When Had Such a Peerless Prodigy Appeared in Dali?!

Lightning flashed across Lei Wujie's body, and his aura surged. He threw a punch at Ye Jing's palm as it came toward him.

The two were already among the top powers in Dali, and their control over their strength had reached the utmost pinnacle of precision. When fist and palm collided, they didn't unleash a world-shaking roar.

Instead, it was like a gentle breeze brushing past, as though nothing had happened.

But after that exchange, they each pulled back. Ye Jing retreated three steps, while Lei Wujie fell back seven. If the wall behind him hadn't stopped him, he might have needed several more steps to regain his footing.

A flash of astonishment crossed Lei Wujie's eyes. In that brief exchange, he had sensed the vast, oceanlike vitality brewing within the Black Robe before him.

What powerful vitality—like an ocean, unfathomable in its depths. He hadn't expected that such a terrifying Body Refining expert was still hidden in Dali.

Lei Wujie discreetly rubbed his fist, which felt as though it had nearly been shattered, and eyed Ye Jing warily. "Since you've come for Yao Qingyin, why don't we take this fight up into the sky? This place is too small; it'll be easy to hurt the innocent."

Lei Wujie's suggestion suited Ye Jing perfectly. Though he had brought his control over his strength to the utmost pinnacle of precision, he hadn't used his full power just now.

If he unleashed all his strength, he would struggle to keep it completely in check. Even the slightest leak of power would be enough to kill Yao Qingyin, who was only in the Innate Realm.

And if he wanted to bring down this Peak of Humanity in the shortest time possible, Ye Jing could afford to hold nothing back.

A streak of Sword Qi shot out, slicing a hole through the roof of the Heavenly Prison. The two flew up through it into the sky.

High above, they hovered in a face-off, Ye Jing's robes snapping in the gale.

Ye Jing's expression was solemn, and a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes. This battle had to end quickly. If this man held him up, he would surely miss the best chance to rescue Yao Qingyin.

"Sword Opens Heavenly Gate!"

Ye Jing shouted. His aura continued to climb, reaching its peak in the blink of an eye. His immense sword intent erupted from within him like a whale swallowing rivers and seas.

The air boomed with successive sonic bursts. Waves of force surged outward from Ye Jing like towering breakers, sweeping across the surroundings. Wherever they passed, the roof tiles of nearby houses were ripped away and scattered to the ground.

The vast sword intent shot straight into the heavens, then transformed into an invisible giant sword dozens of zhang long. It contained every bit of sword intent within Ye Jing, its might immeasurable.

With the force of creation itself, the sword of intent came crashing down toward Lei Wujie's crown.

"The Thirteen Swords of Heavenly Annihilation! You're from the Sword Sect!"

There was no time to wonder. Lei Wujie immediately unleashed his full aura. In an instant, the star-studded night sky thundered, streaked with lightning.

"Lightning, come!"

Lei Wujie shouted. The flashing bolts surged toward him like a rising tide, gathering above his head into a circular sphere of lightning several zhang across.

Arcs danced across it, radiating terrifying power.

Lei Wujie drew on his Mystic Art, driving the sphere of lightning toward the oncoming sword of intent.

"BOOM!!!!"

The sphere of lightning and the sword of intent collided with a thunderous crash.

"CRACK!!!"

The sphere couldn't withstand the world-splitting force contained in the sword of intent. It burst apart.

In an instant, the Imperial Capital, black as ink moments before, turned as bright as day. The blinding light was so intense that people couldn't even open their eyes.

The deafening crash jolted the entire Imperial Capital. One powerful aura after another rose into the sky, while Divine Souls probed toward the disturbance.

The sword of intent had split apart the sphere of lightning. Though its power had diminished somewhat, it remained horrifying to behold, hurtling toward Lei Wujie with unstoppable force, as if to cleave him in two.

The sword of intent passed straight through Lei Wujie's body, then slammed into Vermillion Bird Street. The street, paved with massive blue bricks and stones, was instantly gouged by a canyonlike sword scar, nearly splitting it in two.

A flicker of surprise crossed Ye Jing's eyes. Though the sword of intent had passed through Lei Wujie, he couldn't sense the slightest weakening in Lei Wujie's aura. It was as if the strike had cut through empty air.

Ye Jing fixed his gaze on Lei Wujie in the distance. Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and his expression turned grave.

Lei Wujie's figure slowly faded into nothingness, then vanished from the world. Behind Ye Jing, Lei Wujie's cold voice rang out.

"Looking for me?"

"You don't know that I've comprehended the Lightning Dao Principles? In this world, unless one masters time, space remains beyond one's reach. But when it comes to speed, nothing surpasses the Thunder Dao!"

Ye Jing stared in shock and turned around. Lei Wujie stood behind him, watching him with an amused expression.

Lei Wujie smiled faintly, a hint of disdain in his eyes. He'd thought the Black Robe before him had reached the Peak of Humanity by comprehending the Sword Dao. He hadn't expected him to be only a Great Grandmaster at full mastery.

He was impressed that this man could wield such terrifying strength at the Great Grandmaster Realm. But beneath the Peak of Humanity, everyone was an ant. Until one reached that peak, one could never defeat someone who had.

Lei Wujie threw a punch, landing it squarely on Ye Jing. A smile touched his eyes, as if he were eager to admire the sight of Ye Jing's body being blasted into a cloud of blood.

But the smile had barely lingered when a wave of searing pain rose in his eyes.

Lei Wujie's face twisted with pain. Staring at Ye Jing in disbelief, he could hardly believe that the punch he'd thrown with all his strength—one he'd expected to smash this man to pieces—had felt like striking a mountain of gold.

"Indestructible Golden Body! You actually possess the Suspended Temple's supreme art, the Indestructible Golden Body!"

"Who are you, to possess so many secret arts?"

Seeing the brilliant golden radiance emanating from Ye Jing, Lei Wujie's expression changed dramatically. Shock filled his eyes, and he couldn't help crying out.

Lei Wujie's thoughts churned like a storm-tossed sea. He'd assumed that the man before him possessed the Thirteen Swords of Heavenly Annihilation and must therefore be a master of the Sword Sect. He hadn't expected him to also possess the Suspended Temple's secret art.

The Indestructible Golden Body was a secret art of the Suspended Temple. Ever since Great Buddha Huineng mastered it, only the Buddha Son of the Suspended Temple had ever been permitted to cultivate it.

And the vitality within this man was like an ocean. He must have mastered some supreme Body Refining art as well.

This man possessed several peerless arts and had cultivated every one of them to an astonishing level. When had such a peerless prodigy appeared in Dali?

The Great Grandmaster Ranking claimed to include every powerful Great Grandmaster in Dali. But compared with this man, the ranking's top entry wouldn't last three moves.

Lei Wujie's eyes were full of confusion as he kept trying to guess Ye Jing's identity.