If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"This oppressive aura... I feel like an ant!"

"The Holy Son was hiding his true strength?! This is his complete form?!"

Faced with this overwhelming pressure.

Ye Changfeng simply made a gesture.

Draw your sword.

"Your nonsense is more abundant than your true energy."

Clang—!!!

A clear, resonant sword cry tore through the oppressive purple aura that filled the sky.

There's nothing fancy about the starting stance.

Ye Changfeng transformed into a white streak of light and vanished from the spot in an instant.

next second.

He had already appeared above Ye Wushang's head.

A single sword strike!

Simple, direct, and brutal.

There were no unnecessary movements; his sole purpose was to kill.

"Hmph, a mere trick."

Ye Wushang didn't even lift his eyelids, and gently waved his right hand.

slam-la-

Nine small purple flags flew out from his sleeves.

【Nine Heavens God-Locking Array】!

The nine flags instantly swelled in the wind, transforming into nine pillars of light that trapped Ye Changfeng firmly in the middle.

"This is cheating, isn't it?!"

Mo Chengyue's eyes twitched as he watched.

"Just casually tossing out a set of high-grade spiritual artifact formations? Even if you're rich, you can't just squander money like that!"

however.

From within the formation came Ye Changfeng's icy voice.

"break."

Tear--!

The array light barrier, which was said to be able to trap cultivators at the peak of the Core Formation stage, was actually as thin as paper and was split in half by a cyan sword aura!

Ye Changfeng broke through the formation, his sword momentum undiminished, pointing directly at Ye Wushang's brow.

"Um?"

A hint of surprise finally flashed in Ye Wushang's eyes.

But he did not panic.

He formed a mudra with his hands and uttered a soft incantation.

"The Heavenly Demon Strategy: All Demons Pay Homage!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless purple demonic shadows appeared out of thin air, densely packed like locusts, surging towards Ye Changfeng.

Each demonic shadow possesses the self-destruct power equivalent to the late Foundation Establishment stage!

This is the ruthless aspect of the "Infinite Firepower" playstyle.

I'll just stand still and unleash my attacks, overwhelming you with my skills!

Faced with this intense bombing.

Ye Changfeng's figure appeared exceptionally small.

But he did not back down.

Even more so, a faint, mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

Swish swish swish swish—!

All anyone saw was a blurry afterimage.

The sword in Ye Changfeng's hand was incredibly fast.

Each thrust of the sword precisely pierced the throat of a demonic figure.

Not a single sword strike missed its mark, and not a single sword strike was superfluous.

He strolled leisurely through the hail of bullets, and the countless demonic figures couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes!

"That movement... was incredible!"

Mo Chengyue was stunned, forgetting to even crack the melon seeds in his hand.

"This micro-management is simply art!"

"They predicted all the trajectories, dancing on the edge of a knife!"

"Is this the allure of controlling a monster?"

The center of the battlefield.

Ye Wushang was clearly also enraged.

The magical bombardment that he had always been so proud of was easily neutralized by the opponent as if cutting vegetables. This was a disgrace to the Holy Son.

"Very well, you've successfully angered me."

Ye Wushang took a deep breath and clasped his hands together abruptly.

A terrifying, chilling aura erupted from his body.

"Heavenly Demon - Dharma Form of Heaven and Earth!"

Rumble—!!!

The world changed color.

A towering, purple phantom of a demon god, hundreds of feet tall, slowly rose up behind Ye Wushang.

The demon god had three heads and six arms, a ferocious face, and exuded a malevolent aura from the ancient primordial era.

With just a glance, fine cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

"This is outrageous!"

The elder referee shrieked, "Everyone! All elders! Reinforce the barrier together!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Otherwise, this arena will be torn down!"

Mo Chengyue had already sensed that things were not going well, so he retreated another fifty feet and erected three earthen walls in front of him.

"This is going to be a big surprise!"

"The boss has entered its second berserk mode!"

On the arena.

