"Seven immortal lights—I had long heard that the Imperial Son of the forbidden zone had condensed seven immortal lights!"
The faces of many prodigies were filled with shock. What seven immortal lights represented needed no further explanation.
"I thought it was only a rumor. Who would have thought it was real!"
At this moment, quite a few prodigies began to feel a trace of recognition for Ye Ming. Their gazes turned toward him, wanting to see how this Imperial Son would receive Cang Jundao's strike.
Under countless watchful gazes, a hand as pristine as jade, crystalline and translucent, reached out.
Facing the sword Cang Jundao had slashed out, Ye Ming merely extended one hand. This sight dumbfounded everyone.
The countless prodigies who had been utterly focused were now completely bewildered!
"What is he trying to do?"
A prodigy asked in confusion and curiosity.
"Uh... he isn't planning to take Sacred Son Jundao's sword with one hand, is he?"
Someone saw through Ye Ming's intention, though they spoke uncertainly.
"What a joke! Even if he possesses seven immortal lights!!!"
"Who does he think he is?"
"..."
Whoosh!
The entire crowd erupted.
That was the Canggu Sword Dao, one of the three great sword arts in the world—a sword that had once made the Gods and Devils fear it. Yet Ye Ming actually intended to catch it barehanded.
"Heh... he really is courting death!"
"Even I wouldn't dare be so overconfident. Who does he think he is?"
Golden-Winged Little Peng King's disdainful voice rang out from one side of the void.
"On the contrary, I think this Imperial Son is quite charming!"
Que Biying looked again at Ye Ming, admiration in her eyes.
"Hmph! Just watch. This is nothing but his own path to death!"
Hearing Que Biying's words, Golden-Winged Little Peng King became even more disdainful.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The divine radiance of the Sword Dao illuminated heaven and earth, shaking the firmament as it transformed into a river of sword intent and descended toward Ye Ming.
This place was thrown into complete turmoil. Mountain peaks became enormous rolling boulders that crashed toward the earth, while the ground split apart in a terrifying spectacle.
Bang!
A tremendous collision rang out.
Dust rose ten thousand feet into the air, and countless people looked toward the center of the battle.
Ye Ming stood there quietly, his expression calm. In his hand, he gripped the incomparably sharp blade—the very sword Cang Jundao had brought down.
"Is this your strongest sword?"
"Too weak!"
Ye Ming's gaze was indifferent as he exerted a slight force with his hand. His blood and qi surged like a sea, like a tide.
Crack!
The blade in Ye Ming's hand shattered inch by inch, turning into fragments.
This scene exceeded the understanding of every prodigy present. Their expressions became exceedingly strange, their hairs stood on end, and terror filled their hearts as they stood rooted to the spot in a daze.
"Th-this, this, this..."
"Am I seeing this right?"
"If I didn't know the relationship between the Ancient Dao Sect and the Primordial Forbidden Zone, I would have suspected this was fake!"
Shocked voices rang out from every direction.
"Impossible..."
Cang Jundao's expression changed drastically. He knew full well the power of that sword strike. Within the Dao Palace Realm, practically no one of the same realm could block it.
He could not imagine just how powerful Ye Ming's physique was, for him to be able to receive that attack. It was simply too horrifying.
"Nothing is impossible. I already told you—you're too weak!"
Ye Ming sneered. The Primordial Demonic Body was inherently powerful, unmatched in physique among those of the same realm. On top of that, Ye Ming had devoured the Sword Body, Dragon God Physique, and Saint Spirit Body. The strength of his flesh had long reached an unimaginable level.
Among the three thousand physiques of the world, very few could compare to his Primordial Demonic Body. The sword Cang Jundao had unleashed was indeed powerful, but before Ye Ming, it was still somewhat lacking.
Ye Ming was handsome, with skin as lustrous as jade and a tall, slender figure. His bearing was peerless, and combined with his current aura, he truly made the hearts of the female prodigies present stir.
"Ah... this Imperial Son is so handsome!"
