Ye Tian watched the disciple before him with cold eyes. After fighting him moments ago, he knew this man was no ordinary opponent. He could conceal his cultivation, and his rash emergence today clearly meant he had lain dormant for a long time, intending to establish his prestige by defeating Ye Tian.
The two paused for a moment. Then an odd smile suddenly appeared on the disciple's face. Ink-black smoke rose from his body, and his figure immediately trembled and swelled, transforming into a green-faced, fang-toothed monster.
Ye Tian's expression tightened. This man was not of the Demon Race, but had cultivated a secret transformation technique. Ye Tian had seen such techniques before during his cultivation; they could often multiply one's cultivation severalfold.
The disciple lunged savagely at Ye Tian. Ye Tian gripped his sword hilt and immediately unleashed all his spiritual power. An incomparably brilliant sword radiance lit up along the blade.
The sword radiance slashed forth in shock. The two colors collided and canceled each other out, vanishing in an instant.
Their figures shifted again. A howl like crashing thunder suddenly exploded through the air, faintly shaking the surrounding void.
Seeing that he could not break through the man's defenses even after repeated attacks, Ye Tian immediately held his sword horizontally before him. With a tremor of his wrist, another stream of Sword Qi rose along the blade, and chilling Sword Qi instantly filled the space before him.
With every step Ye Tian took forward, Sword Qi burst forth with him. To the onlookers, it seemed as though hundred-zhang mountain waves had risen before Ye Tian.
The disciple also raised his spiritual power, forming countless walls of energy that sealed Ye Tian in from every direction. His own figure was hidden within them, waiting for an opportunity to