"Supre Elder!"
The mbers of the Spirit Coffin Sect, looking at Ling Xiaozi who had rejuvenated, felt the aura within him that had climbed back to its peak, and couldn't help but let out a mournful cry.
Even the Sect Leader of the Spirit Coffin Sect had a complex gaze.
He never expected it.
Ye Qingchen was actually so powerful, forcing the Supre Elder to burn his life.
Of course.
Not only him.
In Xingyue City, hardly anyone could imagine soone could push Ling Xiaozi, the unparalleled Divine Demon who hadn't appeared for a century, to such an extent. Although he hadn't erged for a century, the Spirit Coffin Sect remained unyielding precisely because of the Heavenly Saint battle in Xingyue City over a hundred years ago.
That battle established the Spirit Coffin Sect as the top sect in the Tongxuan Continent.
That battle also solidified Ling Xiaozi's status as the Supre Elder!
Even though.
A hundred years ago, that battle left him severely injured, his potential lost. But as long as he sat in the ancestral hall, he was enough to suppress an area.
Now.
The Supre Elder makes his move once again.
"Crackling!"
Ling Xiaozi stretched his body.
From within him ca a sound like the mighty flow of the Yangtze River, even his entire body emitted a glow, like blue jade, his whole being covered with a layer of transparent sheen.
Whoosh!
It seed as though he was familiarizing himself with the suddenly rejuvenated body, Ling Xiaozi's gaze directly turned to Ye Qingchen.
"Boom!"
In that instant, his power was several tis more formidable than before.
Ye Qingchen felt a sudden mountain, almost without warning, crashing down without interval.
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
Ye Qingchen soared into the air, and under his feet, that ancestral hall of a hundred feet radius where Ling Xiaozi had sat for over a hundred years, had in an instant turned into ruins. Even half of the Spirit Coffin Sect had been flattened.
"Haha, go!"
Ling Xiaozi commanded the heavens, suddenly raising his hand to grab.
"Boom!"
The vast black clouds enveloping Xingyue City seed to have found an outlet at that mont, suddenly, like a breached flood, sweeping towards Ye Qingchen. As the dark clouds descended, they transford into a giant hand.
From afar.
That giant cloud hand seed like a divine hand reaching out.
A hand that covers the sky!
Witnessing this scene, everyone was left dumbstruck.
This battle had already surpassed their imagination; the might of the Celestial Saint powerhouse was simply astonishing. Even the entire Xingyue City seed shaken at that mont.
"Break!"
Ye Qingchen's gaze was heavy, wielding the Heaven-Embracing Sword, he shattered the descending giant hand.
"Hmph!"
Seeing this, Ling Xiaozi coldly snorted.
He virtually gripped his right hand.
Only hearing a 'swish',
from the ruins of the ancestral hall, a beam of light suddenly shot up into his palm. With Ling Xiaozi bending his hand to grip it, it turned into a fiery long sword, four feet in length, weighing 13,600 catties, with an antique and majestic sword body, it's a heavy sword without a sharp edge!
This!
It's the Pure Yang Sword!
"Old friend, long ti no see!" Ling Xiaozi brushed the sword with his hand, his eyes full of battle spirit, "Today, let us fight side by side once more!"
With the appearance of the Pure Yang Sword, Ling Xiaozi's aura intensified by threefold, from afar, he looked like a blazing sun.
Swish!
He suddenly raised his sword and swung.
In an instant, he transford into a dragon dancing in the Ninth Heaven, like soaring through the clouds and mist, carrying a radiant sunlight glow, descending from above in an attack, almost imdiately falling upon Ye Qingchen.
"Not good!"
Ye Qingchen's gaze was heavy, his right hand clasped, the mottled Netherworld Sword appeared in his palm. Facing this terrifying sword strike, his whole body surged with star power like a tide, his robes fluttering, he suddenly raised his sword for a slash, striking against Ling Xiaozi's sword that traversed the heavens and earth.
"Clang!"
A sound like tal striking rang out.
It was as if a ten-thousand-pound hamr struck an iron foundation.
Ling Xiaozi stood completely motionless, but Ye Qingchen, under the power of this sword, retreated violently, his feet stuck to the ground, leaving a mark of five hundred ters!
"Is this the power of the Celestial Saint? Isn't this the power we've been desperately pursuing? If we had such power, how could Ye Qingchen make our Spirit Coffin Sect unable to fight back?"
