Sweeping Aside the Sects, Battling Ji Fengliu!

For a moment, all the clamor across Tianxuan Square vanished completely.

Only the lingering echoes of Ye Xuan's voice continued to reverberate.

Many people looked at one another, even wondering whether they had misheard.

Did Ye Xuan intend to fight all the prodigies alone!?

"Wan'er, this..."

At this moment, even Su Ziyun, the Sect Master of the Violet Firmament Sect, could not help frowning.

If Ye Xuan and Chu Wan'er joined forces, they might still contend for the martial arts championship.

But with Ye Xuan alone, wasn't he being too overconfident!?

"Master, rest assured. Husband is invincible."

Yet Chu Wan'er merely smiled faintly.

With Ye Xuan here today, there was naturally no need for her to make a move.

"Then... very well!"

Hearing this, Su Ziyun did not ask further.

After all, Ye Xuan had cleared the Hundred Refinements Hell Mode. Now that he had undergone tribulation and advanced to the Heavenly Gang Realm, he should be even stronger.

But at this moment, the cultivators from the other first-rate sects finally came back to their senses and instantly flew into a rage!

What kind of tone was that from Ye Xuan?

Did he really not regard the other prodigies as worthy of notice?

He wanted to challenge everyone? How arrogant!

At the Lin Tian Sword Sect's seats, Ji Fengliu, seated in the place of honor, suddenly clenched the Big Hand hidden within his sleeve.

Cold light surged wildly in his eyes!

Just as he had expected, Ye Xuan was aiming for all three championships!

If Ye Xuan achieved that feat, then Ji Fengliu, the Northern Region's number one prodigy, would be reduced to a complete laughingstock!

"Hahaha, how ridiculous!"

"What the hell are you?"

At this moment, the hot-tempered Chen Kun had already rushed from his seat and descended upon the center of the platform.

He was the Holy Son of Ba Yue Mountain. Yesterday, he had lost all face before the Dao Inquiry Stone at the Marquis Manor, and today he had been pondering how to wash away that humiliation.

Then Ye Xuan had stepped forward!

"You only crushed some trash from a second-rate sect. Do you really think you're somebody?"

Chen Kun took the heavy warhammer from his back, gripped it tightly, and pointed it at Ye Xuan. "No one else is needed. I alone can smash you to pieces!"

He was not acting rashly.

Ye Xuan had only just undergone tribulation. Though he had reached the Heavenly Gang Realm, his cultivation had yet to stabilize. His combat strength might even have fallen rather than risen!

If they fought now, Chen Kun's chances of victory were immense!

Even if he later lost to the other Holy Sons, at least he would not suffer the disgrace of total defeat!

"If that's the case, then make your move!"

"If you can move me even the slightest bit, I'll count it as my loss!"

Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes. He did not want to waste time.

But he also knew that the strength he had displayed so far was not enough to make these prodigies fear him.

Since Chen Kun wanted to stick his head out, Ye Xuan would give him a good knocking!

"Let me strike first!?"

Hearing this, Chen Kun flew into a furious rage. Ba Yue Mountain's inheritance focused on body refinement, and he possessed a spirit body of flesh. In terms of strength and physical body, he stood unrivaled among his generation in the Northern Region!

If he struck first, how many people could receive it without budging an inch!?

"You really are asking for a beating!"

Bzzz!

Enraged beyond measure, Chen Kun's muscles swelled all over his body. His spirit body of flesh erupted with savage golden-fire radiance, while flames surged from the warhammer in his hand. He leaped into the air and swung the hammer down at Ye Xuan!

"Tyrant Flame Rends Gold!"

Bzzz!

In an instant, Chen Kun drove that hammer strike to its limit. The blazing hammer-light became like a fiery meteor dozens of zhang across, tearing through the air and blasting out wave after wave of rippling shockwaves!

Thunderous sonic booms swept in every direction alongside the impact, leaving every cultivator in the square with a tense expression.

"Tyrant Flame Rends Gold—this is Ba Yue Mountain's secret supreme art!"

"Chen Kun advanced to the Heavenly Gang Realm half a year ago and comprehended hammer intent three months ago. If this hammer strike isn't dodged, it can severely wound any cultivator at the early Heavenly Gang Realm!"

