Boom—
The red sand of the vast desert surged furiously, with layers of sandwaves hundreds of feet high colliding with the sky. The ground quaked, and in the void, two figures were rapidly exchanging blows, resulting in a series of terrifying collisions that shook heaven and earth, and caught everyone’s eye.
Such a level of battle hardly seed like a duel between the younger generation; it was more like a life-and-death struggle between veteran Martial Gods who had stood in the Martial God Realm for many years, fierce and fearful.
Divine light surged, and two streams of gold clashed, causing the void to tremble with each collision.
This attracted the attention of countless people, for this was an unprecedented duel, the ultimate showdown among the younger generation.
One was Ye Chen, the Crownless King who dominated the Trial Road, before whom even several self-proclaid kings and super experts had to bow and flee in defeat.
The other was a peerless figure from the Tianqi Empire, whose true origins were unknown to most, but who had commanded a Heavenly God to respectfully and fearfully address him as "sir," a testant to the terror of the golden-armored youth, unquestionably extraordinary.
The clash of these two summit figures of the younger generation naturally drew all eyes.
Yang Shaoqi’s expression was complex as he watched this earth-shattering battle. An ancient prodigy, sealed with a precious World Heart Fragnt personally by the Divine Ancestor since the Ancient Era, he had encountered Yang Wushuang a year ago. He had been aloof and unruly, considering himself invincible among his peers and had challenged the other.
But the outco was tragic; he didn’t stand a chance and was easily defeated, becoming his nightmare.
The other figure was the very Crownless King who had recently shattered his confidence, with unparalleled combat strength.
Watching these two outstanding young n, who could even evoke a sense of despair in himself, Yang Shaoqi’s eyes were filled with complexity.
Boom boom boom—
In the battle between Ye Chen and Yang Wushuang, they exchanged hundreds of moves in just a brief mont. Despite their use of the most common techniques, an extraordinary power that turned decay into magic rippled through the air, causing even the Primordial Great Desert to tremble as if it was about to collapse.
In fact, contrary to what many had anticipated, they didn’t engage in a fight to the death. After a series of collisions, they quickly parted ways without continuing the battle, leaving many feeling regretful for not witnessing this unprecedented pinnacle duel of the younger generation.
Blood stread continuously between Ye Chen’s fingers, radiant with a golden glow. Even soone with the Human Origin Golden Body had taken a hit, which said a lot.
Similarly, Yang Wushuang’s fist was also covered in bright blood, his knuckles split and shining with a bloody light.
Clearly, neither had gained an advantage in this collision; they were evenly matched and ended in a draw.
"You’re not bad, the first person of the younger generation to make bleed," said Yang Wushuang, "but know this—my blood isn’t shed in vain; it will cost you dearly." At that mont, the series of blood drops on his fist suddenly burst with a bewitching crimson glow, each drop shimring like a Blood Diamond, as he flung them forth.
Boom—
More than a dozen blood drops, each infused with Divinity and powerful Divine Power, were propelled forward and transford into sharp Divine Spears in the blink of an eye.
This alard everyone, for such a Blood Spear possessed a terrifying penetrative ability, and once unleashed, it was bound to pierce through the defenses of a Martial God expert.
Yet Ye Chen coldly replied, "Do you think my blood will be shed in vain?"
Clang—
With a resonant sound, the Golden Blood flowing from Ye Chen’s pointed fingers was grasped by him, transforming entirely into Heavenly Swords. Solidifying blood into weapons, they clashed with the Blood Spear.
In the void, after several tallic clangs like thunder, golden and blood-red brilliance erupted, and both the Blood Spear and the Golden Swords shattered.
At this mont, Yangg Wushuang truly began to take things seriously, his face showing solemnity as he said, "Not bad, you’ve withstood my strike, and you have the right to be proud. However, you should realize that you’re not yet a match for a true king. If you can withstand my next strike, I will spare your life. The Tianqi Empire will not pursue any grievances with you upon the Trial Road."
Yangg Wushuang was pleased with the hunt, his hands forming seals, and then, suddenly, a sun-like brilliance appeared in his embrace, radiating out in blinding light billions of zhang in magnitude, unleashing a majestic Divine Power.
The Sun Seal!
It turned out to be the Tianqi Empire’s ultimate technique, the Sun Seal, and Ye Chen had faced it before—it wasn’t the first ti. He too was versed in this Divine Art, but this ti the Sun Divine Power wielded by Yangg Wushuang was magnificently imposing, the terror of its power far surpassed anything Yangg Shaoqi or that previous Gate Master had ever displayed. They were incomparable.
The grand sun hung across the sky, resembling a Golden Crow sweeping through heaven and earth. Its terrifying fluctuations shook the hundred-mile radius of the Primordial Great Desert, with dust swirling and the desert like smoke.
Vast expanses of red sand lted into liquid directly, illustrating just how scorching the temperature of this sun could be as large areas of the desert sand turned into flowing magma.
Yangg Wushuang pushed the Sun Seal toward Ye Chen, and with a roaring shout exploded, "It is said that you also understand our clan’s Sun Seal, which is indeed quite interesting. I want to see just how formidable you really are."
Streams and wisps of Essence Fire burst forth from him, enveloping the skies above Ye Chen, endless and overwhelming, pressing down upon the clouds.
Wherever it passed, the red sand lted.
Ye Chen took a deep breath, his black hair suddenly exploding outward as he operated an otherworldly Divine Skill—not the Sun Seal, but instead the Dao Treasure Bottle Seal hovered above his head. The mouth of the vase aid forward, not spraying forth Divine Light but instead becoming profoundly boundless, turning into a black hole suspended in the air, devouring the endless Sun Essence Fire!
The Dao Treasure Bottle Seal was reputed as a truly Supre Divine Power within the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms, only a few individuals could master it. Naturally, it was not rely a simple attack, encompassing all sorts of Ultimate Profound anings.
Ye Chen could naturally evolve it to another level—devouring!
The mouth of the vase directly transford into a rotating black hole hovering above Ye Chen’s head, its profound depth startling, coupled with boundless absorptive force erupting, constantly swallowing the Essence Fire shot out by the grand sun, consuming like a whale swallowing torrents.
"Hmm?" Yangg Wushuang uttered in surprise, then his Divine Power surged, the Sun Seal fully unleashing, infinite Essence Fire transforming into a sky encompassing the blaze, burning across the Nine-layered Cloud Vault, falling layer upon layer.
Within this sea of fire, a true Sun Essence Fire was evolved, the Supre Dao Fire was incomparably scorching, capable of charring heaven and earth, piercing through the void.
This stream of Sun Essence Fire fluctuated in the sea of fire as if intending to incinerate the entire Cangyu, accompanied by endless flas sweeping towards Ye Chen.
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