Free Web NovelChapter 392: Chapter 393: The Glory of the Peak
Sigh!
Endless sighs echoed between heaven and earth.
Ye Wushuang was a Demon Fiend, but how could he possibly contend with a special physique? He was destined to fall, only to bring about the triumph of the Ten Thousand Demon Battle Body.
In this battle, Wudao had all but won.
The crowd could only feel pity for Ye Wushuang. Having met the even greater Demon Fiend, Wudao, he could only settle for second place!
BOOM!
The indestructible Demon Hall, wreathed in roiling Demon Clouds, bore down on him. The crowd felt their own bodies being suppressed, unable to move.
The crimson saber light around Ye Wushuang was also being annihilated!
One hundred meters, fifty meters, ten meters...
As the crimson saber light gradually faded, the Demon Hall’s world-shocking Demon Qi surged forward.
But at that very moment, a disdainful smirk bloomed on Ye Wushuang’s lips.
"A destined stepping stone?"
A soft, mocking voice emerged just as the crimson light was about to be extinguished.
BOOM!
The aura from Ye Wushuang’s body grew stronger, spreading out.
The crimson saber light trembled. Within the darkness, the bloody glow grew brighter and more intense, shining like a star in the dead of night.
BOOM!
A series of humming sounds emanated from Ye Wushuang’s body.
Peak of the Spiritual Spring Third Layer!
Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer!
Spiritual Spring Fifth Layer!
Spiritual Spring Sixth Layer!
Layer after layer, his Cultivation level continued to climb. In an instant, under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, it had soared by three entire layers.
The Supreme Transformation True Demon!
The crowd was dumbfounded!
Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and their mouths hung open wide enough to swallow heaven and earth!
PTHOO!
PTHOO!
Many of them instantly spat out mouthfuls of blood, seemingly unable to accept this reality. Their Dao Hearts faltered, and their spirits withered.
Ye Wushuang hadn’t been using his full strength either!
Wudao’s gaze froze!
It wasn’t just him who hadn’t used his full power; Ye Wushuang hadn’t either. And he had hidden his strength even deeper!
’How can this be?’ Wudao’s Dao Heart trembled. Ye Wushuang terrified him!
"Impossible! I am the only one here!"
Wudao roared in fury. The Demon Patterns on his body surged continuously toward the Demon Hall, and a power that made heaven and earth tremble gushed out, blasting toward Ye Wushuang.
"Three Realms Slaughter!"
Treading on the crimson saber light, Ye Wushuang strode forward. It was as if a world of sabers was hidden within him, as endless crimson saber light, carrying World-Destroying Power, shot out.
This version of the Three Realms Slaughter was a fusion of the three techniques he had comprehended—Heaven-Destroying, Earth Slash, and Slaying All Living Beings. Empowered by his Spiritual Spring Sixth Layer Cultivation, it was even more formidable. The sky-full of crimson saber light ground the Demonic Light into dust.
That world-shocking power was gradually devoured and dissipated!
BANG! BANG! BANG!...
Along the way, the darkness was driven back by the crimson light. The endless blades of crimson saber light, each a World-Destroying Saber, submerged the Demon Hall.
Even heaven and earth were being sundered. How could a mere Demon Hall possibly withstand the might of the saber!
CRACK! CRACK!
Cracks spiderwebbed across the Demon Hall before it was sliced into countless pieces!
Caught in the river of crimson saber light, the fragments were swept into the Firmament, crashing against the protective barrier of the Barbarian God Battle Platform!
"Impossible! The Ten Thousand Demon Battle Body cannot be defeated!" Wudao roared madly. Shrouded in a Demon Cloud, he charged at Ye Wushuang, the Demon Patterns on his body transforming into a peerless long spear that shot toward his foe.
"A special physique? The Ten Thousand Demon Battle Body? Garbage!"
Ye Wushuang shook his head faintly. His body was densely covered in Golden Dragon Scales, like Dragon Emperor Armor was fused to him. He looked like an invincible Dragon Emperor!
BOOM!
Ye Wushuang threw a punch. The golden fist seemed to be telling Wudao that even if you were born with a special physique, you are not the only one!
BOOM!
The golden fist collided with the black spear. Unexpectedly, the fist was not pierced. Instead, the black spear shattered inch by inch.
The golden fist grew larger and larger in Wudao’s eyes.
