Free Web NovelChapter 1242: Chapter 1243: Unrivaled Below the Emperor
At this moment, Lu Chengfeng looked despairingly at the white figure before him, showing immense unwillingness. He was the genius of the Celestial Sect, destined to have a chance to step into the realm of the Immortal King, yet now he was slain with a single sword strike.
Even until his death, he couldn’t understand why Ye Qingcheng was able to strike first even though she attacked later, piercing his forehead with just one sword.
Life’s breath frantically drained away as Ye Qingcheng withdrew her sword, carrying a streak of crimson blood, and Lu Chengfeng’s body collapsed at Ye Qingcheng’s feet, dying tragically, while Ye Qingcheng stood there in a blood-stained white robe, possessing a certain enchanting beauty.
At this moment, the peerless white figure at the center of the battlefield undeniably shocked too many people.
Was Lu Chengfeng, who was at the Seventh Layer of the Immortal King realm, powerful?
It could be said that he had few rivals within the same realm, yet now he was slain with just one sword strike, even though that sword seemed ordinary and mediocre, it claimed Lu Chengfeng’s life. It could also be said that Ye Qingcheng, with just one sword, made it clear to everyone that Lu Chengfeng, who was known as the Youth Sword Saint, was just like that.
Avenging her brother, a battle of life and death?
If he hadn’t declared a battle of life and death, perhaps he wouldn’t have ended in such a tragic fate.
On the Celestial Sect’s side, Zhetian’s expression didn’t look good, and his demeanor was extremely solemn, after all, Lu Chengfeng was one of his sect’s outstanding prodigies, yet this evening, he was counter-attacked and slain with a single sword strike.
As for Qin Ruoqiu, Mu Yuan, and others, the arrogant demeanor they had just moments ago was gone, and they even felt a bit envious. The young man, whom they used to disdain, has now forced them to look up in awe with just one battle.
"So handsome!" As for Xiao Jiu, who stood behind Ye Qingcheng, his face revealed an expression of admiration. He was probably even more suave than the leader.
Ye Qingcheng’s cold eyes surveyed the surroundings, glancing at endless prodigies, and said coldly, "Sending so many people to kill me alone, truly, it is a move by people from big forces!"
These words were filled with intense satire, making the leaders of all major forces slightly frown.
In an instant, the entire space fell silent once again.
At the entrance to the Saint’s Relics, notable figures of the whole Primordial Ancient Realm gathered, yet an individual not belonging to the realm seemed to dominate the scene, making others hesitant and fearful.
She, with one sword, killed Lu Chengfeng.
This evening here, anyone below the rank of Emperor who loses to Ye Qingcheng, she would hand over the Saint’s Inheritance.
Although it sounded too ridiculous, just moments ago in battle, she slew Lu Chengfeng with one sword strike.
Lu Chengfeng’s death made people realize that even someone at the Seventh Layer of the Immortal King realm seemed inadequate in Ye Qingcheng’s hands.
Individuals from various forces exchanged glances.
Soon after, the Sect Leader of Profound Sect, Dao Xuan, spoke: "Ji Fa, it’s your turn!"
Ji Fa, at the Eighth Layer of Martial King realm, was an exceptionally formidable individual from Profound Sect, coupled with Imperial Qi, boundless power, and once killed a peer prodigy with just one palm strike in a relic within the Primordial Ancient Realm, showcasing extraordinary strength.
Quickly, a burly young man stepped out from the Profound Sect direction, the ground trembled, his whole being exuding a sense of power, his appearance was akin to a primordial beast crushing the ground as he came forth.
Ji Fa is on the battlefield. Is there still suspense in this fight?
Many directed their gaze towards Ji Fa’s burly figure. This person was renowned for his strength, dominating the Primordial Ancient Realm, additionally equipped with Middle Grade Imperial Qi, his might was unfathomable.
As he stepped forth, Ye Qingcheng already felt an endless wave of power descending from the heavens, landing upon herself.
This aura far surpassed the ferocity of Lu Chengfeng earlier.
