capable of burning all things.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
They were merely some of Cang Jundao's followers. How could they possibly withstand Ye Ming's strike?
"Ah..."
"No..."
"Sacred Son Jundao, save us!"
Miserable cries rang out one after another. Their flesh, their bones, and even their souls were being burned by the Demonic Flames, and they let out incomparably wretched screams.
Ye Ming had struck too quickly. Even Cang Jundao had no time to intervene.
"How dare you!!!"
Tall and imposing, heroic and majestic in his white robes, Cang Jundao's handsome face filled with boundless fury.
Ye Ming had killed his followers. This was a naked slap across his face. If word spread in the future, who would still dare follow him?
"This Imperial Son gave you face, didn't I? I merely killed a few dogs. What, do I need your permission?"
Ye Ming's gaze was icy, his aura overwhelming and tyrannical.
The surrounding prodigies no longer dared speak loudly. They could only whisper among themselves. Ye Ming's previous attack had clearly frightened them.
"Good, good, good!"
"I have cultivated the Ancient Dao Sword Art for decades, yet no one has ever been worthy of making me use this sword. Today, I will use you to consecrate my sword!"
Cang Jundao's voice rang out. His deep eyes were as vast as a river of stars, containing endless coldness. As his words fell, his aura began to change.
His aura turned sharp and frigid. He became like a sword, a sword of peerless sharpness. Six distinct powers of law floated around him, blooming with incomparably dazzling radiance...
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