Chapter 67: You Are Too Weak, Bringing Humiliation Upon Yourself
“Hmph! With my strength, Zhang Qiyuan, this throne is mine and mine alone. I want to see who dares to snatch it from me!”
“What kind of trash is Zhang Qiyuan, daring to be so arrogant here? Get down!”
“Heh… all these years, you’re the first one who dares ignore me. You’ve angered my fury—something you cannot withstand. Go and die!”
“You want me dead? What the hell are you? Get lost!”
In countless pairs of eyes, within that seat, they saw a Cave Heaven World stretch infinitely as two figures clashed within.
Very soon, battles continued endlessly.
But since it was all one-on-one duels, the silver thrones were quickly filled.
Many people cast fiery, greedy gazes at the golden thrones especially the Purple-Gold Throne their eyes blazing with a restless eagerness.
Yet, the moment they saw the geniuses of the Faxiang Realm in the very front, they restrained their footsteps.
These were all heaven’s proud sons, famed throughout the Canglan Domain none to be trifled with.
All of them were named by the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion as peerless talents and heroic figures.
The number of people who had suffered at their hands was far from few.
In the end, they chose to give up, waiting for the silver throne battles to end before continuing to challenge.
Ye Wushang’s eyes flickered, noticing that this arena itself was actually a heaven-and-earth spiritual treasure.
It not only contained countless Cave Heaven Worlds, but also bore the power of time.
Inside, battles consumed time at a terrifying rate, rapidly draining the combatants.
The only flaw was the absence of spiritual qi.
But then again, if it had spiritual qi, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion would never have brought it out.
While he was studying this treasure, a number of Faxiang Realm experts already moved.
Their gazes were sharp and singular the Purple-Gold Throne.
All of them were Faxiang experts, and among equals, they didn’t believe themselves inferior.
Even if they were facing a Jinglong-ranked genius, so what? They still had the confidence to defeat them.
“Hmph! I, Zhang Xuefeng, want to see who dares to fight me for the number-one throne?”
As soon as he spoke, he strode forward toward the Purple-Gold Throne.
But before he could even step on it, a towering long fist smashed across from the side, forcing him to turn with alarm to meet the blow.
With a horizontal sword slash, filled with violent killing intent, he shattered the punch and glared ahead: “Who!”
“What trash you think you deserve the throne? Don’t you know what you are?”
“Jiang Xueyang!” Zhang Xuefeng’s eyes narrowed, a cold light flashing as a hint of wariness crept in.
Clearly, he had once suffered a loss at this opponent’s hands!
Jiang Xueyang didn’t even look at him, eyes fixed on the front: “That throne belongs to me.”
But before he could take a step, countless Faxiang experts surged.
“What the hell is Jiang Xueyang, daring to dream of the Purple-Gold Throne? Try my blade first!”
In an instant, battle exploded into chaos, all of them fighting fiercely around the Purple-Gold Throne.
The other golden thrones, however, were ignored.
Just as the fighting pressed closer to the Purple-Gold Throne, suddenly, three terrifying auras erupted.
Everyone froze and turned.
Chu Taicang, Jiang Luocheng, and Mu Xiyao had risen into the air at some unknown time, forming a Three Talents Formation high above.
In tacit agreement, they didn’t fight each other, but instead descended upon the combatants below.
“Ants daring to touch what belongs to me die!”
True to his name, Chu Taicang was domineering, his strikes overwhelmingly fierce.
One step forward, one fist smashed the skies an immense long fist swallowing all directions, its terrifying intent filling the heavens, crashing like an endless flood.
“Stars Descend kill!”
Jiang Luocheng’s cold voice echoed as one hundred and fifty meridians flared open, unleashing a palm akin to the might of over a hundred and fifty masters combined.
Within it was infused the power of the stars themselves an awe-inspiring force before which all living beings bowed.
Not to be outdone, Mu Xiyao drew her sword:
“Sword Opens Heaven’s Gate!”
A sword light of absolute brilliance tore through the skies, triggering sonic booms that shattered the void.
Her sword intent reached the fourth layer, an unmatched dominance cleaving down.
Seeing three Jinglong-ranked prodigies strike together, countless faces paled.
They finally saw the abyss-like gap between these top prodigies and the rest.