It was Que Biying. Beautiful and proud, she was likewise an immensely powerful prodigy, among the very top tier of experts in this Supreme Secret Realm. Yet even she was somewhat won over by Ye Ming's bearing.
"Hmph!"
Golden-Winged Little Peng King's face turned cold at this. He snorted, feeling that his brilliance had been overshadowed by another—especially before the woman he pursued. Naturally, he was displeased.
As for Liu Mingyue and Yu Linglong, there was even less need to say anything.
"Wow... is this the Imperial Son's strength? He's so amazing!"
The Demoness's voice rang out. Her beautiful eyes sparkled continuously, and she had long since become starry-eyed.
This immediately made Liu Mingyue beside her dissatisfied. At this moment, Ye Ming was the only one in the depths of her heart. Naturally, she was unwilling to share him with another woman.
"No matter how amazing he is, he belongs only to me. What does it have to do with you!"
Her three thousand strands of black hair fell naturally over her shoulders. Her features were delicate and lovely, and she wore a robe of green. Her flawless figure rose and fell in perfect curves, her skin whiter than snow, her body like ice and jade, glimmering with a radiance bright enough to serve as a mirror. She was like a green lotus in a pond, standing alone beyond the world.
Liu Mingyue sneered at the Demoness beside her.
"Isn't it just that the Imperial Son has slept with you a few times? What's so special about that? It's not as if I can't do it too!"
The Demoness's seductive voice rang out. Her red dress wrapped around her curvaceous body, her beautiful eyes as limpid as water and capable of stealing souls. Her red lips were vivid, her features exquisite beyond compare, and her appearance utterly bewitching.
"Don't forget, I am the Demoness of the Joyous Union Sect. Whatever you can do, I can do even better..."
The Demoness retorted with bright eyes and pearly teeth. When it came to serving men, she refused to believe Liu Mingyue could compare with her.
At this moment, the two peerless beauties were fighting over Ye Ming out of jealousy...
"Since This Imperial Son has received one of your swords, why don't you try receiving one of my attacks!"
Ye Ming's voice rang out. His aura was rising, and dazzling Demonic Flames shrouded his entire body. His strength climbed steadily, making him resemble an unmatched Demon God.
Boom!
The power of blood and qi surged within his body like a sea, like a tide—vast and boundless. A casual wisp of his aura shook the void, making it tremble violently.
"Kill!"
His low roar was like thunder rolling through the heavens. His body shone brilliantly, blooming with countless rays of light.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Dragon Qi coiled around every inch of Ye Ming's skin, a total of one hundred and eight strands. They made his body appear even more extraordinary. With the slightest movement of his aura came an incomparably powerful sense of oppression. His arm changed—it was the Sacred Demonic Arm he had previously devoured. Numerous dark runes emerged amid billowing black mist, filling people with palpitations.
He took one step, piercing through the void. Like teleportation, he appeared before Cang Jundao, formed a Fist Seal with his hand, and threw a punch. Demonic Light stretched across ten thousand miles.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A broken figure was sent flying—it was Cang Jundao. In an instant, he was blasted away, crashing onto the earth like a falling star. The ground split and collapsed.
Ye Ming's attack was tyrannical beyond compare, powerful to the very pinnacle of this realm. Even Cang Jundao had failed to react before being sent flying.
This great battle had drawn countless spectators. Ye Ming's power had refreshed everyone's understanding.
Just as everyone thought this battle had already ended.
At that very moment.
There was a massive crater, blasted open by Ye Ming's strike, with Demonic Flames still burning across the earth.
Boom!
A broken figure rose into the sky—it was Cang Jundao.
His body was incomplete and covered in dense cracks. Ye Ming's strike had not killed him, only severely wounded him.
"Hehe... it seems I truly underestimated you, Imperial Son!"
Cang Jundao floated in the void. Endless starlight shone around him, flowing from his wounds. The starlight seemed to possess healing power, and in the blink of an eye, his broken body was restored, his injuries instantly healed.
"But do you really think this is all of my strength?"
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