Best Young Master

Chapter 1773: Chapter 1640: Supreme Holy Master

Time seemed to stand still, yet it also felt as if an eternity of reincarnations had passed.

Everyone watched the Holy War Platform with intense focus, fearing they might miss any detail even though they knew they couldn’t see the exchange between the two combatants.

The Demon Clan was equally tense. The Peacock King was indeed strong, but could he really win after fighting two Supreme Holy Master level strong people consecutively?

The atmosphere at the scene was nearly solidified; whether Human or Demon, everyone’s hearts were in their throats, all hoping for their side to win.

"Pfft!"

The Peacock King spewed a mouthful of blood, flying backward out of the void’s black hole, his entire body cracked, almost at the brink of death.

"Phew~"

The human cultivators immediately sighed with relief. It looked like the Ling Family’s Saint had won, though it wasn’t easy, at least they had pulled back a victory.

On the other hand, the Demon Clan looked grim, each individual like an eggplant hit by frost, wilting down.

However—

Before the cheers could erupt, the Holy War Platform returned to calm. The Ling Family’s Saint stood on the platform, eyes dim, skull cracked open, brain matter spewing, body torn apart, utterly destroyed.

"Pfft—"

Blood dyed the sky crimson, and the Ling Family Saint’s body became blood mud, bones shattered into snow-white fragments, killed alive by the Peacock King.

A thousand-foot tower stepped into the void, the Yangtze River’s heart snaps the cable and breaks the ship!

Everyone was dumbfounded, originally thinking the Ling Family’s Saint defeated the Peacock King from the Demon Clan, only to find such an ending.

"Well killed!"

"Peacock King mighty!"

After a moment of shock, the Demon Clan erupted into cheers like a tidal wave. Several Demon King level strong people rushed onto the Holy War Platform to support the Peacock King down.

After this battle, the Peacock King no longer had the ability to fight, but he fought and defeated the Emperor Clan’s Saint, dealing a heavy blow to the Human Race.

In an instant, the morale of the Human Race plummeted, a dark shadow looming over everyone’s hearts!

With two matches, the Human Race was one victory, one defeat. Whether they could maintain the dignity of the Human Race and their dominant position depended on the younger generation.

In terms of bloodline and physical strength, the young generation of the Demon Clan undoubtedly had the upper hand compared to the Human Race. Could humanity truly win this final match?

In contrast, the Demon Clan’s morale surged, their spirit soaring, having consecutively defeated the Human Race and killed an Emperor Clan’s Saint, greatly boosting their morale.

At this moment, it was almost twilight, the setting sun like blood, casting an ominous blood-red hue over the entire border between the Human and Demon races.

"Swish!"

Another Demon Clan king stepped onto the Holy War Platform, sweeping his cold gaze over the human heroes, saying, "It’s still early, why not take this chance to have the final match? Who will come up to fight me?"

"Too much!"

"Do you really think we humans have no one?"

"The Demon Clan is too arrogant!!"

Facing the provocation, everyone’s battle spirit boiled, discussions echoed, each staring fiercely at the Demon Clan king on the Holy War Platform, wishing to defeat him immediately.

In the Holy Master level duels, the Human Race had already lost two matches; it was already over.

Under such circumstances, the Demon Clan still had someone challenge, clearly intending to kill another Human Saint, aiming for a 3-0 victory, to completely crush the Human Race’s spirit!

Amidst the anger, everyone knew that the Human Race couldn’t lose again.

If they lost all three battles, not only would it be a severe blow to the Human Race’s morale, it would also embolden the Demon Race’s arrogance.

With two matches tied at one win each for the Human and Demon races, they absolutely couldn’t let the Demon Race win 3-0. Therefore, this battle must be won at all costs.

In the eyes of those full of anticipation, the Imperial Academy Director Seng Dao Yan stepped forward, speaking calmly, "Let me take care of you, little demon!"

"Heh, truly overconfident!"

The Demon King snorted coldly, a strong evil aura erupting from his body, like an Immortal War God emerging from a thousand-army fight.

This Demon Clan’s king was named Ling Yaoyu, from the Crimson Dragon Clan, the same race as the leading Quasi-Demon Emperor Chi Lin, with unfathomable strength.

The Demon Clan sent him out clearly aiming to achieve a triple crown, ensuring the Human Race couldn’t win a single Holy Master level duel, dealing a severe blow to their morale.

"Swish!"

Seng Dao Yan moved, disappearing from his spot, appearing on the Holy War Platform, facing Ling Yaoyu in opposition, unaffected by his evil aura.

On the Holy War Platform, Gangfeng raged, Seng Dao Yan’s clothes flapped in the wind, elegant as a War Immortal, emanating a faint Holy Light.

At this moment, all the human cultivators from afar held their breath, closely watching the two on the battlefield.

Everyone was silently praying that this time, the Imperial Academy Director must win, otherwise, it would be an unprecedented huge blow to the Human Race’s morale.

"Kill!"

The Demon Clan king wasted no words, directly attacking, unleashing a punch that turned into a hundred-zhang red giant dragon, baring its fangs and claws at Seng Dao Yan, the immense dragon’s power suffocating!

"Snap!"

