I really became a king.

Chapter 53: Three Steps to Break the White Tiger

"Zangetsu? Just you?"

Ye Zichen looked at the shaky Wu Xiang behind Jiang Yi, and shook his head with a smile, still looking calm, and then his face became serious:
"Today I will show you the true power of the immortals!"

The wind and clouds rolled behind him, and accompanied by a roar of a beast, a white tiger about ten feet long appeared, howling towards the sky, echoing throughout the entire arena.

"Is this... the fourth realm of the secular sect—the Dharma Realm?" An Ruhai looked solemn.

“As expected of him, he is the heir of a secluded sect. He has entered the fourth realm at the age of twenty. The Dharma image he condensed is that of the sacred beast White Tiger. This battle is hanging in the balance…” Shangguan Bing was not optimistic about Jiang Yi.

Both secular martial arts and the immortal methods of the secular sects are divided into nine realms. Compared with secular martial arts, the cultivation of secular sects takes more time and consumes more resources, but at the same time, the strength of secular sects will crush martial artists at the same realm.

This is recognized.

Jiang Yi is also in the fourth realm. It will be very difficult for him to win against Ye Zichen, who is also in the fourth realm.

"Below the immortal path, we are all ants!"

"Today I will make you understand that ants are always ants and are not worthy of being as glorious as my immortal way!"

Ye Zichen decided that he would not hold back today and would kill Jiang Yi with a thunderous force in front of everyone, thereby announcing that the secular sect had officially descended into the secular world.

"Ants? In the eyes of you secular people, all of us secular people are ants, as lowly as grass."

"But being an ant doesn't mean being lowly. Ants can also rebel against the heavens!"

After saying that, Jiang Yi took a step forward, and the Wu Xiang that was originally crumbling and in pieces behind him collapsed with a loud bang, causing a burst of exclamations.

How can we fight like this? The martial arts collapsed before we even started.

Amidst the exclamations, Jiang Yi took the second step, and a cloud appeared behind him. The wind and clouds rolled, and there was a faint momentum of a tsunami. A lake about ten feet in size appeared behind him, with waves rising one after another, and there was a faint momentum of a vast ocean.

The previous decadent and shaky situation was swept away.

"It seems you are pretending, but it's no use!"

Ye Zichen looked at Jiang Yi who had reunited with Wu Xiang, and didn't care at all. If he had not reached the fourth level, he might have had to fight hard. But now, he was in the fourth level, and the difference in strength was huge!

"As expected of a descendant of a holy land... How could he be so talented? He has already entered the fourth realm at the age of twenty. This aptitude is definitely top-notch among all the other sects."

Wu Xiang and Fa Xiang appeared in the air at the same time, but their auras were very different. Almost everyone was not optimistic about Jiang Yi's return to the top. Although they were both in the fourth realm, they had no chance of winning this battle.

“The secular sect wants to decide the outcome of the battle in one battle!” The old man with a long beard who came from the northern border showed hidden worry. With the momentum of a great victory, they returned to the secular world. The whole secular world might be in turmoil again.

"The development of martial arts and immortality together shows the prosperity of the human world. This is originally a good thing, but people outside the world are used to freedom and ease. They think they are superior to others and treat ordinary people as grass. They have the power to decide life and death."

"The arrival of a secular sect into the secular world is a disaster, not a blessing!"

Mo Ruhai sighed. Could it be that the struggle between the secular world and the otherworldly world ten thousand years ago was going to be staged again?

"Can you stop this massacre in the world..."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jiang Yi took the third step, which was also an earth-shattering step.

As he took a step forward, heaven and earth resounded, and the newly condensed Lake Water Realm Dharma Image collapsed again. First there was a flame, and then a blood-red lotus candlestick. It was this small cluster of flames that instantly broke the might of the White Tiger Dharma Image that was howling to the sky and the earth.

Then, under the blood-colored lotus platform, a blood-colored lake appeared. The waves were surging, one wave after another, one wave higher than the other, and in an instant, the waves were surging and huge.
Then there was a loud bang, and the huge waves were instantly ignited. The original blood-colored lake turned into a sea of ​​fire. The cluster of flames on the blood-colored lotus platform in the center seemed to be giving orders. Every time it swayed, the sea of ​​fire rolled along. The heat wave rushed to the sky, with the tyranny of burning everything, and the entire Colosseum seemed to be shrouded in this sea of ​​fire and heat.

The power of Ye Zichen's White Tiger Dharma Form also dropped drastically the moment Jiang Yihun's Fire Martial Form appeared. It no longer had the domineering aura that it had before, and became a little hesitant, as if it was afraid.

Tuo Xiaoliu wiped the sweat from her face, but there were no sweat stains. However, she always felt that she was in a heat wave, and the heat was unbearable. She couldn't help asking:
"What kind of martial arts is this?"

“I don’t know…” Tuo San beside him shook his head blankly and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his forehead.

"So, the prince won't necessarily lose?" Tuo Xiaoliu was still wearing the clothes of a cook in Prince Duan's mansion and was a little excited. She was sent out by Princess Mo Li of Prince Yi to investigate the situation.

To be precise, he was deceived by her persistence and sweet talk.

"This...is this soul fire?"

"Yes, it is the soul fire!"

"Forge the soul lamp, light the soul fire, he actually cultivated the soul fire!"

Mo Ruhai, the white-bearded old man, Jiang Mo and the others were all shocked, and their expressions were all cheered up.

There is only one person in ten thousand who can cultivate soul fire!

With this strange fire in hand, his combat power would soar, and it was not impossible for him to overpower the hermit cultivators of the same level.

That is, at the moment when Jiang Yizhao displayed his Soul Fire Martial Form, Ye Zichen, who was in a calm state of mind, felt as if he was in a vast sea of ​​fire, with a huge heat wave rushing towards him, and the smooth and agile magic power in his body became obscure and difficult to control.

The white tiger image behind him let out a roar, as if it could not withstand the burning of the raging fire.

With a casual spell, a white magic shield appeared in front of him, hitting a white tiger that roared to the sky. Only then did he feel relaxed, and the magic power in his body became smooth and agile again.

“Soul Fire Dharma, he actually cultivated the Soul Fire!”

Ye Zichen was filled with envy. To cultivate soul fire, one must devour strange fire, and strange fire was absolutely a supreme treasure to those people who lived outside the world.

"I guess this is your trump card. Once I kill you, the strange fire will be mine, and everything you have will be mine!"

Remembering the stern warning from the sect elders before leaving, Ye Zichen knew that he could only win this battle and not lose, and he had to win cleanly.

"So what if the Soul Fire Dharma is in effect? ​​You will die anyway!"

After he finished speaking, he made a spell with his hand, and the white tiger behind him roared towards the sky. The package behind Ye Zichen burst open, revealing a rectangular box.

The box is half a meter wide and five feet long. It is pitch black and appears to have been carefully crafted. There are runes engraved on it, making it look very mysterious.

Ye Zichen cast a spell with his fingers, and a hole opened on the black box.

"out!"

With a loud shout, a white light flew out of the box and attacked Jiang Yi like lightning.

"This is the art of wielding a sword!" Many people stared at him.

Flying swords and sword-controlling techniques are the signature spells of the secluded sect and are almost compulsory courses for all sword practitioners.

(End of this chapter)