PS: The name in the previous chapter was Zhao Ling. Sometimes it was wrong, so it has been changed.
Looking at the arrogant white clothed male cultivator opposite him, Yan Chutian's expression remained calm without any ripples.
He would not let his mental state become unstable because of the other party's appearance. Secondly, he had seen too many arrogant male cultivators like the white clothed youth.
After seeing so many of them, how could he be angry because of the other party's appearance?
"Dong …!"
Without any delay, an enormous rumbling sound once again resounded over the place. It also announced that the curtains for the third stage fight were about to truly begin in front of the eyes of tens of thousands of people.
As the bell rang, under the gazes of the crowd, the white clothed male cultivator, Zhao Ling, suddenly shot out. He appeared in front of Yan Chutian without any scruples and slapped down with his palm.
Zhao Ling thought that everything was under his control, because when he made his move, it fully displayed his strength and dominance.
Furthermore, one should not underestimate this palm. It looked like an ordinary palm print, but it contained an extremely powerful force.
The palm wind was like a blade. If a cultivator was careless when facing it, they could be torn apart by the palm wind like a hot knife through butter.
Even among the spectators, there were not many who knew of such power. Only the upper echelons of the Divine City, or cultivators like the top ten, could clearly see through it.
However, this point naturally could not be hidden from Yan Chutian. Not to mention that he had the Spirit Eye and could see through all kinds of illusions. He could rely on his own perception and the deep experience that he had developed over the years to know.
If it was under normal circumstances, Yan Chutian would be able to counterattack in a domineering manner. However, in order to restrain himself as much as possible, Yan Chutian chose an extremely safe method to deal with it.
He retracted his arms, and at the same time, his spiritual energy, which was as boundless as the sea, surged.
The spiritual energy continued to accumulate, finally transforming into a spiritual energy light shield that protected his body.
"Boom …!"
In the next moment, Zhao Ling's palm strike had already landed, heavily smashing onto the light shield.
However, no matter how ferocious the palm was, it was unable to advance even an inch in front of the Spiritual Energy Light Shield. The power of strangulation that had erupted was constantly being worn down by the thick spiritual energy until it finally disappeared into nothingness.
Zhao Ling's overbearing attack had actually made no progress. After retreating, his expression was naturally somewhat ugly, even gloomy.
Following which, he vented his emotions verbally.
"Heh … what a tough turtle shell."
Before he could finish his words, he impatiently continued to bombard Yan Chutian. Those palm strikes and fist imprints were all extremely powerful. They caused the space to tremble and even tear a hole in it.
However, after a series of attacks, he was shocked to find that the other party didn't even need to react.
What, he used that spiritual energy light shield to block all of his attacks?
This situation naturally caused Zhao Ling's expression to become even more gloomy. Similarly, the surrounding crowd also felt somewhat disappointed.
What they were looking forward to was a hearty and intense battle, or rather, a one-sided battle. However, the scene before their eyes was obviously extremely difficult for them to accept.
Therefore, there were even some voices of ridicule towards Yan Chutian that were born.
"This guy, as expected, he knows that he doesn't have any ability, so he used such a disgusting tactic to delay."
"Hmph, it's just a turtle shell. Let's see what he can use to resist once Zhao Ling breaks it!"
"No wonder he's at the bottom of the rankings, or perhaps he was lucky enough to enter the top ten. To think that he only knows such a clumsy method."
"… …"
Since all of his attacks were useless, Zhao Ling finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart. As he formed a seal, an extraordinary and powerful spiritual technique slowly emerged.
"Watch how this young master will break your turtle shell!"
"Heavy Cliff Sword Technique!"
As his shout fell, it was accompanied by his hand gesture. Dark yellow shadows of heavy swords continuously emerged from the ground around Zhao Ling's body.
Every heavy sword seemed to be illusory, but possessed an extremely shocking aura. It wasn't just spiritual energy, it was the power of the five directions. Being able to directly display the power of the five directions, it could be seen how much anger Zhao Ling had towards Yan Chutian in his heart.
