"You're crazy!!"
When Ye Zichen gnashed his teeth and shouted out the third move, the godhead within his weapon roared angrily in his head.
In the void …
The rift opened.
Ye Zichen released his surging divine power.
By the time he released the second move, he was already struggling to withstand the power of the Godhead, and blood was flowing out of his mouth and nose.
This time.
He was so angry that golden blood flowed out of his ears.
"Imperial Star!"
"Hurry up and stop!"
"You should know very well that you can't bear this kind of burden right now. The second style is already the limit of what you can handle. The third style will cause your body to collapse. "
The godhead comforted Ye Zichen.
This was the only thing he could do.
The one who'd condensed a godhead was Ye Zichen. In other words, Ye Zichen was his master. Even if a Godhead had its own consciousness, it couldn't go against the will of its creator.
All he could do was tell Ye Zichen to stop.
It was not too late to stop now.
Little did they know …
By now, Ye Zichen couldn't care less. All he wanted to do was leave.
Su Yan was still waiting for him to return.
Coco and the others were waiting for him.
"Descend!!!"
Ye Zichen's bones crackled under the immense pressure. He gripped the golden sword in his hand, his veins bulging, and his teeth trembling uncontrollably.
Puff …
At that moment, a golden mist of blood burst from his body and golden blood seeped out from the pores under his clothes.
"Se … Future Lord …"
When Ye Zichen did this, the crowd was no longer astonished. Instead, they were so solemn they couldn't speak.
Everyone could see that releasing this kind of divine skill.
It was a huge burden on Ye Zichen.
At this moment, he could not bear it at all. He was fighting with his life on the line, squeezing out his willpower and life force to condense the third golden sword in the void.
Everyone was silent.
Tianhai sighed in his heart as he watched Ye Zichen, who had risked his life to form the golden sword.
It had been a long time since he had felt so powerless.
When faced with such a dangerous situation, he couldn't think of any solutions. The only thing he could do was to resign himself to death and entrust his life and future to others.
Ten thousand years, or tens of thousands of years.
All in all, ever since Ou Yangming became a Venerable One, or rather, ever since he was given an Honorary Title, his life had not been smooth sailing. At the very least, he had never felt so frustrated.
Tianhai swore.
This feeling was really terrible. No matter what, he couldn't let this kind of situation happen again.
He also knew that Ye Zichen was under a lot of pressure.
But there was nothing he could do.
None of them had ever interacted with the gods, nor did they know what kind of transformation Ye Zichen was undergoing. If they rashly stepped forward to help him, who knew if it would be good or bad for him?
Furthermore …
When Ye Zichen headed for the edge, he didn't need anyone's help. It was very likely that he was trying to tell the outside world that he didn't need anyone's help.
"Condense!"
Ye Zichen growled.
As he spoke, the third golden sword finally formed in the void.
Three ten-meter-long swords hovered in the air.
The golden swords released a fierce and sharp aura. These three swords were like the punishment of a God King. The dazzling golden light and the holy and dignified aura made people feel intimidated.
"God Race! God Race! You're actually a God Race!!! "
The youth's expression was frighteningly brilliant. He cupped his face in his hands, and his eyes shone so brightly that no one could look him in the eye. His cheeks were flushed with an inexplicable red.
His legs rubbed against each other as if he'd reached the pinnacle of his life. His expression was one of infatuation, as if he wanted to devour Ye Zichen whole.
He didn't know how long it'd been since a God Race member had appeared.
He never would have guessed he'd run into a God Race member here. Previously, he'd only wanted to study Ye Zichen's martial soul, but this time, he'd done everything he could to further his research.
"Where should I start my research?"
"Should I dissect him first? Or test his blood first …. No, let's start with his brain. I heard that the God Race's godhead condenses in their heads. If I can extract it …."
"You're mine, you're absolutely mine …."
The youth clutched the air, his voice sickly as he looked at Ye Zichen and muttered to himself.
He didn't try to hide anything when he said this.
Mu Yi, who was at the side, heard it clearly.
When he heard this, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He subconsciously took a few steps to the side.
Even though the youth looked somewhat perverted and neurotic …
When he saw the three golden swords, Mu Yi couldn't help but gulp.
"Hey, are you sure he can't break them?"
"It doesn't matter whether he breaks them or not." The youth rested his chin on his hands, his sickly expression unchanging. "He can't escape. I want him. I must have him."
"This guy …."
Mu Yi couldn't help but frown. Ever since he'd met this youth, his temperament had been constantly changing.
"I have to have him, I must have him …."
The young man seemed to be possessed as he kept muttering to himself.
At that moment, Ye Zichen, who'd condensed three golden swords …
His eyes suddenly froze.
"Accumulate!"
Rumble …..
The three golden swords in the void seemed to have been replenished with energy, and all three golden swords began to accumulate power.
Before long, Ye Zichen's entire body was covered in golden light.
Blood seeped out of his eyes.
"Emperor Star! That's enough! "
The godhead roared in Ye Zichen's mind. If this continued, his body would absolutely be torn to shreds. This was no longer a matter of willpower; it was a matter of how much his body could endure.
The golden light of the three golden swords grew increasingly pure.
Ye Zichen's eyes shone with unprecedented determination.
Several dozen meters away, over a thousand formation masters stood outside, forming a formation. When they saw the three golden swords, their eyes were filled with terror.
"It'll break! It'll definitely break! "
Countless people thought the same thing. There was no way their formation could withstand the attacks of the three golden swords. Their formation would definitely break. When that happened, they'd all die here.
"Hold on! We have thousands of people here. Even a cosmic system level Ye Zichen can't break our seal from the inside!" shouted one of the formation masters.
Even so, the pressure released by the golden sword brought a strong sense of oppression to everyone present.
"I'm done!"
Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore. He withdrew his cosmic energy from the formation, then ran off into the distance without even looking back. As more and more people stopped attacking, the seal was already on the verge of breaking before Ye Zichen could even attack!
At that moment, Ye Zichen looked up and roared.
"Break!"
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