Someone cried out in alarm.

Any who underestimated body-tempering cultivators would pay a painful price!

Boom!

The next instant, hammer-light like a flaming meteor swallowed Ye Xuan's figure!

A vast shockwave of dust surged up like a hundred-zhang tidal wave, drowning the entire second-tier arena.

"It's over!"

The Ba Yue Mountain Master shook his head with a cold sneer.

No one of the same generation could endure Chen Kun's warhammer blow like this.

"Something's wrong!"

Yet at that moment, Qi Chuan's pupils abruptly contracted atop the first platform.

Ye Xuan's aura was still there—and it remained steady!

As the smoke and dust gradually thinned, everyone finally saw that beneath the blazing hammer-light, a figure stood rooted to the spot like a sea-calming divine needle!

Neither the crushing hammer force nor the crashing shockwaves could move him in the slightest!

"What!?"

Chen Kun, who had landed on the ground, also widened his eyes.

He saw that lightning arcs now intertwined all over Ye Xuan's body. The flaming hammer radiance had scattered away, yet it had not left even the slightest mark on him!

Not a single hair harmed!?

How was that possible?

"Heh, this is Ba Yue Mountain's ultimate art?"

"Body tempering? Then let me show you what true physical strength is!"

Ye Xuan merely scoffed. Lightning arcs flowed over his body, gathering upon his arm.

The next instant, he threw a thunder-wreathed punch straight ahead!

Six Treasury: Thunder Break!

Though it was merely the first stance, Ye Xuan was now in the Heavenly Gang Realm—enough to split mountains and rend rivers!

"What!?"

Only then did Chen Kun come back to his senses, but Ye Xuan's Thunder Break punch was simply too fast.

He could only instinctively raise his warhammer before himself.

Boom!

Crack!

But as Ye Xuan's punch crashed down upon him, Chen Kun's warhammer and arms exploded in an instant.

Blood Mist burst forth, and Chen Kun himself was blasted off the second-tier platform like a dead dog!

Silence!

In that instant, every clamor vanished!

The Holy Son of Ba Yue Mountain had been defeated just like that!

His hammer had failed to shake Ye Xuan in the slightest, yet one punch had blown apart both his arms!?

This was utter domination!

Only when the blood-soaked Chen Kun crashed to the ground did cries of shock erupt throughout the arena!

The outcome was simply unbelievable!

Chen Kun wasn't this weak, was he!?

"What a powerful physique!"

"So Ye Xuan is a body-tempering cultivator!"

"That fist art seems to be the Six Treasury Thunder Fist, which no one in the Violet Firmament Sect has managed to master for decades!"

At that moment, the Sect Masters atop the platforms all turned to look at Su Ziyun!

The two inheritances that had once made all three sects bow their heads had reappeared in the world!

The Ba Yue Mountain Master's face had turned ashen. The Holy Son he had painstakingly nurtured for so many years had actually been this incapable of withstanding a single blow!?

"Come at me together. Perhaps then you'll last one move longer!"

On the second-tier platform, Ye Xuan withdrew his fist and swept his gaze across all the prodigies once more.

This punch should have been enough to prove himself, right!?

Yet for a moment, the Holy Son of the Cloud-Leaving Monastery looked toward the Lin Tian Sword Sect's Dharma form and did not enter the arena directly.

Ye Xuan's punch had blown Chen Kun apart, already filling his heart with apprehension.

"That's the Six Treasury Thunder Fist!?"

"In the Ancient Sword Manor, it was you?"

But at that moment, Ouyang Cheng, son of the Western Region's City Lord, suddenly recalled something and sprang to his feet with a cry.

"Luo Ming, your younger brother Luo Feng died by this man's hand!"

"What did you say?" Luo Ming froze upon hearing this.

The others all turned to look at Ye Xuan as well.

Back in the Ancient Sword Manor secret realm, true disciples from all three sects had fallen. Even Chen Duo, the Southern Region City Lord's son, had died within!

Yet even when the experts of the various sects and the Southern Region City Lord arrived in person, they had found no clues.

And now, Ouyang Cheng was saying that the killer was Ye Xuan!?

"I remember now! That man really did use a lightning-path fist technique—it was him!"

