If someone became a Saint, it meant that they could affect the battle and upset the balance.
In particular, in previous Battles of the Crimson River, they had always been at the top. Once they became Saints, they could crush all their enemies.
Therefore, it was not necessarily a good thing for someone to become a Saint at the Battle of the Crimson River in the past.
Just like at this moment, all eyes fell on Ye Wuchen.
Xing Chou and Xiang Nan, two powerful figures with great reputations, both had cold looks in their eyes.
It was not because they had any grudges against Ye Wuchen, but because they were on the same battlefield. Ye Wuchen becoming a Saint would undoubtedly affect them.
In such a situation, they naturally had to get rid of him before he completely became a Saint.
There was still a period of time before one comprehended the Divine Path, underwent the Divine Catastrophe, and completely became a Saint. This period of time was often fatal for someone in the Saint Plane, unless they gave up.
Otherwise, it might even affect their ability to withstand the Divine Catastrophe.
At this time, Ye Wuchen's sword will had already torn apart the attack of the Swords of Kasyapa. The powerful sword will blasted the Dragon and Elephant Cauldron high into the sky, causing it to shake.
A mighty sword will surrounded Ye Wuchen's body. Infinite swords appeared around him, covering the entire battlefield.
There seemed to be a catastrophe of the Way of the Sword falling from the sky. The crimson sky and the light of the catastrophe mixed together, making the atmosphere even more oppressive and terrifying.
Ye Wuchen also felt several eyes fall on him. He knew that he had attracted the attention of others because he had triggered the Divine Catastrophe. Those who had not cared much about him might now want to drive him away from the battlefield.
"Since you have entered the Divine Path, it is already an opportunity. You may leave now," Xiang Nan said to Ye Wuchen. Xiang Nan looked at Ye Wuchen. Even if Ye Wuchen became a Saint, it would not affect him much. As a son of Emperor Xiang, he would not show any respect to someone who had become a Saint.
It made no difference to him whether he became a Saint earlier or later. The key to this battle was to enter the Regional Palace to cultivate.
Ye Wuchen looked at Xiang Nan, his eyes as sharp as a sword. Then he looked in Yu Sheng's direction. If he left the battlefield, would Yu Sheng be able to make it to the end?
Seeing that Ye Wuchen was hesitating, the Catastrophe of the Great Path was already gathering. Xiang Nan took a step forward.
He took a step into the air and grabbed at the air. In an instant, a terrifying scene appeared above Ye Wuchen's head. A holy shadow appeared there, like a god. The figure stretched out all five fingers and pressed down, turning into a golden palm print in the sky. It smashed down and pressed down on Ye Wuchen's body.
The Sword Will on Ye Wuchen's body whizzed out, going against the flow and blasting towards the giant handprint. The giant handprint immediately burst with golden light, as if there were layers of light curtains flowing, constantly smashing the Sword Will, suppressing the void sky, and blasting towards Ye Wuchen's body.
Ye Wuchen stretched out his only arm and pointed his finger at the sky. The infinite swords of the Great Path merged into one, turning into a giant broken sword that blasted toward the giant palm print in the void.
When the palm print and the sword collided, a dazzling golden light burst out.
Xiang Nan's expression was indifferent. He glanced over, and his eyes shone with a dazzling light. Xiang Nan held his hands up in front of him and formed a strange seal.
The holy figure was like the shadow of a Renhuang, and it seemed to take the form of Xiang Nan. As the seal was cast, a five-clawed golden dragon wrapped around the holy figure. Its huge, sharp claws smashed down, covering the sky and trying to drown Ye Wuchen's body.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise as the giant sword was pressed down. Xiang Nan said, "Your swordsmanship is not bad. Since you've taken the opportunity to become a Saint, you should stop here. Your Path cannot withstand a greater opportunity."
Even though Ye Wuchen had been the first to comprehend the opportunity of the Great Path on the battlefield of the Crimson River, he was not the strongest. In fact, he was one of the weaker ones on the battlefield. Before he became a Saint, even though his strength had increased, it was still impossible for him to stay on the battlefield.
Unless Ye Wuchen himself was a top cultivator on the battlefield.
Obviously, Xiang Nan did not think that Ye Wuchen was qualified.
Seeing the great pressure that Ye Wuchen was under, Huang Jiuge, who had already pushed Dong Chen back, rose into the air. Dazzling light bloomed as he drew the Renhuang Bow with both hands. Nine arrows were nocked on the bowstring, locked onto Xiang Nan.
The moment the arrows pierced through the air, they made an ear-piercing roar. They were absolutely domineering.
The furious arrows could pierce through the Great Path. Xiang Nan glanced at Huang Jiuge. At that moment, a figure stood between them. It was Xing Chou, the one who had been the most popular in the Battle of the Crimson River.
His whole body shone brilliantly. Rings of light bloomed from his body. He stood there casually like a god of war, giving off an unshakable feeling.
