It was at this ti that several more figures appeared above the void. They were both n and won, all with extraordinary deanors and powerful auras. Their every move exuded an air of mystery and nobility as they gazed down from above.
"It seems we’ve arrived late."
"I think it’s just the right ti. We’ve caught a good show."
"This kind of show is dreadfully boring."
"It’s still better than nothing. Let Yi Xing stir up trouble for a while longer. It helps us screen so of the candidates."
"It is said that a thousand years ago, the Sanqing Immortal Sect was unprecedentedly prosperous, not much weaker than the Holy Lands. Who would have thought they would decline to such an extent today!"
"A flash in the pan, that’s all. The Holy Lands have stood for tens of millions of years and are still thriving. How could a re Immortal Sect from the Lower Realm compare?"
Below, another young man could no longer hold back. He stepped forward to challenge the youth from the Yi Clan, but the Yi Clan youth didn’t even nock an arrow. He rely drew his bowstring, and a stream of light shot out, instantly piercing the young man’s brow and annihilating his Divine Soul. After this happened several more tis, a few new young corpses lay upon the ground. Sima Yulong, the True Disciple from the Southern Extre Cave Heaven, entered the fray. He was imdiately struck by an arrow and coughed up blood. With his ridians severed, he only barely kept his life after being fed a stalk of Holy dicine.
"I’ll take you on!" Li Zuoyue stepped forward, his expression defiant. He entered the fray with his fully mastered Heavenly Timing Sword Scripture. His twenty-four swords transford into twenty-four illusory worlds, unsurpassably brilliant, as their sword qi swept across heaven and earth.
"Hm!"
Seeing this, the prodigies from the Nine Heavens were all startled and sowhat surprised.
"Such exquisite Sword Dao!"
"Is this person a disciple of Sanqing?"
"As expected of a once-great sect. Their foundation is indeed a cut above that of ordinary Immortal Sects! I claim this one. Don’t any of you try to fight for him..."
"On what grounds?"
The n and won began to clamor, shocked by Li Zuoyue’s Sword Dao.
Facing Li Zuoyue’s furious strike, Yi Xing was also quite surprised. The edge of this Sword Dao was unparalleled, far beyond his expectations. "I didn’t expect to see such a sword in this desolate place. It’s a pity... you ran into !"
A hint of seriousness finally appeared on his face. He reached down to the Dragon Hawk beneath him, plucked a shimring golden scale-feather with a sharp, frosty tip, and shot it from his bow.
RUMBLE!
A torrent of sharp energy surged forth, like a True Dragon bursting out of the endless Chaos. It crashed into the twenty-four heavens of sword qi with overwhelming, unreasonable force. The sword qi clashed violently with the True Dragon. A sharp, ear-piercing cacophony of CLANGS and CRASHES echoed ceaselessly, the sound waves forming a storm that swept out in all directions. The surrounding prodigies found it difficult to approach, unable to even look directly at the clash.
"There’s hope!"
"Worthy of the Sword Venerable of Heavenly Timing!"
"Are you kidding? This is the Senior Brother of Sanqing’s Saint Heir!"
Everyone grew excited, their hearts filled with anticipation. The next mont, endless sword energy erupted, completely engulfing the True Dragon.
He blocked it!
The first arrow was blocked!
The crowd was thrilled, and countless people cheered. Li Zuoyue had brought honor to the cultivators of the Cangyuan Realm.
Yi Xing’s gaze darkened. Without a word, he loosed a second arrow. The arrow’s aura was boundless, like a primordial, chaotic world. Thunder burst forth wherever it passed, awash with intense immortal light. Its destructive intent was palpable and overwhelming. It even gathered the remnants of the just-destroyed True Dragon, concentrating all that power into a single, surging projectile that shot toward Li Zuoyue.
Li Zuoyue’s pupils contracted as he braced himself. With a raise of his hand, twenty-four swords ford twenty-four heavens, creating a barrier before him.
PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!
The arrow’s montum was astounding, piercing through more than a dozen layers of the sword qi defense as if they were made of paper. Eighteen! Twenty! The arrow’s force had weakened considerably but was still formidable. It forcibly tore through the last four layers of defense and pierced Li Zuoyue’s shoulder.
The onlookers all cried out in alarm and hurriedly crowded around him.
"Even Senior Brother Li can only take one arrow?"
"This man’s strength is truly terrifying!" the disciples exclaid, their expressions filled with fear.
High above, Zhuo Canglang remarked, "The arrows of the Yi Clan are not so easily caught."
Dugu Qingqian added, "He probably can’t shoot many more arrows like that one. If it were truly blocked, he would lose!"
Luo Binglan shook her head. "He was close, but the difference was still imnse."
They could all see that Yi Xing had used his true strength. His clan possessed unique inheritances, and his own talent was exceptional, making him a formidable warrior. If Li Zuoyue had a few more years to cultivate, he could have fought him on equal footing, perhaps even winning. But there were no ’ifs’ in life. A loss was a loss.
Subsequently, Xiang Tiange, Qin Guangling, and others went up to fight one after another, each displaying impressive combat power. Xiang Tiange’s physique was robust. To everyone’s amazent, he managed to take one of Yi Xing’s arrows with his body and still charge forward. Yet at the critical mont, Yi Xing employed a unique footwork technique to widen the gap before severely wounding him with another arrow. Qin Guangling’s insidious and formless sound attack was equally remarkable, and it threw Yi Xing into a state of montary confusion. The onlookers cried out at the thrilling spectacle.
But it was a pity. Yi Xing quickly adjusted and repelled him within two arrows.
No one could withstand the third arrow.
The furious crowd instantly cooled down. Their gazes, fixed on the figure in the center of the field, were now filled with terror and despair. He was too powerful. This young man from the Yi Clan of the Nine Heavens was simply too strong. Compared to him, they were not on the sa level; the gap was like that between heaven and earth.
The prodigies of the Sanqing Immortal Sect were already powerful. There were even a few monts when Yi Xing’s expression turned grim, giving the crowd a glimr of hope. But the outco was still not what they wished for. Yi Xing’s strength was simply too great, a whole level above their own.
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