The great hall instantly fell silent. The Heavenly Corpse Young Master had actually been defeated, and he had been defeated so miserably. Anyone could see that the Heavenly Corpse Young Master's injuries were rather serious. It was difficult to say whether he could continue fighting.
Blood Drop Devil's expression instantly turned serious. He had fought with the Heavenly Corpse Young Master before. Among the people here, he could be said to be one of the people who understood the Heavenly Corpse Young Master's abilities the best. In that battle, there was no clear victor. However, in a head-on battle, he was slightly stronger than the Heavenly Corpse Young Master. Even so, it was difficult to say who would win.
To be able to defeat the Heavenly Corpse Young Master, the youth was definitely not simple.
In the crowd, a few people narrowed their eyes slightly. The way they looked at Mo Wen instantly changed.
Immortal Han Jue was extremely shocked. Mo Wen's abilities were actually so terrifying. Although the little fox had previously said that her big brother was powerful, she had only laughed it off. How powerful could a little girl think that he was?
"Big brother is mighty." The little fox had an excited expression. Her face was full of pride.
Cai Huang 'er rolled her eyes at the little fox. He was powerful, so why were you so proud? However, right now, Cai Huang 'er was extremely shocked.
How long had it been? Mo Wen was actually still so terrifying.
Originally, Cai Huang 'er had broken through to the later stage of the Supreme Profundity Realm and thought that she had already surpassed Mo Wen. However, the truth was the exact opposite. Mo Wen had actually surpassed her!
Nangong Mingzhu was shocked!
Zhuang Qixian had a look of disbelief.
Gu Motian's face was full of disbelief.
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"Jian Qiu, this person is very powerful. I wonder if you are confident that you can defeat him?"
A gentle voice sounded behind a youth in white. It was a woman in a black dress. Her face was covered with a veil, and she stood very low-key in the crowd.
However, her position was not low-key at all. It was because her companion was the Spirit Realm's absolute proud son of heaven, Jian Qiu. He was the legendary successor of the Sword Path and the direct disciple of the Sword Grandmaster. Among all the geniuses here, including the few heirs of the Heavenly Path, the successor of the Sword Path was recognized as the number one.
Jian Qiu's life was quite legendary. Even Blood Drop Devil and a few other proud heirs of the Heavenly Path had tacitly acknowledged his status.
"This person is a sentimental person for him to stand out at such a time. However, it's a pity." Jian Qiu smiled and did not answer the question.
"I quite admire him. It is indeed a pity that he will not be able to walk out of here alive today." The masked woman in the black dress chuckled.
The Blood Drop Devil Son, who was dressed in a black robe, strode forward. He stared intently at Mo Wen and said coldly, "You should not be very old. Perhaps you are much younger than me. There are not many geniuses like you in the various realms. I advise you to leave immediately. I can let bygones be bygones. Don't seek death."
Being able to defeat the Heavenly Corpse Young Master was enough to prove Mo Wen's ability. Among all the immortal cultivators here, Mo Wen was a top existence. Even the Dripping Blood Devil Son did not show any contempt in his eyes, treating him as an existence of equal status.
Mo Wen glanced at the Dripping Blood Devil. Then, he calmly retracted his gaze. His eyebrows were lowered, and he stood motionless in the lightning circle.
"Fine, since you're so stubborn, don't blame us for bullying you with numbers."
A cold look flashed in the Dripping Blood Devil Son's eyes. He strode forward, and crimson light flashed in his hand. A purplish-black longsword appeared. The ancient sword emanated a chaotic, annihilating aura. The surrounding heaven and earth shook, and the space seemed to collapse and be destroyed in front of the longsword.
When the Heavenly Corpse Young Master and Mo Wen fought, they had used their own remarkable powers. They did not use any treasures.
However, after witnessing Mo Wen's ability, the Dripping Blood Devil Son did not dare to underestimate him.
The purplish-black ancient sword was a Universe Sacred Treasure. It was called the Fifth Earth Sword. This sword was not an ordinary Universe Sacred Treasure. It was an ancient sacred treasure passed down from the Middle Age, and it had drunk the blood of countless immortal cultivators.
