The void trembled, space shattered.
This aura was incomparably sharp. It was a sword shadow, as though it had descended from before the ancient ages. Sword Qi stretched across three thousand miles, and a vision emerged above the void: one sword rippled through the heavens, making the Gods and Devils of all directions quake in fear.
This sword had once slain gods. Though Cang Jundao had not yet reached such a level, within the Dao Palace Realm, he had already reached the absolute pinnacle.
At this moment, he struck.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Above the void, the spectacle was incomparably vast, and the firmament trembled violently.
Within the secret realm, prodigies in other directions saw this sight as well. Shocked, they transformed into streams of light and rushed over.
"Could some treasure have appeared?"
"Quick, go take a look."
"What a powerful aura!"
At this moment, figures of prodigies drew closer. In an ordinary secret realm, the aura of battle usually meant that a treasure had emerged.
This was the void less than a hundred miles from the valley, where two powerful figures stood.
One was shrouded in Golden Light, possessing World-Shaking Divine Might. He was valiant and spirited, his hair gleaming brilliantly. Standing upon the void, endless golden radiance flowed through his eyes, brighter than the Blazing Sun. He was none other than the Golden-Winged Little Peng King of the Primordial Royal Clan.
"What powerful battle fluctuations."
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King spoke, his gaze fixed upon the valley. Very few things could astonish him.
Beside the Golden-Winged Little Peng King stood another figure, the female prodigy of the Dragon Sparrow Clan, Que Biying.
She was a powerful woman. Black radiance surged within her eyes like a Black Hole, as Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy poured endlessly into them, enough to devour everything in the world. Black Flame rose around her, burning the void. Her face was veiled by blazing flames, concealing her true appearance.
Yet through the faintly visible graceful figure, one could tell that she was likely devastatingly beautiful.
"A treasure must have emerged."
Que Biying was valiant and heroic, carrying herself with extraordinary bearing.
As members of the younger generation of the Primordial Royal Clan, they represented invincibility within this secret realm. There were few prodigies of the current age whom they held in their eyes.
Boom!
The two figures streaked through the sky, heading toward the battle.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Mountains collapsed, and the void trembled violently.
Those were Ye Ming and Cang Jundao. They battled high in the void, their auras surpassing countless prodigies of the current age.
At this moment, countless prodigies within the secret realm had arrived, staring at the scene in shock.
"That is the Holy Son of the Canggu Dao Sect. Someone can actually fight him!"
"That one is no weakling either, the Imperial Son of the Primordial Forbidden Zone. I heard even the Flying Immortal Sacred Son died by his hand before."
"Heh, in my view, Cang Jundao will still come out on top in the end!"
Many of the prodigies who had arrived watched the battle in shock. After all, within the current Supreme Secret Realm, apart from the Dragon Son of Dragon Emperor Ridge, no one was Cang Jundao's opponent. Yet someone could actually fight him now.
Quite a few people clearly recognized Ye Ming as well. Though he had earned quite a reputation in the current Battle of Prodigies, compared with a peerlessly invincible prodigy like Cang Jundao, many still felt that he fell short by a notch.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Just then, two more powerful figures appeared, standing in the void and stirring an uproar among the crowd.
"That is the Golden-Winged Little Peng King of the Primordial Royal Clan. I never expected even him to appear!"
"The female prodigy of the Dragon Sparrow Clan has come as well!"
"Truly, powerful figures have gathered here!"
These two newcomers were likewise among the very strongest in the current Supreme Secret Realm.
"I never expected Cang Jundao to be here!"
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King spoke. Clad in a golden robe, he stood in the void, and a trace of gravity appeared in his gaze.
"I heard you lost to that Cang Jundao before?"
Que Biying, the female prodigy beside him, spoke. Black Dao flames flickered in her beautiful eyes. This was the Dragon Sparrow Clan's innate divine ability, capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas. Once cultivated to the extreme, it could burn all things in the world.
She had heard before that the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had lost to Cang Jundao. At first, she had not quite believed it and treated it as mere rumor. But upon seeing the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's expression now, she had no choice but to believe it.
"Hmph... He merely suppressed me with the Heavenly Phoenix Supreme Law. If my clan's Kunpeng Supreme Law had not been lost, how could he possibly defeat me!"
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's voice carried unwillingness. The ten great Supreme Laws of antiquity were all the most powerful Dao arts in the world. Possessing even one was enough to sweep aside every prodigy in the world.
