When did Dali produce such a Peerless Prodigy!

Lei Wujie's body crackled with lightning, his aura surging as he threw a punch to meet Ye Jing's incoming palm.

Both were already pinnacle existences within Dali, their mastery of power refined to the utmost subtlety. The clash of fist and palm did not erupt with earth-shaking force.

Instead, it was like a gentle breeze brushing past—as if nothing had happened at all.

But after that exchange, the two separated. Ye Jing stepped back three paces, Lei Wujie seven. Had the wall behind him not stopped him, he would have needed several more steps to steady himself.

A flicker of shock passed through Lei Wujie's eyes. In that brief clash, he sensed within the Black Robe before him a blood vitality as vast and boundless as an ocean.

Such formidable blood vitality—like a deep, unfathomable sea. Who would have thought Dali still hid a Body Refining powerhouse this terrifying?

Lei Wujie rubbed his nearly fractured knuckles without a sound, staring at Ye Jing with wary caution. "Since you're here for Yao Qingyin, how about we take this to the high sky? This place is too cramped—easy to harm the innocent."

Lei Wujie's words suited Ye Jing just fine. Though his control over his own power had reached the peak of subtlety, he hadn't yet unleashed his full strength.

Once he did, he couldn't fully rein it in. Any leakage alone would pose a fatal threat to Yao Qingyin, who was only at the Innate Realm.

And to take down this Peak of Humanity in the shortest time, Ye Jing could not afford to hold back.

A streak of Sword Qi shot out, carving a hole straight through the Heavenly Prison's dome. The two followed it, soaring into the high sky.

Above, they faced off in midair. Ye Jing's robes snapped loudly in the gale.

His face was grim, murderous intent blazing in his eyes. This battle had to end quickly—if this man delayed him, he'd miss the perfect chance to rescue Yao Qingyin.

"Sword Opens Heavenly Gate."

Ye Jing roared, his aura surging without cease, reaching its peak in an instant. A vast Sword Intent erupted from within him, like a whale swallowing rivers and seas.

The air screamed with successive sonic booms. A mighty wave of force radiated outward from Ye Jing, sweeping tiles from nearby rooftops and sending them crashing to the ground.

The overwhelming Sword Intent shot straight into the heavens, then coalesced into a colossal invisible sword tens of zhang long. This great sword contained all of Ye Jing's Sword Intent—its power immeasurable.

The Sword Intent blade descended upon Lei Wujie's crown with the force of splitting heaven and earth.

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

Without time to dwell on it, Lei Wujie instantly unleashed his full aura. In that moment, the starry night sky roared with thunder and flashed with lightning.

"Lightning, come."

Lei Wujie shouted. The flashing lightning surged toward him like a tide, gathering above his head into a spherical ball of electricity several zhang across.

Arcs of lightning danced, radiating terrifying might.

Lei Wujie channeled his Mystic Art, driving the lightning sphere to meet the oncoming Sword Intent blade.

"BOOM!!!"

The lightning sphere and Sword Intent blade collided with a thunderous roar.

"CRACK!!!"

Then, unable to withstand the heaven-splitting sword momentum within the Sword Intent, the lightning sphere exploded outright.

In an instant, the pitch-black Imperial Capital turned bright as day. The intense glare was blinding.

The deafening noise roused the entire capital. One after another, powerful auras rose into the sky, divine senses probing in this direction.

The Sword Intent blade severed the lightning sphere. Though its momentum had weakened somewhat, it still struck at Lei Wujie with unstoppable force, as if it would cleave him in two.

The Sword Intent blade passed through Lei Wujie's body and slammed heavily into Vermillion Bird Street. The street, paved with blue bricks and giant stones, instantly bore a chasm-like sword scar, nearly splitting it in half.

Ye Jing's eyes flickered with surprise. Though the Sword Intent blade had passed through Lei Wujie's body, he sensed no decline in Lei Wujie's aura—as if the strike had cut through empty air.

Ye Jing stared fixedly at Lei Wujie not far away. Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and a grave expression crossed his face.

In the distance, Lei Wujie's figure slowly turned to nothing, vanishing into the void. Behind Ye Jing came his cold voice.

"Are you looking for This Venerable?"

"Don't you know that This Venerable has comprehended the Lightning Dao Principles? Among all laws in the world—time unrevealed, space unmanifest—only my Thunder Dao is the fastest?"

Ye Jing's eyes were full of shock. He turned his head to see Lei Wujie behind him, looking at him with a mocking grin.

Lei Wujie smiled faintly, a trace of disdain in his eyes. He had thought this Black Robe was a Peak of Humanity who had comprehended the Sword Dao, but it turned out he was merely a Great Grandmaster at perfection.

Though he was impressed that this man possessed such terrifying strength at the Great Grandmaster realm, anyone below the Peak of Humanity was an ant. Without reaching that peak, one could never defeat a true Peak of Humanity.

Lei Wujie threw a punch, slamming heavily into Ye Jing's body. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes, as if he wanted to savor the sight of Ye Jing's body exploding into a Blood Mist.

But that amusement barely lingered before a surge of intense pain flooded his expression.

Lei Wujie's face twisted in agony, staring at Ye Jing in utter shock. That punch, carrying his full power, should have shattered this man—yet it felt like striking a golden mountain.

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

"Who exactly are you, to wield so many forbidden legacies?"

Seeing the radiant golden light emanating from Ye Jing's body, Lei Wujie's face changed drastically. Shock filled his eyes as he couldn't help but cry out.

Lei Wujie's mind was in turmoil. He had assumed this man, wielding the Thirteen Swords of Heavenly Annihilation, must be a Sword Sect master—but he also possessed the Suspended Temple's secret art.

The Indestructible Golden Body was the Suspended Temple's forbidden legacy. Since Great Buddha Huineng cultivated it, only the Buddha Son of the Suspended Temple had ever been allowed to practice it.

And then there was that ocean-like blood vitality within this youth—he surely mastered some supreme Body Refining Dao method.

One man bearing several peerless arts, all cultivated to such profound depths. When had Dali ever produced such a Peerless Prodigy?

Even the Great Grandmaster Ranking, said to encompass all of Dali's mighty Great Grandmasters—if its top-ranked were compared to this man, they wouldn't last three moves.

Lei Wujie's eyes were filled with confusion as he ceaselessly speculated on Ye Jing's identity.