Shangguan Hong, son of the Eastern Region City Lord, also rose excitedly and looked at Ji Fengliu. "Brother Fengliu, it was this bastard!"

"He killed Ji Che. There's no way I could be mistaken!"

"You little beast, so it was you who killed my son. You really made this City Lord search hard!"

Naturally, the most enraged was the Southern Region City Lord. He shot up from the high platform, his killing intent surging skyward!

"Whoever cripples Ye Xuan, my Southern Region City Lord's Mansion will offer half the manor treasury as a sect reward!"

The murder of one's son was an enmity that could not exist beneath the same sky, but he still could not make a move at this sect assembly!

"Ji Che..."

"If he had not died, he should have advanced to the Heavenly Gang Realm by now!"

"Ye Xuan, you should not have touched him!"

At this moment, even the ever-composed Ji Fengliu slowly rose from his seat, his handsome face as cold as a frigid pond.

"Hehe, in a secret realm, life and death are left to fate!"

"I killed them, so I killed them. If you want revenge, come fight me!"

Yet faced with the surrounding fury, Ye Xuan merely stood with his hands behind his back and gave a disdainful snort.

He himself could not even remember exactly whom he had killed!

"Damn it!"

"Ye Xuan, I'll kill you and avenge Luo Feng!"

At that moment, the Holy Son of Cloud-Leaving Monastery could endure no longer. His figure flickered, and he descended onto the second-tier platform.

At the same time, one figure from each of the three sects descended as well!

The three sects' Saintesses, who had not acted before!

At this moment, four people surrounded Ye Xuan in the center of the arena!

With both the martial contest and blood feud at stake, they could no longer avoid battle!

For a time, everyone held their breath, their gazes fixed upon the arena. Ye Xuan might be strong, but he now had to face four Heavenly Gang Realm prodigies at once.

"Kill!"

With Luo Ming's furious roar, the four immediately unleashed their strongest martial techniques and divine abilities!

Cloud-Leaving Mountain Suppression!

Cloud Veil Seal!

Explosive Flame Mountain-Sealing Slash!

Fragrant Blossom Sword Slash!

In an instant, Dao Seals, blade radiance, sword blossoms, and the sharp force of countless Dao techniques and martial skills intertwined overhead before crashing down upon Ye Xuan!

On the second-tier platform, wild winds howled and dust churned through the air, nearly swallowing everything within a hundred zhang.

"Die! Just die already!"

Among the crowd below, Ling Tian, who had gambled away his entire fortune, had bloodshot eyes and desperately wished to see Ye Xuan blasted to death!

He finally understood now. The pill duel, the secret realm, and then the alchemy competition—all of it had been because of Ye Xuan!

If not for this man, how could he have ended up in such a miserable state!?

Buzz!

But in the next moment, he was stunned!

Because on the second-tier platform, as the four besieged Ye Xuan, Ji Fengliu suddenly swept his hand. A tide of sword energy surged forth like mountains toppling and seas overturning!

Yet its target was not Ye Xuan.

Boom!

The sword tide erupted, raging waves sweeping outward. Everywhere it passed, the fierce Dao techniques unleashed jointly by Wen Yuyan and the others were crushed to pieces!

Puff, puff, puff!

The tide of swords suppressed all directions. Wen Yuyan, Luo Ming, and the others were all struck by the impact, staggering backward with muffled groans!

Outside the arena, having steadied themselves, they looked at Ji Fengliu, their eyes filled with bewilderment!

What was Ji Fengliu doing!?

The crowd looked at one another in bewilderment as well. This man had actually helped Ye Xuan defuse the joint attack of four people!?

"If you had attacked me just now as well, perhaps that would have been the right choice!"

At this moment, Ye Xuan still stood in the center of the arena with his hands behind his back. Looking at Ji Fengliu as he stepped onto the stage, he gave a faint smile.

"Whether Ji seeks revenge or contends for supremacy, I disdain joining hands with others."

Ji Fengliu's robes fluttered wildly, his black hair whipping in the wind. A silver-glowing longsword wreathed in azure wind patterns slowly rose from his hand.

Its point aimed straight at Ye Xuan.

"Now, this is a battle that belongs to you and me alone!"

"There can be only one true dragon of the Northern Region!"

"Draw your sword!"