The golden fist slammed into Wudao’s Ten Thousand Demon Battle Body. The swirling Demon Clouds were obliterated by the Fist Force, and Wudao’s figure plummeted from the sky.
THUD! He smashed onto the ground, making the entire battle platform tremble violently!
Seeing this, Ye Wushuang’s eyes turned cold. He raised his Dragon Blood Battle Saber and slashed down from the sky, his piercing killing intent chilling everyone to the bone.
Ye Wushuang was going to kill Wudao!
"I surrender!" Wudao summoned the last of his strength to utter two words he never imagined he would say. He had lost this battle, with no hope of turning it around. If he continued to fight, he would die!
BOOM!
Ye Wushuang’s saber stopped in an instant, but it remained hovering in the air. The terrifying Saber Qi was so icy that it froze Wudao’s very soul.
"You were right about one thing. Only those who stand at the Peak are true geniuses!"
Ye Wushuang stared coldly at Wudao as he spoke.
Wudao’s face stiffened, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. Ye Wushuang’s words were sharper than any blade, piercing him to the core.
"I’ve lost!"
Wudao murmured, his expression utterly dejected. He was not the only one. And Ye Wushuang was no one’s stepping stone!
Everyone gazed at the figure in the sky, a figure they had seen again and again, one they couldn’t be more familiar with. He was not towering or imposing. Aside from his world-weary eyes, he looked so young and handsome, his elegant face sharpened and defined by the howling wind.
At this moment, he stood at the very top of the Barbarian God Battle Platform, at the very peak of the Endless Wilderness!
The crowd watched in silence. This was the person no one had expected. He had defeated Yuh Huatian, Liuu Tianlan, Beize Yunzhuo, and even the strongest of all, Wudao. With his strength, with undeniable fact, Ye Wushuang had proven that everyone’s prediction for first place was wrong. It wasn’t Beize Yunzhuo, nor was it Wudao. It was him, Ye Wushuang. Only he was qualified to stand at the Peak and enjoy the ultimate glory!
"He won!" Everyone from the Ancient Spirit Sect grew excited. The legend they had hoped for, the scene they hadn’t dared to believe, had finally unfolded before their eyes.
"Good lad! Your master is proud!" Star Elder stroked his beard, his face beaming with joy and pride. Taking Ye Wushuang as his disciple was perhaps the best decision he had ever made in his life.
"You really didn’t disappoint me. You did it." Jian Bufan smiled as well. He had witnessed Ye Wushuang’s growth, how in three years he had risen step by step to the Peak of the Endless Wilderness and written his own legend.
Everyone from Lingxiao Pavilion also smiled. This moment of glory, just as Ye Wushuang had said, belonged to them as well. Joining Lingxiao Pavilion was perhaps the best and proudest decision they had ever made!
Everyone would be proud of Lingxiao Pavilion!
Besides them, Yangg Qing’er, Ye Rou, Qiu Mo, Yunn Xiao, Yuann Qingmeng, and the others were all thrilled. Ye Wushuang had accomplished something none of them had ever imagined!
They were all proud of Ye Wushuang, happy for him from the bottom of their hearts!
Mengg Yiren, however, had a strange expression on her face. Her eyes flickered, and it was impossible to know what she was thinking.
And then there was Ruo Xiangyi. Her eyes were fixed on Ye Wushuang, an unprecedented smile blooming on her face. No one knew what that smile represented.
Of course, aside from these people, there were also the master of the Feather Race, the Sect Master of the Celestial Sword Sect, and others. Their expressions were incredibly ugly, a mix of hatred and killing intent, along with shock and fear. They never expected that the Demon Fiend, Ye Wushuang, would actually take first place and become the Strongest Warrior!
For a time, the crowd fell into a dead silence. No one spoke; they just quietly stared at the figure in the sky.
However, Ye Wushuang’s gaze was not on them. Instead, it was fixed on a beautiful, palace-garbed figure on the other side of the battle platform—Dii Qingxue!
Dii Qingxue was also looking at him. Their eyes met for a long moment. Then, on her cold, jade-like face, a smile bloomed in an instant, causing heaven and earth to lose their color and a hundred flowers to dim in shame!
This smile was one-of-a-kind, belonging to Ye Wushuang and him alone!
Seeing this, Ye Wushuang revealed a smile of his own. It was an ordinary smile, yet it was absolutely radiant!