Very quickly, the Dripping Blood Devil Son stepped into the lightning circle.
"Thunder Divine Rain!"
Almost at the instant that the Dripping Blood Devil Son stepped into the lightning circle, the heaven and earth roared. A frightening bolt of white lightning suddenly crashed over. It was like a flickering light, and its speed was extremely fast.
Humph!
The Dripping Blood Devil Son coldly snorted. The Fifth Earth Sword in his hand suddenly lit up with crimson light, and it collided with the Thunder Divine Rain.
The roars did not stop. The lightning spear illusion was instantly cut into two by the Fifth Earth Sword.
Right now, the sky full of lightning rain had just descended. However, the Thunder Divine Rain had already been broken by the Dripping Blood Devil Son. Some of the remaining power could not be unleashed at all.
Mo Wen frowned slightly. The Dripping Blood Devil Son had broken through the Thunder Divine Rain too easily. Clearly, in terms of cultivation, the difference between him and the Dripping Blood Devil Son was still very big.
Ever since he had broken through to the Supreme Profundity Realm, his Thunder Path had also broken through to the small path level. When he unleashed the Thunder Divine Rain again, its power was completely different from before. He could already completely unleash the power of this small path seventh-rank remarkable power. However, he did not expect that the Dripping Blood Devil Son would be able to so casually break his Thunder Divine Rain with a strike of his sword.
"As expected. Your cultivation is not strong, but you can most likely defeat the Heavenly Corpse Young Master because of something special about your soul, right?"
The Dripping Blood Devil Son narrowed his eyes slightly. Crimson light flashed in his pupils. Others might not have been able to see the details of the battle between Mo Wen and the Heavenly Corpse Young Master just now, but the Dripping Blood Devil Son knew very well that the victor had been decided through a battle of souls.
This person's soul was certainly not simple. The Heavenly Corpse Young Master was a ghost cultivator and was most proficient in the power of souls. Under such circumstances, he had still lost to the Dripping Blood Devil Son in a battle of souls, and he had lost miserably at that. From this, it could be seen that the cultivation of this person's soul had already reached an unfathomable level.
In reality, ever since the Dripping Blood Devil Son stepped into the lightning circle, his entire being had been tense. He was rather cautious and on guard. His cultivation of the soul was far from the Heavenly Corpse Young Master's. He was afraid that Mo Wen had some method that could directly attack the soul to deal with him.
"I have a protective treasure to protect my soul. No matter how high your attainments in the soul are, you cannot threaten me."
The Dripping Blood Devil Son's silhouette flashed and he pounced towards Mo Wen. Right now, he no longer had any reservations. With his status, it was naturally impossible that he did not have some special life-saving methods. His soul was of utmost importance and was far more important than his physical body. How could he not have any protective measures?
A lightning silhouette and a crimson silhouette were engaged in battle.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the entire main burial chamber. Crimson light and lightning constantly intertwined. A terrifying aura constantly swept through the main hall. Some immortal cultivators even retreated to the outside of the main hall to avoid being affected.
In the crowd, Gu Jingman clenched her fists tightly. Her eyes were fixed on Mo Wen at all times. If anything unexpected happened, she would immediately stand out without a care.
The Dripping Blood Devil Son was rather powerful. A casual attack from him could most likely kill a large number of ordinary great attainment Supreme Profundity cultivators.
In a head-on battle, there was still quite a distance between Mo Wen and the Dripping Blood Devil Son.
In just a moment, his body was riddled with wounds.
His Yin Yang Qi had already broken through to the second level and reached the Yin Yang Understanding Realm. The Yin Yang Qi in his body was comparable to that of a Divine Illusionary Realm immortal cultivator. Whether it was in terms of quality or quantity, it was rather astonishing.
Even so, it still could not compare to the Dripping Blood Devil Son. His spiritual power was also not ordinary spiritual power. Instead, it was a type of terrifying energy that was filled with killing intent. In terms of attack power, it was far above the Yin Yang Qi. (To be continued.)
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