Facing the violent attack, Seng Dao Yan casually waved a gentle palm, the intense Holy Light appearing like a blazing sun on the Holy War Platform, illuminating the world, even overshadowing the setting sun on the horizon.

In an instant, everyone was blinded as if blind, many weaker cultivators bleeding from their eyes, unable to look directly into such strong Holy Light.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion sounded, nearly flipping the entire Holy War Platform, the red dragon released by the Demon Clan king engulfed by the Holy Light, turned into rain of light, dissipating in the air.

The aura of Transformation pervaded the entire Holy War Platform, inspiring terror.

No matter how adept your skills in Creation, once eroded by this aura, you would inevitably undergo Transformation, dissolving your entire cultivation and practice into the world.

Many Saint Lord Level strong people shuddered uncontrollably, retreating one after another, fearing to become entangled by this power!

The young generation was even more fearful; this was the combat power of a Supreme Holy Master Level, and before reaching this realm, even looking up seemed impossible.

Ye Fan, Li Yu’er, Han Sandong, and others stood together, even though they were still far from the Holy War Platform, they too felt the world-shattering energy.

"It’s terrifying. I once thought I was strong, but now I realize, compared to these older generation Saint Lord Level strong people, we are far too lacking." The Great Demon sighed deeply.

Ye Fan also felt a shiver run through him. His constitution was different from ordinary people, with an exceptionally powerful body, capable of resisting some Transformation energy.

However, precisely because his body was strong, he was more sensitive to the power of Transformation, fully aware of its terror.

Once contaminated by it, death was almost certain. Even a Saint Lord Level strong person would not dare to risk it easily.

"Whoosh!"

The Holy Light flashed, and the Imperial Academy Director, Monk Dao Yan, rushed out, shrouded in a layer of Holy Light, forcefully resisting the power of Transformation.

Immediately afterward, the Demon Clan King, Ling Yaoyu, also rushed out, clothes in tatters, his body covered with golden scales, similarly resisting the Transformation energy.

"Hiss..."

The crowd couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

The two were so powerful, managing to resist the power of Transformation by their own strength, truly inconceivable!

However, any discerning eye could see that in this fight, the Demon Clan King Ling Yaoyu was slightly inferior, although his body was unharmed, his clothes were not spared.

Next, the two rushed at each other again, fists and feet flying, Divine Power Martial Techniques unleashed endlessly, both unleashing True Fire.

For the honor and future of their respective races, both were fighting with their lives.

"Boom!"

The Demon Clan King Ling Yaoyu first burned his divine power, instantly boosting his combat power, his hands transforming into Dragon Claws, each nail bent, over a foot long, reflecting a faint light, each strike tearing the void.

Monk Dao Yan was not to be outdone, burning his divine power almost simultaneously, unleashing various secret techniques as if money was no object.

"Rumble!"

The sky darkened suddenly, stars emerged everywhere, each big star more dazzling than the sun, making this Holy Master battlefield almost set ablaze, filled with ocean-like terrifying waves.

"This is..."

"Nine Heavens Stars Technique! One of the Imperial Academy’s most terrifying inheritances!"

The Human Race cheered, knowing that this fight, Monk Dao Yan was certain to win, having comprehended even this secret technique, Ling Yaoyu though a Demon Clan King, could not possibly escape unscathed from the Nine Heavens Stars Technique.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

Each star was as massive as a mountain, pressing down on the vast Martial Arts Arena, colliding violently with Ling Yaoyu’s Dragon Claws.

"Boom!"

One of the stars was forcibly torn apart by Ling Yaoyu’s claws, turning into a sky of cyan energy that pierced through the void.

This was an extremely terrifying scene, even after experiencing two previous Saint Lord Level battles, people were still shocked.

This was the real clash between Supreme Holy Masters, terrifying to the extreme, even ordinary Saint Lord Level strong people could not partake in it.

Ordinary cultivators, let alone participating in the battlefield, felt the permeating destruction even from a thousand feet away.

The hearts of the Demon Clan people were in their throats, wanting to concede but unable to vocalize it, seeing that even they hadn’t conceded, they dared not intervene in the battle.

Moreover, the Human Race had Ling Yunzhi overseeing with a poised Emperor Weapon, deterring any rash moves from them.

After all, last time when the Ling Family’s Saint was killed, the Human Race said nothing, acknowledging that in contests, casualties are inevitable.

"Ah..."

The endless stars crushed down, Ling Yaoyu couldn’t withstand it all. After destroying seven stars, he was finally hit hard, flying sideways, covered in blood, with all golden scales shedding, his body like a hammered porcelain, full of cracks, suffering unimaginable heavy injuries, trying to flee the battlefield at speed.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

At the center of the void battlefield, Monk Dao Yan stood proudly, his roar threatening to shatter the vast Holy War Platform.

"Ah..."

Ling Yaoyu screamed, as if struck by lightning, his body splitting in the void, with head, limbs all separating.

"Poof!"

Ling Yaoyu’s head also exploded, already unable to bear it, and now a shout caused him to disintegrate completely, his form and spirit annihilated!

"Uh..."

Everyone stared blankly, a generation of Demon Kings was actually shaken to death by Monk Dao Yan, how fierce is that?

Even now, many couldn’t believe their eyes, especially among the Demon Clan...

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