That's right, how could an arrogant and prideful person like him endure being unable to do anything to a guy whose cultivation was lower than his?
Even if it was Long Hong, he wouldn't be able to endure such anger.
Zhao Ling's display of the Heavy Cliff Sword Technique instantly caused quite a commotion. Evidently, this spiritual technique wasn't some nameless trash.
It was also because of this that the crowd felt that Yan Chutian's turtle shell definitely wouldn't be able to survive under this spiritual technique.
"Heavy Cliff Sword Technique, kill!"
Zhao Ling shouted once again. Instantly, the heavy swords that had accumulated their aura to the extreme shot out like wild dragons.
In the eyes of the crowd, it was more like a pillar of energy had suddenly exploded and suddenly shot towards the level eight Elixir cultivator. Thousands of energy exploded, causing a turbulent ripple that blocked everyone's vision.
After this turbulent energy explosion, it was the remnant energy trajectory of the previous heavy swords that had shot out.
However, even though the crowd couldn't see the true scene within the turbulent ripple, they felt that the outcome was already decided.
Under Zhao Ling's Heavy Cliff Sword Technique, no matter how strong the level eight Elixir cultivator's turtle shell was, it would definitely be torn apart. With the turtle shell broken, one could imagine how miserable the opponent's situation would be.
Presumably, the level eight Elixir cultivator had already fainted from his heavy injuries.
Dead, or even died a tragic death right?
"Heh …"
Similarly looking at the scene ten feet away, Zhao Ling laughed coldly. Who asked the opponent to be so unlucky to have met him and even angered him? No wonder he would end up like this.
Following which, Zhao Ling didn't even look at it anymore and directly turned around. Because in his eyes, the result of this battle was already decided and it had already ended.
However, after he turned around, the turbulent energy ripples finally began to gradually disperse. Following which, the scene that appeared between heaven and earth caused everyone's originally calm expression to immediately freeze, or rather, they became stiff.
Only the pretty face that was covered by a veil at the highest point of the square finally bloomed with an extremely beautiful smile.
It was no wonder that everyone was shocked and absent-minded. It was because they were shocked to discover that when the energy ripples dissipated, the figure that should have been in an extremely sorry state, or even turned into a corpse, was actually still standing quietly on the stage.
In front of him, although the spiritual energy shield was densely covered with cracks, it didn't truly shatter.
"This … how is this possible?!"
After a brief moment of calmness, numerous exclamations that were filled with disbelief sounded one after another.
These weren't only their own voices, but also the voices of everyone at this moment. Because they really couldn't believe that Yan Chutian was actually still safe and sound under such a violent attack.
While the crowd was in shock, Zhao Ling, who had already turned his back, finally felt that something was amiss. Following which, when he turned around and saw Yan Chutian's figure once again, the originally arrogant expression on his face was instantly replaced by an ugly one.
Of course, his expression was ugly because just now, he had revealed a look of victory. But now, he was instantly overthrown. Wasn't that the same as being ruthlessly slapped in the face on the spot?!
Therefore, after this ugly expression, his expression became extremely gloomy. Under this gloominess, there was boundless fury that was like an abyss.
In the next instant, the spiritual energy aura around Zhao Ling's body involuntarily started to violently fluctuate. Amidst the turbulence of his Spiritual Energy, he raised his blood-red eyes and slowly looked at Yan Chutian, completely locking onto the latter.
"You're really a ghost that won't go away!"
As his voice sounded out, Zhao Ling's figure once again shot out. However, he didn't directly appear in front of Yan Chutian. Instead, balls of dark aura continuously appeared one after another.
In a short period of time, the dark aura filled the entire stage. As the dark aura surged, an extremely eerie aura spread out like a ghost.
Such a scene seemed to cause the hearts of the surrounding crowd to tremble. Because they were all too clear as to what kind of Spiritual Art this was.
"This is … the Blood Moon Spiritual World. I never thought that Zhao Ling would actually be able to grasp this Spiritual Art!"
"When the Spiritual World is connected, the Blood Moon will appear. Legend has it that no one has ever been able to withstand the power of the Blood Moon!"
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