Moreover, this person holds a very important position in the Profound Sect, with him on the battlefield, can Ye Qingcheng resist? Let alone Ji Fa transcended two major realms more than Ye Qingcheng, even if at the same realm, perhaps his power could oppress Ye Qingcheng.
Underneath that domineering presence, Ye Qingcheng seemed slightly frail, already losing a notch in terms of aura.
"Hand over the inheritance, you may leave!" Ji Fa’s fierce gaze locked on Ye Qingcheng, his voice forceful. He, being at the Eighth Layer of Martial King realm, was already dishonorable in battling Ye Qingcheng, if Ye Qingcheng could voluntarily hand over the Saint’s Inheritance, it would be much better.
"I said, if defeated, I will naturally hand it over!" Ye Qingcheng’s beautiful eyes fixated on Ji Fa. Despite feeling immense pressure, her clear eyes showed no fluctuation, followed by the emergence of a formidable Sword Power, icy cold to the extreme, directly advancing towards Ji Fa.
"Why force me to strike!" Ji Fa snorted coldly, taking a step forward, the vast void seemed to tremble as a mysterious might rushed towards Ye Qingcheng, suppressing the Sword Power surrounding her.
However, Ye Qingcheng was enveloped by a terrifying golden aura, this was her Imperial Qi, which now reached Middle Grade level, and within the Imperial Qi resided icy Sword Qi.
Under the aura of the Imperial Qi, it felt as though Ye Qingcheng was a supreme ruler, aspiring to challenge the heavens.
Buzz~
A whirlwind surged as Ji Fa made his move, followed by a great roar, the terrifying strength exploded, a primordial beast like a Flood Dragon rose behind him, and in the gaze of everyone, Ji Fa threw a punch towards Ye Qingcheng.
This punch rolled up a vortex of destruction, under its cover, Ye Qingcheng seemed too fragile, utterly unworthy to resist, facing such a powerful foe, Ye Qingcheng dared not show the slightest carelessness.
Sword Qi roamed, Cold Ice Intent erupted, the entire space temperature dropped to the extreme suddenly, as if it entered the coldest winter.
"Seal!" Ye Qingcheng gently whispered, the Cold Ice Sword slashed out, an Ice Seal formed, halting the advancing Fist Aura, but suddenly, bang bang~ the Ice shattered, the fist charging down.
Before the punch arrived, as if Ye Qingcheng was already suppressed, she groaned.
"Such terrifying strength, Ji Fa’s power and intention seem to have reached a certain realm, it’s said that he has also cultivated Golden Light Bodhi, this Cultivation Technique is inherently dominant in power, under such compelling stature, how can the Sixth Layer Immortal King Ye Qingcheng resist?
Watching over the disadvantaged Ye Qingcheng, the Moon Viewing Sect side, Xuan Yue’s heart tightened. Although Ye Qingcheng’s talent was frightening thus enabling her to challenge insurmountably, under Ji Fa’s power’s suppression, how could she fend off?
Seeing Ye Qingcheng about to be suppressed by Ji Fa, suddenly Ye Qingcheng stepped forward, her aura roaring, Cold Ice Intent continuously expanded, above her head, a massive Cold Ice Sword formed, slicing down with immense Sword Power.
Sword Dao Will and Cold Ice Intent merged, one sword descended, Ji Fa’s expression shook, he immediately withdrew his arm, allowing the sword to strike empty alongside hitting the ground.
He retreated.
Ji Fa was driven back by one strike of Ye Qingcheng, who was at the Sixth Layer of Immortal King realm.
In such a disparity between realms, to be driven back by Ye Qingcheng’s single sword strike was highly discreditable for Ji Fa.
Thereafter, a glint of malice flickered in Ji Fa’s eyes, stepping forward repeatedly, heaven and earth shuddered, his arrogant stature, unstoppable, ran fervently towards Ye Qingcheng, as he passed, the ground fractured.
Behind him, a conjured Flood Dragon simultaneously swung its massive tail down, a dual assault ensued, encompassing Ye Qingcheng, leaving her with no retreat.
