Chapter 1027: Invincibility Runs in the Lineage
The Fire Spirit Gully was barren, not a blade of grass growing, a scorched land left behind from endless ages past, never fading.
Figures flickered in the wilderness, and cultivators covered the distant mountains. Many sneered coldly, believing that You Ming was trembling.
On the opposite side, Mo Xue stood with his sword, the great blade in his hand dozens of zhang long. He was like a god, majestic and awe-inspiring.
This sword was forged from Chaos Stone, naturally capable of attracting chaotic energy. Its surface was densely inscribed with runes, forming a world-shaking Dao Sword!
He let out a great roar, wielding the Chaos Sword as he struck, sweeping across the eight directions. At this moment, his disheveled hair flew wildly, his eyes piercing, possessing a momentum that could swallow mountains and rivers.
"Clang!"
Ye Tong raised the great bell, his black hair fluttering as he faced the enemy head-on. The fiery red bell trembled, and a terrifying sound wave surged, as if it could shatter the heavens and extinguish all life.
The Chaos Sword was unstoppable, carrying the power of creation itself.
And Mo Xue was equally formidable, his entire body enveloped in a chaotic halo, like a war god. He wielded the dozens-of-zhang-long great sword, slashing horizontally and vertically, shattering heaven and earth.
Bell and sword clashed, the sound deafening. Chaotic energy filled the air, flames surged skyward, and the place boiled over from the battle.
"Each generation produces its own talents, each leading the way for centuries!"
Jiang Yifei, the master of the Jiang family—a man whose depth few could fathom—sighed softly. His white robes were as pure as snow, his eyes deep, as he spoke these words.
Many couldn't help but nod. The battle before them was breathtaking, and Ye Tong's performance was truly astonishing. He had only just entered the Four Extremes Secret Realm, yet he could suppress a veteran cultivator at the peak of the Four Extremes. This was a miracle.
"Boom!"
Ye Tong struck the bell with his palm, and the fiery red bell emitted a vast, ancient sound, as if it had echoed through the endless ages!
"Too terrifying. It's as if I'm seeing Ye Fan reappear in the world. His disciple carries his invincible style, equally unstoppable!"
The crowd changed color. Even the backs of many sect leaders broke out in cold sweat, knowing they couldn't withstand such an assault.
Ye Tong shook the bell. Though handsome and upright, his eyes now blazed with brilliance, exuding an aura of "none but me" and "I alone am supreme"!
His thick, dense hair flew wildly, giving him a wildness that began to reveal his sovereign-over-the-realm demeanor.
"Crack"
Within the fiery red great bell, the Chaos Sword shattered inch by inch, reduced to powder under the bell's waves. The chaotic light filling the sky was scattered. Mo Xue, his hair disheveled, coughed up blood in great mouthfuls. Trapped by the mountain-sized bell, he was exhausted, blood seeping from his orifices as the chaotic halo around his body collapsed.
"Bang"
In the end, he went all out. A chaotic sea within his body exploded, lifting the great bell high into the air. He flew sideways, escaping the bell's confines.
Mo Xue's eyes were piercing. He took a deep look at Ye Tong, then quickly rushed toward the crowd of the Wanchu Holy Land. The moment he returned, he collapsed backward, blood oozing from every pore.
"What? The Holy Son of Wanchu has been utterly defeated!"
"Ye Tong has won. His strength is truly astonishing. No wonder he's the disciple of the Sacred Body. This invincible style runs in the lineage!"
Everyone couldn't help but exclaim.
Suddenly, at that moment, several giant hands blotted out the sky, pressing down toward Ye Tong in the arena. They intended to crush him into bloody mud, strangling this peerless genius in the cradle.
In the distance, Ye Fan's sword-like brows immediately shot up. His eyes were dazzling, like heavenly swords drawn from their sheaths, sending two bolts of cold lightning through the void. He muttered to himself, "Daring to touch my disciple? None of you want to live!"
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