"What? Is he going to make a move?"
Watching Ye Yun stretch his limbs, The Saint of Eight Extres was both shocked and thrilled.
He eagerly anticipated a true showdown with such a God Realm powerhouse.
Even if he were to lose, The Saint of Eight Extres would have no regrets after such an experience.
WHOOSH!
Ye Yun raised a palm and slapped it towards the giant Iron Fist.
The Saint of Eight Extres now towered ten thousand feet, and a single Iron Fist was dozens of feet across.
Thus, Ye Yun appeared incredibly small beneath the Iron Fist.
His small palm struck the Iron Fist.
THUD!
A muffled groan rang out!
The Saint of Eight Extres shuddered as if struck by lightning. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
This overwhelming force instantly ravaged his internal organs, inflicting serious injuries.
"What formidable power!!"
"This Indestructible Body of Ten Thousand Tribulations is truly mighty!"
The Saint of Eight Extres withdrew his Iron Fist, standing in the surging sea of blood, staring at Ye Yun in shock.
At that mont, his sun-like eyes blazed even brighter, his entire being burning with fighting spirit.
Although injured, The Saint of Eight Extres grew even more defiant.
A blood orb vanished.
The Saint of Eight Extres’ injuries healed in an instant.
He returned to his peak fighting strength.
So many healing orbs appeared after he opened the Life Gate. This Saint of Eight Extres is truly a genius...
Ye Yun laughed secretly in his heart.
「In the valley.」
"..."
Jin Xiaotian stared dumbfounded at the earth-shattering clash between the two powerhouses, utterly speechless.
This Saint of Eight Extres is truly powerful! If I could master this Eight Extres Divine Art, wouldn’t I be invincible among those at the sa cultivation level?
The Big Black Cat gazed at the blood-red giant in the sky, his eyes rolling as he indulged in wild fantasies.
"The Eight Extres Divine Art can only be cultivated by the Human Race. You are a Nine-tailed Spirit Cat—as a Demon Clan mber, you’d better stop dreaming!"
Mu Qing chuckled.
She looked at The Saint of Eight Extres, recalling the Big Black Cat’s words, her mind also filled with possibilities.
She was a mber of the Human Race and possessed the Profound Bird Bloodline. If she had the chance to cultivate the Eight Extres Divine Art, her strength would undergo a heaven-defying transformation. But Mu Qing was very clear-headed; whether she could learn the Eight Extres Divine Art ultimately depended on her Master’s decision.
「A million miles away.」
The Eight Great War Gods watched the clash between the two God Realm powerhouses, their hearts filled with dread.
"Those Cultivators from the outside world are Human Race, just like us. Why are their physical constitutions so freakish?"
The First War God clenched his fists, speaking in disbelief.
This person might be like the Saint, a remarkable prodigy possessing so wondrous Cultivation Technique that has made his physical body so formidable...
The Second War God’s eyes flickered as he analyzed aloud.
"Although this person is very strong, I believe the Saint will surely defeat him!"
The Seventh War God waved his arm, his eyes blazing with fanaticism.
"The Saint will prevail!"
The other War Gods also began to shout, the atmosphere growing fervent.
All Eight Great War Gods had been personally trained by The Saint of Eight Extres, so they had imnse confidence in him.
Just as they were talking, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Saint of Eight Extres and Ye Yun clashed again.
It was a completely head-on, brutal exchange.
Even though Ye Yun’s body was small, his power was imnse. Each ti they collided, it was always The Saint of Eight Extres who was sent flying.
PFFT! PFFT!
The Saint of Eight Extres coughed up blood repeatedly. With each blood orb that vanished, he was restored to his peak fighting condition.
"Fellow Daoist, once the Eighth Divine Gate is open, I will be an immortal existence! The one who will ultimately fail... will undoubtedly be you!"
The Saint of Eight Extres laughed boisterously, his fighting spirit soaring ever higher as he launched a ferocious assault on Ye Yun.
"Immortality? You think too highly of yourself, little one!"
Ye Yun laughed heartily, strolling leisurely through the surging sea of blood as he continuously countered The Saint of Eight Extres’ attacks.
Although this battle appeared extrely fierce, it was a completely one-sided affair.
