Dust filled the sky, red flowers swept over.
One man, one blade.
Yet it hacked out a magnificent montum like a thousand troops charging into battle.
Yellow sand stretched endlessly, smoke signals rose in the desert.
This corner of the Changsheng Sect, the whole area, was engulfed in a wailing sound wave, as if there were no man with a blade, who would disbelieve it was a clash between armies?
The blade energy soared, slicing the entire void into fine strips, and this was only part of the way, the ultimate target was Chen Yang.
Chen Yang's eyebrows furrowed tightly, his eyes narrowed to a slit, the ultimate brilliance flickering endlessly within them.
Divine Conquest!!
Yesterday, when he heard the janitor ntion it, Chen Yang already had this suspicion.
But seeing it with his own eyes at this mont, his heart was still shaken.
This was, for Chen Yang, the first ti he had seen a true Divine Conquest among his peers.
Previously, whether Mu Feng or Ning Yun, they were only at the half-step Divine Conquest, the difference being who was closer to the Divine Conquest.
But right in front of him.
This was a real Divine Conquest.
He looked to be only two or three years older than himself.
The next second.
Chen Yang's eyes suddenly brightened, an overwhelming fighting spirit burst forth from him.
The Ancestral Sword unsheathed, and the vibrations were like a tide.
Clang!
A sword swept westward, like an immortal flying from the heavens.
Ancestral Sword Cry, starting from Chen Yang's feet, cut through the void, the sound of breaking the air like a thousand armies galloping across the battlefield.
In an instant.
Chen Yang stepped forward, sword montum like thunder, causing all the red flowers in the sky to explode into dust, the disciples passing by stopped and stared in amazent, their whole bodies chilled to the bone.
Suddenly, the whole area was in an uproar.
Everyone was rushing to the Arena to witness the fight between Chen Yang and Chen Yuan, who would have thought the battle broke out here first.
The young man in plain clothes.
Holding a war blade, every move stirred up the wind and clouds.
"Isn't that Senior Brother Chen Shuai?"
"Oh my god, why did the two of them start fighting first?"
Everyone in the area was dumbfounded, eyes wide, in shock and uncontrolled excitent and thrill.
anwhile.
Blade and sword clashed, exploding with a roar, bright sparks filled most of the sky.
The turbulent airwaves were visible to the naked eye, sweeping in all directions, pressing trees to the ground, the already broken bluestone slabs being lifted one after another.
These bluestone slabs, before they could be thrown into the sky, were torn apart mid-air, the smoke and dust filling the sky.
At the sa ti.
In the violent airwaves, Chen Yang seed like a leaf boat caught in a huge wave, being lifted, freely tumbling in the air.
Bam.
Over ten ters away, Chen Yang landed in a sorry state, the Ancestral Sword in his hand embedding into the ground at the first mont, yet he still uncontrollably staggered backwards, causing the Ancestral Sword to carve a deep trench in the ground.
Spurt!
At the mont he steadied himself, Chen Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning slightly pale, his grip on the Ancestral Sword bleeding profusely, flesh and blood mangled.
The gap in realms is not sothing that can be easily crossed.
Even if he's Chen Yang, it's not possible!
At least, not now.
In contrast, Chen Shuai stood tall as a mountain, unmoving.
One hand holding the blade, the other behind his back, giving off an otherworldly aura.
At this mont, there was finally a ripple on his ever-unchanging face.
He knew Chen Yang's strength was decent, after all, he was highly praised by the Sect Master, how could he be weak?
But what he never imagined was that the opponent could withstand his strike.
"Hiss!"
The vast site fell into profound silence.
A group that once thought Chen Yang would be embarrassed and heavily injured by a single strike from a Changsheng Sect disciple, all wide-eyed, stunned.
This, it was blocked?
Blocked...
Even though at a disadvantage, in the eyes of those present, it was enough to be proud.
This guy, could actually stand up to a Divine Conquest?!
Too strong.
Of similar age, but a world of difference in combat ability.
Not far away, the Point Commanding Platform.
Chen Changsheng stood side by side with the janitor, mountain winds ruffling their graying hair.
"Tsk, tsk..."
The old man, hands behind his back, couldn't help but marvel, "Withstanding a strike with only minor injuries, how truly remarkable."
"Today he may have lost to Chen Shuai, but there's no denying, his future achievents are limitless."
"Who said he lost?"
Chen Changsheng appeared much more composed, leaning his hands on the railing, chuckling softly like the wind, "The battle has just begun, isn't it too early to make conclusions now?"
"Heh..."
The old man laughed, "On the surface, I admit his talent is extraordinary, but after all, he's not yet reached Divine Conquest, the gap in realms is clear, what else do you have to argue with about?"
"It's just a spar between the young, do you really have to contest with ?"
Chen Changsheng smiled and said nothing.
"Alright, let's keep watching and let you be completely convinced." The old man laughed too, saying nothing more.
At the sa ti.
Chen Shuai spoke up, his tone indifferent, "You're quite good, even Chen Yuan is not your match in a single move, but you're not my opponent."
"Let's end it here."
Speaking to this point, Chen Shuai added, "Congratulations on becoming the chief disciple of our Changsheng Sect! When you step into Divine Conquest, I am willing to fight with you again."
There was no enmity between them, in the end, it was just that the suddenly erging Chen Yang was too dazzling, causing quite a stir, and Chen Shuai, being a martial fanatic and the senior brother, had every reason to spar with Chen Yang.
The world fell silent.
The surroundings were quietly still.
Chen Yang held the sword with one hand, his bearing impressive, his eyes slightly downcast, as though petrified, enduring the cycles of ti, unmoving despite the passage of ti.
If you think about it, he's never lost in his life.
The next second.
His aura began to ripple, like a wild wolf surging up, as his eyes lifted, resembling a Milky Way, the endless starlight flowing within it.
Not a mortal, unmatched vision.
"Hmm?" Chen Shuai raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
"Divine Conquest, I've heard of it for a very long ti, and after coming to Yuning Mountain, you're the first peer Divine Conquest I've seen."
"Today, I, Chen Yang, shall also take this step."
Chen Yang suddenly spoke, a plain sentence, yet causing Chen Shuai's face to change drastically.
Buzz.
Amidst the gentle breeze.
In the stone crevice.
The azure sea and sky, energy swirling, the clouds billowing.
This sudden scene was not just shocking to Chen Shuai, but everyone around, including the janitor at the Point Commanding Platform, all wide-eyed, gasping in disbelief.
"This, this is..."
"How can this be?"
Finally.
In the completely silent scene, Yang Hu, who had followed Chen Yang into battle for ten years, could not contain his excitent and shouted, "Hello, Divine Conquest Chen Yang."
Gu Zhiqing: "..."
Everyone: "..."
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