The Kunpeng Supreme Law was likewise among them. If he possessed it, he was confident that he would not be inferior to anyone.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the distance, Ye Ming and Cang Jundao's great battle continued.
"Who do you think will win in the end, this Imperial Son or Cang Jundao?"
A soft voice sounded. It was Que Biying.
Amid the spreading Black Flame, a peerlessly beautiful and proud figure vaguely emerged, standing in the void. Her skin was crystalline, as though sculpted from ice and snow. Her long lashes drooped slightly, while her gaze was unfathomably deep.
Noble and coldly beautiful, Que Biying's phoenix eyes, like glazed gemstones, looked toward Ye Ming with a trace of curiosity.
The Primordial Forbidden Zone was so powerful that even Primordial Royal Clans such as theirs were far inferior to it. Naturally, she was somewhat curious about Ye Ming, this Imperial Son.
"Hehe, although Cang Jundao suppressed me before with the Heavenly Phoenix Treasure Technique, I have to admit that his strength is indeed terrifying."
"Within this Supreme Secret Realm, perhaps only the Dragon Son of our Archaic Imperial Clan can defeat him."
"As for this Imperial Son, he is still far too lacking!"
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King looked toward Ye Ming, curling his lips in disdain. He believed that Ye Ming was still no match for Cang Jundao. Given enough time, Ye Ming would inevitably be defeated.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Spiritual Energy surged violently. At this moment, Ye Ming and Cang Jundao's battle had entered its most intense stage.
Within a single breath, they could exchange thousands upon thousands of blows. Around them, the void trembled, space shattered, mountains collapsed with rumbling crashes. The sight was simply too terrifying.
"Die!"
His bearing peerless, Cang Jundao stood in the void, surrounded by endless Sword Dao Runes that blazed with dazzling brilliance. Ten thousand swords circled around him, now merging into a single sword.
At this moment, his aura reached the absolute pinnacle. With one slash of his sword, he tore heaven and earth apart and suppressed the firmament. Dust from the earth surged ten thousand zhang high. It was a ray of light that pierced through the entire world, descending upon Ye Ming.
This strike was incomparably sharp. The entire world trembled violently, as though it might collapse at any moment.
"Gasp... Is this the strength of Sacred Son Jundao? It truly is terrifying!"
"In the Dao Palace Realm, who could possibly fight him!"
"Yes, it seems the victor has been decided. This Imperial Son will surely lose!"
At this moment, countless prodigies above and below stared in shock, their expressions blank. They had been stunned by Cang Jundao's strike, believing that Ye Ming would undoubtedly lose before this sword.
"See that? This is his true strength. When I fought him before, I only barely managed to withstand this strike after exhausting everything I had."
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King spoke to Que Biying beside him. But what she did not know was that when he had faced this strike before, it had not been as simple as merely giving his all.
More importantly, before a beauty, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King did not want to lose face.
"So this is the Canggu Dao Sect's sword art, one of the Three Great Sword Arts of the World. It truly lives up to its reputation!"
Que Biying said in shock. Secretly, she considered whether her own strength could withstand this strike, but the final answer was that even if she received it, she would likely suffer grave injuries.
Cang Jundao's sword descended toward Ye Ming.
Two beautiful figures worried for Ye Ming.
With exquisitely perfect features, a slender willow waist that could be grasped in one hand, flawless fair legs, an alluring appearance, and revealing clothing, she exuded bewitching charm. She was the Demoness Yu Linglong.
"I hope nothing happens to him!"
Her red lips were vivid as her voice sounded. Yu Linglong's beautiful eyes were like water, soul-stealing and heart-snaring, as she looked at Ye Ming with concern. The other woman was Liu Mingyue.
"Is the Canggu Dao Sect's sword art really that strong?"
His black hair danced wildly beneath the heavens. Tall and slender, with a handsome face and skin as crystalline as jade, Ye Ming wore a black robe.
Facing the Ancient Dao Sword Art, one of the Three Great Sword Arts of the World, his expression remained calm.
Boom!
At that moment.
Ye Ming's aura rose. An incomparably terrifying surge of blood and qi soared upward, while endless Demonic Mist enveloped his body. His pupils were pitch-black, sharp and intimidating. The slightest burst of his aura made the surrounding void tremble violently.
Around him, seven immortal lights blossomed, dazzling and resplendent, while Spiritual Power surged like tidal waves...
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