Xing Qiu took a step forward and hallowed golden light screens burst forth from his body. The domineering arrows tore through the air and slammed into the light screens, causing a deafening explosion. The very air itself trembled violently.
The arrow pierced into the light screen bit by bit. It seemed as if it was about to shatter the will, but Xing Chou grabbed it with his hand. There was a loud clang, and a huge palm print caught the arrow in his hand, then shattered it.
Although Xing Chou did not care about Ye Wuchen, if he was allowed to truly step into the Saint plane, he would be a variable. Naturally, he had to stop Ye Wuchen.
Huang Jiuge stepped forward. His Renhuang Body was extremely majestic. He held the Renhuang Sword in his hand, and a majestic will swept out. It seemed to have a monstrous and domineering will that slammed into Xing Chou's body.
Xing Chou glanced at him indifferently. A descendant of Renhuang who had just comprehended the will of the Great Path wanted to shake him?
It was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
An extremely tall figure appeared behind him, like a god of war, full of boundless power.
Seeing Huang Jiuge coming at him with the Renhuang Sword, Xing Chou stepped into the void. Around his body, the void shook violently. Brilliant rings of light bloomed from his body, seeming to resonate with the Great Path of heaven and earth. It was as if the entire world was under his control.
The illusion of the battlefield around Huang Jiuge's body exploded and shattered wildly. The god of war figure behind Xing Chou slammed his palm downwards. Suddenly, the Great Path became one, and there seemed to be a supreme pressure of the Great Path attacking directly towards Huang Jiuge's Renhuang Sword.
A destructive storm swept through the world. When the palm print and the Renhuang Sword collided, the domineering might wanted to break the palm print, but a terrifying light exploded directly on Huang Jiuge's body. The violent palm print sent Huang Jiuge's body flying.
Xing Chou's expression was indifferent. The towering god of war once again blasted out a palm print towards Huang Jiuge. Countless palm prints seemed to be born at the same time, crushing the void. Huang Jiuge looked up into the sky. He felt that his opponent's palm print was everywhere, as if it was one with the Great Path.
A series of violent attacks fell, and Huang Jiuge's body was knocked back until he fell onto the battle platform of the Crimson River with a grunt.
The wind howled, and an even stronger palm print descended from the sky, accompanied by the god of war's shadow. Huang Jiuge looked up at the god of war's shadow, which had become one with the Great Path. His heart trembled slightly. It seemed that his strength was still far from enough.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and Huang Jiuge's body bent, almost falling to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.
On the other side of the battlefield, Ye Wuchen's situation was not looking good either. Xiang Nan's powerful attack had gathered the Catastrophe of the Great Path, and it seemed that it could fall at any moment.
At that moment, Di Hao also attacked Ye Wuchen. The bells and cauldrons rang, and the sword qi slashed through Ye Wuchen's defenses. The Sword of Kasyapa pierced through Ye Wuchen's body, and blood stained his clothes.
"Go down," shouted Xiang Nan coldly. Xiang Nan shouted coldly. Suddenly, a giant handprint smashed down, slapping Ye Wuchen to the ground.
Everyone on the shores of the Crimson River was shocked when they saw this. For cultivators, becoming a Saint was a time of proving the Way. It was a sacred thing.
But only on the battlefield of the Crimson River would Saints be treated as aliens and cruelly suppressed.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise as the Catastrophe of the Great Path fell, piercing through Ye Wuchen's body. The sword will cleansed his physical body and spiritual energy. Ye Wuchen's body trembled slightly. He had just been injured, and the descent of the Catastrophe of the Great Path was not a good thing for him.
Yu Sheng naturally saw the battle over there. On the battlefield where he was, Kong Xuan and Kong Zhan were attacking wildly. With the support of the divine light of nine colors, their power shook heaven and earth. They collided again and again, shaking the world.
At that moment, Yu Sheng's arm swept out, pushing Kong Xuan and Kong Zhan back. A divine bird's claws came crashing down towards his head. It was Jialou Feng.
Yu Sheng stretched out his left arm to block. Jialou Feng's claws came crashing down, trying to tear his arm apart. But Yu Sheng's other hand shot out like lightning, catching the golden roc's claws.
"Bang." He stepped into the air, and the golden roc struggled madly, trying to break free from Yu Sheng's hand. But Yu Sheng's body was like a demon's. He suddenly flung the roc's body downwards.
The golden roc spat out a golden sword from its mouth. Yu Sheng covered his eyes with his arm. The wind blew past them, and the two of them fell to the ground at high speed.
Yu Sheng raised his arm, and with a loud noise, Jialou Feng was smashed into the ground.
But before he could react, Yu Sheng's foot landed directly on his abdomen, and he grabbed his golden wings with both hands. With a loud roar, he tore off the feathers one by one, causing Jialou Feng to scream in pain.
Yu Sheng ignored his screams. He raised his head and glanced at Kong Xuan and Kong Zhan in the air. Then he stomped on the ground and ran in the direction of Ye Wuchen.
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