Ye Changfeng looked up at the overwhelming demonic image that blotted out the sky.

The strong wind tousled his long hair, but it couldn't disturb the calm in his eyes.

"Are they finally going to show their true abilities?"

Ye Changfeng slowly closed his eyes.

But the Tianyuan Sword in his hand began to tremble violently, emitting a humming sound that yearned for blood.

An extremely profound aura rose from his body.

That's not spiritual power.

That's... intention!

Sword intent that has reached its purest and most extreme form!

"He wants to attain enlightenment under these circumstances?!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

No.

It is not enlightenment.

It's the lifting of the lockdown.

Mo Chengyue's eyes, enhanced by the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture, keenly detected a slight abnormality within Ye Changfeng's body.

That was a cultivation level that had been deliberately suppressed!

"This kid... is more than just a beginner in the Core Formation stage..."

"He's in the mid-stage of Core Formation!"

Mo Chengyue's pupils suddenly contracted.

"An old silver coin! Hidden so well!"

next moment.

Ye Changfeng opened his eyes.

It was as if two sharp swords were shooting out from his pupils.

"One sword... splits the heavens!"

There is no fancy name at all.

It was just a simple sword strike.

But his entire being, along with the sword in his hand, transformed into a long, azure rainbow that pierced through the heavens and earth.

The light was so intense that it even outshone the sun in the sky!

At this moment, all that remained in everyone's sight was this stunningly beautiful cyan.

boom--!!!!!

A comet hits Earth.

The purple demon god's giant hand collided violently with the cyan rainbow in mid-air.

The world seemed to stand still for a moment.

Followed by.

An indescribable shockwave spread wildly outwards from the point of impact.

Click! Click! Click!

The five-layered barrier, which was said to be able to withstand a blow from a Nascent Soul cultivator, shattered instantly like glass!

Stones flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky.

Those disciples who were close by were thrown out and fell to the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"puff--"

Mo Chengyue felt a tightness in his chest and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it!"

"Watching a play can be life-threatening? These days, without some kind of supernatural power, you're not even qualified to eat melons?"

He quickly swallowed a Rejuvenation Pill and stared intently at the center of the smoke and dust.

Who's winning?

This was the only thought on everyone's mind at that moment.

a long time.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The arena... is gone.

All that remained was a bottomless pit.

The edge of the giant pit.

Ye Wushang knelt on one knee, his magnificent purple-gold battle robe now transformed into beggar's clothes, his hair disheveled, and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

But he still stood up.

And opposite him.

Ye Changfeng was still dressed in white.

However, several shocking plum blossom-shaped bloodstains appeared on the white robe.

His right hand trembled slightly.

The Tianyuan Sword was stuck in the rock in front of him, its blade covered with fine cracks.

"Cough cough..."

Ye Wushang struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ye Changfeng with a complicated expression.

"Your sword strike... was very powerful."

"If I had even a fraction less of my true essence, if I had even one less magical treasure..."

"I'm the loser."

Ye Wushang was telling the truth.

In that instant, he had used up almost all of his trump cards to save his life.

Even the breastplate his father had given him was broken.

This is the victory of money power.

Ye Changfeng slowly drew the Tianyuan Sword and sheathed it.

His face was as pale as paper, but his spine remained ramrod straight.

"A loss is a loss."

Ye Changfeng's voice was calm, without the slightest resentment or dejection.

It was as if losing this match, which was about the glory of being the "number one," was nothing to him, just like losing a game of Dou Dizhu (a card game).

"Your magic weapon is also part of your strength."

"I lost because of resources, not because of the war."

Done.

Ye Changfeng turned around, his steps were a little unsteady, but each step was very steady.

"This first place is yours."

Elegant.

That's so damn cool.

Looking at that white-clad figure from behind, all the female cultivators present felt their hearts shatter, their eyes filled with tears.

"Even though he lost, he's so handsome!"

"This sense of glorious defeat, this feeling of brokenness, is absolutely amazing!"