Mo Tong gave a cold snort and said, "Then bring it on!"
Whoosh –
A terrifying aura erupted from Mo Tong's body as a beam of starlight shot into the sky. He had directly used his astrology.
Ye Xing stepping on his head was already the limit of what Mo Tong could tolerate. He could not tolerate a second person challenging his position.
Ying Xiangyang's challenge had completely ignited the anger in Mo Tong's heart, causing his strength to erupt.
"Hahaha …!"
Ying Xiangyang sneered. He did not care much about the terrifying aura that Mo Tong had erupted with.
Ying Xiangyang said, "You have quite a temper. It's a pity that your strength has not improved much in the past year. You have a temper but no strength. Nothing good will come of it."
Mo Tong said angrily, "It's more than enough to deal with a junior like you!"
Ying Xiangyang chuckled. "Haha … I'll let you see what a true genius is!"
As he spoke, Ying Xiangyang raised his hand and a high-grade spirit weapon appeared. At the same time, a beam of starlight shot out from between his eyebrows. He had used his astrology.
Ying Xiangyang's astrology was a hurricane star, and its grade had reached the pinnacle.
Whoosh –
Ying Xiangyang's hurricane astrology greatly increased his speed. His figure flashed and he disappeared in an instant.
Mo Tong's expression suddenly changed. Ying Xiangyang's speed was too fast. Even he couldn't see Ying Xiangyang's figure clearly. He could only vaguely see a faint figure moving at extreme speed, leaving behind a series of afterimages.
Ying Xiangyang not only had the hurricane astrology to increase speed, but his comprehension of the power of the wind far surpassed that of ordinary geniuses. He had walked far in the realm of intricacy, and his attainments in lightness techniques were also quite high.
In terms of speed, even a nine-star Venerable might not be a match for Ying Xiangyang. Mo Tong's strength was considered average among eight-star Venerables, so it was naturally difficult for him to see Ying Xiangyang's figure clearly.
Mo Tong's expression was grim. Ying Xiangyang suddenly appeared in front of him and then behind him. His whereabouts were unpredictable, and he could attack from any direction. This made Mo Tong feel that it was impossible to guard against, and the pressure was great.
"If you want to fight, then fight. What tricks are you playing?"
Seeing that Ying Xiangyang was not attacking, Mo Tong shouted coldly.
If Ying Xiangyang had attacked him directly, Mo Tong would have been able to lock onto his position. However, Ying Xiangyang was constantly moving around him, making it impossible for Mo Tong to pinpoint Ying Xiangyang's position. His heart was constantly on guard, and it was very stifling.
"Haha … Are you in such a hurry to fail? I'll fulfill your wish! "
Ying Xiangyang said with a smile. His voice seemed to come from all directions. As soon as he finished speaking, seven air-piercing sounds suddenly rang out in the void.
Seven beams of sword energy shot toward Mo Tong from different directions and angles.
Supreme-class Spiritual Martial Art – Eighteen Swords of Sky Eagle!
Ying Xiangyang changed his direction and stabbed out seven times in an instant.
Fierce Blood Claw!
Mo Tong's hands turned red as he executed the Ferocious Blood Claw. He quickly clawed out and shattered the seven astral swords.
"Is that all you've got?" Mo Tong shouted coldly.
"Hehe, that was just an appetizer. Now we're getting serious!"
Ying Xiangyang's voice rang out, followed by the flash of his sword.
In the blink of an eye, twelve sword lights shot toward Mo Tong from the front, back, left, right, and all directions.
Mo Tong's pupils constricted as a sense of danger rose in him. He could easily block the seven beams of sword energy that came at him at the same time, but Ying Xiangyang's twelve beams of sword energy that came at him from different directions made him feel as though he could not block them.
After all, these were beams of sword energy that came at him from different directions. If they had come from the same direction, Mo Tong might have been able to block dozens of them at the same time. However, Mo Tong now felt that his life was in danger.
"Bloodshadow Tempest!"
Mo Tong shouted and unleashed the ultimate move of the Fierce Blood Claw. Claw shadows slashed out in all directions, stirring up a bloody tempest. Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Ten beams of sword energy were blocked by Mo Tong.
However, there were a total of twelve beams of sword energy that came at him!
Swoosh!
When Mo Tong unleashed the Bloodshadow Tempest, he made his move. He dispersed the ten beams of sword energy and shot out from a safe angle. The other two beams of sword energy missed.
"I've been waiting for you to break out of the encirclement!"
Ying Xiangyang's voice rang out, accompanied by a terrifying beam of sword energy.
Whoosh!
The air was split in half, and the sky seemed to have been cut open by the sword energy. The terrifying beam of sword energy arrived in front of Mo Tong in an instant.
This attack was not just a long-range attack of sword energy. Ying Xiangyang wielded a supreme-grade spirit weapon and charged directly at him. It was an extremely fast and powerful attack!
The speed of this sword was faster than any of the previous ones. Mo Tong was horrified. He hastily circulated his astral energy to form a protective shield to prevent Qiang Qiang from clawing at him. The sword energy was already in front of him.
The claw attack had just formed when it was split open by the beam of sword energy. The protective shield was also split in two by the supreme-grade spirit weapon.
The supreme-grade spirit weapon slammed into Mo Tong's body. Mo Tong grunted in pain and spat out a mouthful of blood as he retreated rapidly.
Mo Tong was wearing a supreme-grade spirit grade defensive inner armor. The blade of the sword did not cut through the inner armor and injure his body, but the terrifying power contained in the attack was transmitted into Mo Tong's body and injured his internal organs.
Ying Xiangyang sheathed his sword and stood with a proud expression. "I, Ying Xiangyang, am the number one prodigy of the East Divine Continent. Prodigy? Who in the East Divine Continent dares to call themselves prodigies in front of Ying Xiangyang? "
Mo Tong was sent flying a thousand meters away by Ying Xiangyang's attack. His face was deathly pale, and he hurriedly ate a healing spirit pill. Only then did his complexion improve.
Looking at the arrogant Ying Xiangyang, Mo Tong's face was livid with rage.
His pride as the number one prodigy had been mercilessly crushed once again. Ying Xiangyang had followed in Ye Xing's footsteps and stepped on his head as well.
Pfft!
Mo Tong spat out another mouthful of blood, but this time it was not caused by Ying Xiangyang. It was because he had nowhere to vent his frustrations and had been angered to the point of vomiting blood.
However, after vomiting blood, the frustration in his heart had dissipated by quite a bit. Looking at the arrogant Ying Xiangyang, Mo Tong's brows furrowed, and a thought suddenly occurred to him.
Mo Tong said hatefully, "Ying Xiangyang, the title of number one prodigy of the East Divine Continent is not yours!"
Ying Xiangyang's gaze was like a sword as he stared at Mo Tong. "Even you were defeated by me. Who else … can be my match?"
Hearing the words' defeated by me ', Mo Tong's face turned green and almost twisted. He was infuriated.
Mo Tong's gaze swept over Ye Xing. "The number one prodigy of my Bloodedge Empire's younger generation is no longer me, but Ye Xing. You are still far from being the number one prodigy of the East Divine Continent!"
Whether it was Ye Xing or Ying Xiangyang, Mo Tong's heart was filled with hatred. Therefore, as long as the two of them fought, one of them would be injured.
No matter who was injured, Mo Tong would feel better in his heart.
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