Di Jingfei clenched his fists and said.
The other disciples of the Spirit Coffin Sect also had infinite longing in their eyes.
Truly worthy of the Supre Elder.
With a simple gesture, he could already move the heavens and earth, overwhelming Ye Qingchen, this Divine Demon.
And Luo Huan, the Zhou Family Siblings, and others had their hearts in their throats.
The strength Ling Xiaozi showed at this mont was already no different from a Land Immortal, reversing the situation, pressing Ye Qingchen down; does this not an that Ye Qingchen is soon to be defeated?
Everyone thought to themselves.
They saw.
Ling Xiaozi had already taken a step forward, once again like shrinking the earth to an inch, suddenly closing in on Ye Qingchen. The Pure Yang Sword in his hand suddenly rolled, bringing up a huge wave like a raging tide, transforming into a vast white Powerful Qi, sweeping across hundreds of ters in an instant.
"Slash!"
Ye Qingchen raised his right hand, and the Netherworld Sword in his hand transford into a brilliant sword light, slashing forward.
"Boom!"
Another startling loud noise rang out.
It was like a thunderclap striking Xingyue City.
Although Ye Qingchen split the white light with one sword, he retreated violently again, and his previous position was shattered by the wave of explosions.
"Again!"
Ling Xiaozi again swung his sword fiercely, closing in once more.
Ye Qingchen held the Netherworld Sword, his gaze neither sad nor joyful.
The Powerful Qi erupted by the two was like a huge tidal wave, constantly sweeping and spreading toward the surroundings, turning the entire Xingyue City into wreckage. Countless people caught up in the battle cried and fled in panic.
"God, are they still human?"
"The entire Xingyue City has been leveled by them!"
Even powerhouses at the Profound Core Ninth Heaven couldn't face this battle directly.
Only beings at Half-Step Celestial Saint could stand at the front to watch the battle.
The more people watched, the more horrified they felt inside.
Before this, everyone only thought Celestial Saint powerhouses were powerful and terrifying. But how powerful exactly, they had no concept. But now, Ye Qingchen and Ling Xiaozi clashed like this, using the heavens and earth as their stage, wreaking havoc on the entire Xingyue City.
"The Supre Elder is truly too strong!"
"Yes! Under the Supre Elder's attack, Ye Qingchen can't fight back at all!"
And the Spirit Coffin Sect crowd had flushed faces, extrely excited.
Ever since Ling Xiaozi started burning his life force, his every move carried the might of the heavens and earth; Ye Qingchen, who could barely defend against him, imdiately fell into disadvantage, almost being pressed down by Ling Xiaozi now.
The saying goes, prolonged defense will surely result in loss; as long as Ye Qingchen shows any flaw, it will be the ti of his death.
But as they thought this, they didn't know Ling Xiaozi was almost spitting blood.
Originally.
In his view, as long as he burned his life force, taking down Ye Qingchen would be a piece of cake, right? But this kid's strength was beyond imagination, his aura so robust, his physique so strong.
All-out one strike, but the opponent could weaken most of the force with just a counterattack, the remaining could be easily withstood with the flesh.
Facing such a foe whom even exhausting all his ans could not hurt, Ling Xiaozi felt at a loss: "What's going on with this kid? Not only is his body indestructible, but his True Qi is also so condensed..."
"Clang!"
He thought to himself.
Ye Qingchen had already raised his hand and blocked Ling Xiaozi's strike again, sneering coldly:
"It's useless, Ling Xiaozi! Your life force is insufficient, your power compared to peak tis is less than one-tenth; trying to kill with this thod is impossible. Show your final hand!"
Ling Xiaozi heard this, his expression changed again and again.
He took a deep look at Ye Qingchen and actually nodded and said:
"Good!"
As these words ca out, his body shone even more, his originally middle-aged face, returned to youth, turning into a young man, into a teenager in an instant.
Suppose.
Previously, Ling Xiaozi burning life force was turning his candle of life into a torch, but now it was pouring a barrel of flammable oil onto this torch. Using up all his few decades left in this mont.
Until his face fully transford into a youthful appearance, Ling Xiaozi suddenly stepped on the void, holding the Pure Yang Sword, seemingly using all his strength to shout:
"Pure Yang Nine Swords!"
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