Under Ye Yun’s assault, The Saint of Eight Extres was utterly powerless, like a helpless chick.
Every ti he was sent flying, a blood orb would abruptly vanish, and The Saint of Eight Extres would instantly be restored to perfect condition.
BOOM! BOOM!
The sound of collisions rang out.
The Saint of Eight Extres resud the fight, seemingly tireless.
This guy is really shaless...
The Big Black Cat tutted, his gaze filled with disdain.
This fighting style is rather unscrupulous. It’s only because Master has such a transcendent mindset. If it were Elder Ruyi Jade Spider, he would have poisoned this Saint of Eight Extres to death long ago!
Mu Qing huffed coldly.
Elder Ruyi Jade Spider is also in the True God Realm. I suppose he’s comparable to The Saint of Eight Extres. Could he defeat him?
The Big Black Cat asked, squinting.
Of course! Don’t you rember Elder Immortal Divine Silkworm’s assessnt?
Mu Qing replied with a smile.
Hmm... you’re right! Elder Ruyi Jade Spider’s poison is truly terrifying. No matter how potent these blood orbs are, once poisoned, The Saint of Eight Extres wouldn’t be able to recover!
The Big Black Cat nodded, a look of realization dawning on him.
Hearing their conversation, Ye Yun sent The Saint of Eight Extres flying with a single punch and smiled faintly.
Ever since erging from the storehouse, Ruyi Jade Spider’s cultivation speed had been incredibly fast. He had now cultivated to the eighth tier of the True God Realm. At this realm, The Saint of Eight Extres wouldn’t stand a chance of victory against him. Even without resorting to poison, Ruyi Jade Spider’s terrifying physical strength alone could have pierced The Saint of Eight Extres to death. That sharp Spider Spear was comparable to a God-level weapon.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The battle continued. The Saint of Eight Extres fought relentlessly, like an indomitable cockroach, launching one charge after another.
His heart was completely filled with an unshakeable belief in his own invincibility.
Therefore, The Saint of Eight Extres would not cease his attacks until he defeated Ye Yun.
The mighty Saint of Eight Extres is actually being beaten into such a sorry state—one can only imagine how terrifying the strength of this white-robed young man must be...
「From a distant void.」
The Feather Ancestor watched in utter astonishnt as the two God Realm powerhouses battled; the shock in his heart was palpable.
He could hardly imagine what the final outco of this battle would be, nor could he predict when it would end.
「Two hours later.」
The battle still raged. The Saint of Eight Extres had launched at least ten thousand assaults against Ye Yun, but every single one had been futile.
"Fellow Daoist," The Saint of Eight Extres stopped in mid-air, cupped his fists, and said calmly, "there’s no point in us continuing this battle. How about we call it a draw?"
"A draw? You are not yet qualified," Ye Yun stated indifferently.
A re True God wants to call it a draw with ? How is that possible? Back in the Demon World, I even killed the Divine Kings of the Seven Great Star Demon Clans. If even Divine Kings were no match for , what then of The Saint of Eight Extres, a True God who hasn’t even reached the Divine Monarch Realm?
"I’m not qualified?"
"How could that be?!"
The Saint of Eight Extres froze, fury instantly erupting in his heart.
Since birth, he had been a supre prodigy. He created the Eight Extres Divine Art, trampled countless peerless talents of the Cultivation World, defied the heavens, and fought his way to invincibility, ultimately reaching his current unrivaled position. If he wasn’t qualified, then no one in the world was!
Ye Yun’s words had rcilessly crushed the pride in The Saint of Eight Extres’ heart.
Therefore, The Saint of Eight Extres, who was usually exceptionally restrained, completely lost control of his emotions at this mont.
A white figure flickered.
Before The Saint of Eight Extres could react, Ye Yun had suddenly appeared before him.
SWISH!
A palm-blade flashed. It tore through the void and struck The Saint of Eight Extres squarely in the lower abdon.
THUMP!
With a sickening thud, blood sprayed violently as the ten-thousand-foot-tall Saint of Eight Extres had his massive body bisected, the two halves sent flying outwards.
With a single palm-blade, Ye Yun had cleaved the formidable body of The Saint of Eight Extres in two.
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