Boom!
The illusory shadow conjured by Ling Xiaozi was several tis larger than the Mo Luo Celestial Saint from that day. From a distance, it looked like a Divine Demon standing in mid-air. This was the manifestation of a Celestial Saint Powerhouse's aura!
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Everyone in the city witnessed this astonishing scene.
Behind Ling Xiaozi, dark clouds gathered densely, lightning danced wildly, like a vast sea of clouds, a murderous aura of soldiers and horses surged turbulently.
"Supre Elder!"
The people of the Spirit Coffin Sect were dumbfounded when they saw the figure in the sky.
They never expected.
The predecessor of Spirit Coffin Sect, who was to deal with Ye Qingchen, was actually the Supre Elder who hadn't appeared in over a hundred years.
Moreover.
Is this the power of the Celestial Saint Realm?
With every move, every word, enough to stir heavenly might?
"It seems the negotiation has broken down!"
The Sect Leader of the Spirit Coffin Sect's eyes flickered.
Since the talks have broken down, there was no room for turning back.
"Ye Qingchen!"
As soon as this thought arose.
Ling Xiaozi's voice was already ringing through the air.
Boom!
This voice was accompanied by thunder, stirring the heavens wild clouds. Above the heavens, lightning flashed and thunder roared, storms swept, and torrential rain poured down, instantly drenching the entire Xingyue City.
"Since you are so stubbornly ignorant, don't bla for bullying the weak! I've heard that you once killed the Mo Luo Celestial Saint in the Abyssal Valley Secret Realm. Let's see how you stand against today!"
Ling Xiaozi raised his right hand.
Boom!
The void roared, infinite wild clouds swept in, transforming into a giant palm over a hundred feet in size, that ca crashing down from the sky. From a distance, it seed to cover the sky and the earth, like the collapse of the heavens.
"Is this the true Celestial Saint?"
Ye Qingchen's pupils contracted.
That day.
He had slain the Mo Luo Celestial Saint, but the opponent was rely a remnant soul, nowhere near Ling Xiaozi's half strength. Moreover, this Ling Xiaozi was at least a Celestial Saint Second Layer powerhouse, if not Third Layer!
"Great, let show you my skills!"
"Condense!"
Ye Qingchen laughed heartily.
Ling Xiaozi was not the Mo Luo Celestial Saint from that day, and he was not the Ye Qingchen of the past either.
He clenched his right hand fiercely, the wild winds in the sky rushed forth rapidly, transforming into a peerless azure longsword, which, with a wave of his hand, shot towards the giant palm with a roar.
With a 'bang'!
The heaven-covering giant palm was actually cut apart by Ye Qingchen's sword, losing the support of True Qi, and the giant palm imdiately turned into rolling black clouds, dissipating into the void.
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Ling Xiaozi's second strike had already arrived, he clenched his hand, and the scattered black clouds were suddenly drawn in. The black clouds in the sky rapidly condensed into black arrows, instantly converging on Ye Qingchen like a tornado.
Although these black arrows were ford from the black clouds, they were condensed from Ling Xiaozi's several hundred years of True Qi. Each arrow was half a zhang long, entirely black, with arrowheads that shone coldly, enough to pierce through any Profound Pill Powerhouse's body.
In this instant.
The entire Xingyue City turned into a battlefield, akin to the simultaneous firing of thousands of crossbows.
"Bring it on!"
Ye Qingchen laughed aloud.
He raised his hand and grabbed a sword light, forming a brilliant sword wheel around him. No matter how many arrows rained down, they couldn't co close to him.
"Hmph!"
Upon seeing this, Ling Xiaozi couldn't help but frown slightly.
The thods he had employed would fluster even fellow Celestial Saints. Yet Ye Qingchen remained unaffected, adopting a stance of maintaining status. Although he only had the Profound Core Ninth Heaven, his aura was remarkably condensed, far more troubleso than Ling Xiaozi had imagined.
"Die for !"
Ling Xiaozi clasped his hands fiercely.
In the void, there ca an ear-splitting lion's roar. The black cloud arrows that had been shattered once again coalesced into a formidable black lion. The lion stood with its mane raised and fangs bared, appearing vividly alive.
When the black lion ford, it lunged fiercely.
"Heaven-Embracing Sword!"
Ye Qingchen lifted his hand, lightly drawing his right hand as if clasped in the hand of a lover, and gently slashed. A sword suddenly ford between heaven and earth, sweeping across instantly.
As this sword was unleashed, the giant black lion's body shuddered, transitioning from extre movent to extre stillness, halting abruptly in mid-air. Under countless shocked gazes, the black lion split in two on the spot, vanishing completely.
Within Xingyue City.
Nurous cultivators were silently witnessing this scene.
The two had exchanged only a few moves, yet the power they displayed was terrifying to an extre.
Ling Xiaozi used heaven and earth as his battlefield, commanding clouds and rain, like an undefeated deity. Even more astonishing was that Ye Qingchen, facing such techniques, did not fall behind.
"Ling Xiaozi, is this your strength?" Ye Qingchen calmly retracted his right hand, gazing at the elder in the void, "The Spirit Coffin Sect is vast, surely you are not the only Celestial Saint! You are not my match, bring them all out!"
"Sigh!"
Hearing Ye Qingchen's words, Ling Xiaozi sighed deeply, dispersing the black cloud dragon he was about to condense, and looked at Ye Qingchen with complex emotions. There were certainly more than just him as a Celestial Saint in the Spirit Coffin Sect.
Yet his strength was the greatest, and with age on his side, dealing with Ye Qingchen was naturally most suitable.
But after just one exchange.
The results were clear, Ling Xiaozi understood that even he might not take down Ye Qingchen easily. Moreover, those Celestial Saints were the foundation of the Spirit Coffin Sect, regardless of how many ordinary disciples perished. As long as the Celestial Saints remained, the Spirit Coffin Sect had the potential to rise again.
If even the Celestial Saints were completely wiped out, the Spirit Coffin Sect would entirely lose its foothold on the Tongxuan Continent.
"Truly regrettable! How did the Spirit Coffin Sect provoke a person like you!"
Ling Xiaozi smiled bitterly, his gaze suddenly sharpening, his face showing sorrow, and he said in a mournful voice:
"However, as the Supre Elder of the Spirit Coffin Sect, if I really allow the sect to be destroyed before my eyes, how could I have the face to face the ancestors of the sect in the future?"
"Oh?"
Ye Qingchen's eyebrows furrowed.
He could feel that as soon as Ling Xiaozi uttered these words, his entire aura abruptly changed, the once-encasing withered and decrepit aura instantly shed away, replaced by an awe-inspiring sharpness.
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Ling Xiaozi's head of white hair gradually turned black; the wrinkled and aged skin regained its plumpness and luster.
"Are you burning your life essence?"
Ye Qingchen's gaze deepened.
Originally.
With his Celestial Saint Realm cultivation, Ling Xiaozi could have lived for several more decades without issue. But now, he burned those decades of life in an instant to regain his peak powers.
"Correct!"
Ling Xiaozi slowly opened his eyes.
In just a mont.
He was no longer in his forr declining state, but a middle-aged man in his pri. His originally powerful aura was now even more terrifying, enveloping the entire Xingyue City.
Up until this mont.
Ling Xiaozi was the renowned Supre Elder of the Spirit Coffin Sect on the Tongxuan Continent!
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