"Tianya Mountain Shaking Art? That's a pretty good martial art! "
The huge mountain was rapidly magnified in Qin Yichen's eyes. Even under the activation and isolation of the God-slaying Technique, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
However, even so, there was still no panic on his face. Instead, there was a hint of blazing excitement surging in his eyes.
"Boom!"
Immediately after, Qin Yichen took a deep breath. Vigorous True Origin Energy whizzed out like a tidal wave. Waves of force quickly stacked on top of each other in his body.
"Let me see if your Tianya Mountain Shaking Art is stronger or if the Demon Slayer Force is stronger!"
Qin Yichen smiled and suddenly clenched his fist.
"Is he crazy?"
Seeing this scene, the hearts of countless Taihao Holy Land disciples were in their throats.
In the face of such a powerful attack, Qin Yichen had no intention of dodging? Was he suppressed to the point where he couldn't dodge, or had he gone mad?
Obviously, Qin Yichen had no intention of dodging. Looking at his posture, he was going to take it head-on!
"Crash!"
Under the shadow of the gigantic mountain, the sound of waves suddenly rang out. Under the resplendent light of the mountain, there seemed to be black Qi rising up.
An incomparably frightening feeling was faintly emitted from the black gas. Even the Honorable Realm experts outside the boundary couldn't help but have goosebumps when they saw the black gas. They subconsciously wanted to avoid it.
"You're courting death!"
Seeing this scene, Ling Tuya's lips curled into a cold smile. Then, he forcefully pressed down.
"Boom! … "
Under the gazes of tens of thousands of people, the fist covered in black gas smashed into the mountain. Instantly, a huge shockwave spread out from within, and a deafening tremor resounded throughout the entire area.
Time seemed to have frozen at this moment.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on the place where the two collided.
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Bam! "
In the next instant, a clear sound appeared. Soon after, everyone saw numerous cracks on the small mountain-like mountain with the fist covered in black Qi at the center. They gradually spread in all directions. A moment later, cracks covered the entire mountain.
"Bang!"
Then, the mountain-like mountain exploded with a loud bang.
"The Tianya Mountain Shaking Art is only so-so!"
Under everyone's shocked gazes, Qin Yichen's calm voice rang out.
"How … How is this possible?!"
Ling Tuya was slightly dazed.
This attack of his had even annihilated an Exalt Realm expert!
But now, it had been shattered by a mid level emperor realm cultivator who was even younger than him.
What Qin Yichen shattered was not just a mountain, but … Ling Tuya's confidence.
"Haha, good!"
The Sacred Lord of Taihao Holy Land, Yu Qianqiu.
At this moment, he was completely relieved.
Qin Yichen did have the power to fight with Ling Tuya!
A glimmer of hope rose in his heart.
"That's impossible. How can he ignore the Holy Might?"
Beside him, the Pavilion Master of the Horizon Pavilion, Ling Fei, seemed to be in a daze.
He could not afford to lose.
If he lost this time, the Horizon Pavilion would never have a chance to turn things around.
The Taihao Holy Land would not give him a second chance!
Although the Horizon Pavilion's prestige was greater than the Taihao Holy Land's, their foundation was much weaker.
The current Horizon Pavilion was just an empty shell.
"Emissary!"
Ling Fei suddenly turned around and called out to the Saint Martial City emissary.
"Hmm?"
The Saint Martial City emissary looked at him.
"Emissary, I suspect that the young man from the Taihao Holy Land is cheating."
Ling Fei looked at Yu Qianqiu.
Clearly, he suspected that Yu Qianqiu had done something. Otherwise, how could a young man of intermediate Emperor Realm ignore the Holy Might?!
"Ha!"
The Saint Martial City emissary sneered and glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. He said with some displeasure, "Are you questioning my judgment?"
He was the emissary of the Saint Martial City. If he couldn't even tell that someone was cheating, wouldn't he be a laughingstock?!
"I wouldn't dare."
Ling Fei finally felt that something was wrong. He stole a glance at the Radiance Temple Master beside the emissary and saw the latter shaking his head slightly at him.
"What's going on?"
Ling Fei was baffled, but he didn't dare ask any further. "Does that young man have a way to resist the Holy Might?"
When he thought of this, his heart couldn't help but shudder.
If that was the case, then the young man was too terrifying!
"Is the Taihao Holy Land going to produce a second Yu Wenyu?"
A trace of uneasiness rose in his heart.
… …
Inside the arena.
Qin Yichen's lips curved into a faint smile.
Just as he expected, Ling Tuya relied too much on the Holy Might!
The saintly aura was indeed terrifying and gave him an absolute advantage. However, once the saintly aura was restrained, Ling Tuya, who had lost the advantage of saintly aura, was nothing.
In fact, he was even weaker than Zhong Zian.
The Godslayer Art!
Qin Yichen had relied on this divine technique to face a peak Saint Realm cultivator without fear, let alone Ling Tuya's half-baked Holy Might.
Of course, cultivating the Godslayer Art had harsh requirements for one's Spiritual Power.
Spirit Severing!
In this world, there were only a handful of pill refiners who had reached this level of Spiritual Power.
However, Qin Yichen was one of them!
Although his Spiritual Power had yet to increase, there were not many people in the world who could compare to him in terms of Spiritual Power attainments.
Qin Yichen hadn't been confident at first, but now he was full of confidence.
Without the Holy Might, Ling Tuya was equivalent to a toothless tiger. He only looked scary.
"What, is that all you've got?"
Qin Yichen sneered when he saw that Ling Tuya hadn't made a move yet.
"Bastard!"
Ling Tuya was furious. His Saint Aura surged like a stormy sea. It was so vast and heavy that it could crush everything. Inside the martial arts arena, the space rippled like a lake.
Qin Yichen stood there like duckweed in the water. He looked like he could be drowned by the Holy Might at any time, but he rose and fell with the waves.
Clang! … …
Suddenly, the sound of a sword rang out, and a dazzling divine sword appeared in Ling Tuya's hand.
When the sword moved, a visible white mark was drawn in the space. The torrential Holy Wave was also cut in half. It seemed that there was nothing that the sword couldn't cut.
"You should be proud to die under my Canglan Sacred Sword!"
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