As the terrifying divine techniques descended, everyone desperately unleashed their own killing moves to resist.
Boom!
The arena quaked violently, trembling under the clash.
Crash!
With the explosions resounding, the sky was cleared of all but the three prodigies—no one else remained aloft.
Many staggered back to the ground, some retreating several steps in shock.
But they had no time to care about their sorry state.
Instead, horror filled their eyes.
They had thought the gap between themselves and the Jinglong prodigies wasn’t too vast.
But just one strike had crushed them utterly.
At this moment, they finally understood the terrifying weight behind the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion’s evaluation.
The three prodigies stood in a triangle, confronting each other.
Finally, as if with one mind, they leapt for the Purple-Gold Throne.
Their pride was absolute each believed the first throne belonged to them alone.
Just as they were about to land and fight for the seat.
A shadow flickered.
The next instant, a black-clothed youth already stood upon the throne.
Before anyone could react, he turned.
Boom!
A terrifying blade aura erupted, sweeping half the heavens with boundless intent.
Rumble!
The power shook the world, suppressing even the three prodigies.
They felt the blade intent pressed against their throats as if one more step would overturn heaven and earth.
The crushing pressure forced them down to the ground.
Hiss!
Gasps rang throughout the arena and even among the outside spectators, shock filled the faces of every great clan’s envoys.
What terrifying momentum who was this person?
The three prodigies’ faces turned ugly.
They never imagined someone of the same generation would suppress like this— them.
Mu Xiyao stared at the black-clothed figure, eyes wide with disbelief.
She couldn’t comprehend it.
The youth she had once dismissed, even scorned years ago, now stood before her.
And with absolute momentum, he had suppressed her.
“It’s actually you!”
Even with her own eyes, the shock wouldn’t fade.
She couldn’t imagine anyone surpassing her on the path of cultivation.
Meanwhile, murmurs spread:
“Who is this? What terrifying momentum!”
“Three of the Jinglong Four have appeared only one left. This person’s identity is obvious now!”
“You mean… this is the mysterious peerless blade master, Ye Wushang? My god he’s already at the Faxiang Realm? How did he cultivate?”
“The talent of a Jinglong-ranked prodigy is beyond imagination.”
“No wonder the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion ranked him first among the Four just his entrance alone is this overwhelming!”
“Who would think he comes from that tiny backwater dynasty!”
“His appearance makes his intent clear the Purple-Gold Throne or nothing. Another dragon-tiger struggle begins!”
“Momentum doesn’t equal strength. Some people’s aura is strong, but their combat power is not.”
“True enough. But a battle between the Four Prodigies that’s worth watching!”
Countless gazes fixed on Ye Wushang, waiting to see his true level.
The three prodigies, surprisingly, held back.
Their instincts told them this opponent would be extremely difficult.
But someone else couldn’t wait.
A burly black-clad man leapt up, heading for the Purple-Gold Throne.
His blade aura surged to the heavens, revealing himself as a peerless saber cultivator.
“So, you’re Ye Wushang, the first of the Jinglong Four? I, Wang Wudao, will test whether your saber is sharper, or mine!”
Without hesitation, he stepped onto the throne. A cave heaven world formed instantly.
The crowd held its breath—two saber masters clashing was a rare sight.
“Strike, Ye Wushang. Of the Four Jinghong Prodigies, you’re the one I’ve most wanted to face!”
Wang Wudao’s eyes burned with battle intent.
But Ye Wushang only glanced at him, then shook his head—clearly uninterested.
“Step down. You’re too weak.”
Hiss!
Gasps echoed again.
Who would have thought Ye Wushang would be so arrogant—flatly declaring Wang Wudao too weak!
Wang had laughed in rage.
“Too weak? Ha! That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard in forty years! Die! Hell of Avīci—Die!”
His eyes blazed, both hands gripping his blade as a terrifying saber light erupted, carrying endless killing intent toward Ye Wushang.
The strike was so fierce that many changed color—worthy indeed of being called a heroic prodigy.
But Ye Wushang only shook his head lightly, speaking in a calm tone:
“Bringing humiliation upon yourself.”
Then, raising his hand as a saber, with no technique or flourish, he casually slashed the air.
Crack!!
The sound of void shattering rang through everyone’s ears.