Seeing this, the cultivators of the nine tribes on Sun Castle were all stunned.
It turned out that Duan Wuji, the Prince of Emperor Dong's Palace, was the first to be seriously injured. Judging from his current state, it was obvious that he was seriously injured, and he was still trying to suppress the Flames of the Way in his body.
In another direction, Ye Futian glanced up into the sky. The Divine Sun Cauldron devoured everything, nibbling away at the green vortex bit by bit. Duan Wuji had no time to care about anything else, so the confrontation in the sky was completely defeated.
"Duan Wuji lost." Many people's hearts trembled. Clearly, this result was unexpected.
If it was just a battle, Ye Futian, the City Lord of Qianye City, might not have a glorious record, but because of Yu Sheng, he might be very strong. It was understandable that he could fight with Duan Wuji.
However, this was a duel between flames.
The God-eating Fire of the Way of Emperor Dong's Palace was very famous. Since they had entered the Ancestor's Land together, they thought that Duan Wuji would definitely win, but the truth was obviously beyond everyone's expectations.
Ye Futian, the City Lord of Qianye City, had defeated Duan Wuji, the Prince of Emperor Dong's Palace, in the battle of flames.
Even the Zhu tribe and the Wu tribe, who had chosen Ye Futian, had not expected it. They had strange looks on their faces. If they had known that Ye Futian had such mastery over the flames, they would have fought to invite him when he arrived at Emperor Kua's City, instead of being ignored and letting the Wu tribe take advantage of him.
However, when they thought of the relationship between the Wu Clan and the Zhu Clan, many people revealed strange expressions.
Now, Yin Tianjiao of the Zhu clan was still there, and Ye Futian, whom the Wu clan had invited, was also so powerful. There was almost no suspense in the battle for the Ancestral Lands.
Although Saint Jiuyou's disciple was strong, it was difficult for him to fight against two experts alone.
It would be difficult for him to shake any one of them.
After all, Ye Futian had proven his strength in this battle.
In other words, if the Wu Clan intended to give way to the Zhu Clan, then there would be no suspense in this battle. The Zhu Clan would definitely win, and they would have the opportunity to open the ancestral land.
The Eight Great Tribes would be eliminated.
However, would the Wu clan and Ye Futian give way?
If she didn't, who would be stronger, Ye Futian and Yin Tianjiao?
"Lord Ye's strength is extraordinary. I didn't expect him to defeat even Prince Dong's Palace. It seems that even the disciple of Saint Jiuyou would find it difficult to defeat Lord Ye," the burly middle-aged man with a long red beard from the Zhu clan said.
Saint Jiuyou's disciple glanced at him and then looked at Ye Futian.
Ye Futian raised his eyebrows. This cultivator of the Zhu tribe was really not polite at all. He wanted to instigate him to fight with Saint Jiuyou's disciple again?
Among everyone present, he was the one who had fought the most.
Moreover, even though he had defeated Duan Wuji, he had still used up a lot of energy, and a lot of the will he had refined had been destroyed.
What's more, Duan Wuji's attack had actually injured him. How could that terrifying flame not affect him at all?
Sage Jiuyou's disciple was not weak. The Black Lotus Karmic Fire contained a terrifying destructive power.
He had just finished his battle, and now he was fighting again. Even if he managed to defeat the disciple of Saint Jiuyou, he would not be in the same condition as when he was at his peak.
At this moment, only he and Yin Tianjiao were left.
He naturally knew what the cultivator of the Zhu tribe was thinking.
These words seemed to provoke the disciple of Saint Jiuyou's desire to fight. He stared at Ye Futian, and the Black Lotus Karmic Fire circled around his body. Destructive power roared out.
Obviously, he was ready to fight.
But at that moment, a figure flashed and descended on the battlefield, appearing in front of the disciple of Saint Jiuyou.
That beautiful figure was Yin Tianjiao.
She did not wait for Ye Futian to fight with the disciple of Saint Jiuyou. Instead, she walked out.
Terrifying flames burned on her body, and she was bathed in divine flames. An extremely violent aura swept out from her body, and she rushed towards the disciple of Saint Jiuyou.
The cultivator of the Zhu tribe was stunned when he saw this. He was clearly surprised that Yin Tianjiao would come out of her own accord.
But soon after, he felt relieved. These people were all proud sons and daughters of the heavens.
Yin Tianjiao must have been an extremely proud person, and she could tell what he was trying to do.
As such, she walked out of her own accord, disdaining to use such methods.
The cultivator of the Zhu tribe sneered inwardly. Yin Tianjiao was indeed proud, but the Ancestral Lands were extremely important to the Nine Major Tribes.
Now that it was within their reach, how could they give it up so easily? They naturally used all kinds of methods.
Moreover, it was not a despicable method to waste the power of their opponents.
Ye Futian looked at Yin Tianjiao. This woman was indeed a proud woman.
Duan Wuji was still sitting there. At that moment, he opened his eyes and looked at Ye Futian. He said, "What kind of Flames of the Way is this?"
The pure white flames seemed transparent, but they also seemed to exist out of thin air.
These flames seemed impossible to extinguish. Even though he tried to suppress them with Renhuang will, he was still burned by the flames.
"I comprehended these flames a long time ago when I was cultivating, but it was only a prototype at that time, and I never used it. After entering these ruins, I refined the Flames of the Way, picked them up again, and refined them into Flames of the Way. I call them the Flames of White Glass," Ye Futian looked at Duan Wuji and replied.
"These flames have the will of endless life, don't they?" asked Duan Wuji.
Ye Futian nodded slightly. The flames had indeed been infused with the will of endless life, and they were difficult to extinguish.
Duan Wuji smiled and said, "I didn't expect to lose to you in a battle of flames."
He was extremely confident in the Flames of the Way that he had cultivated. These flames were extremely powerful.
"Your mastery of flames is already very good," said Ye Futian. Then he turned and walked back to his seat. He was not exaggerating; he was telling the truth.
If he hadn't used the will of the emperor and the will of Renhuang to suppress them, he would probably be struggling like Duan Wuji.
The Flames of the Way that had burned into his body were extremely terrifying.
Duan Wuji looked at Ye Futian, then turned and left. The light of the Chong tribe dimmed as well.
Only Ye Futian and the cultivators of the Wu tribe shone the brightest.
On the battlefield, two powerful cultivators were engaged in a violent battle. Although Yin Tianjiao had refined many powerful flames of the Great Path, it was as if she had integrated all of them into her own offensive techniques. She exploded with extremely powerful power as she attacked wildly.
The Black Lotus Hellfire of Saint Jiuyou's disciple was extremely powerful, but Yin Tianjiao seemed to be fearless as she fought.
In the end, Yin Tianjiao defeated Saint Jiuyou's disciple and made it to the end.
He saw the dim radiance of the Crow Tribe, and the even more resplendent Zhu Tribe.
The sun shone down, and only two of the nine tribes were left.
Moreover, the light was so bright that it shot into the sky.
What was even more unacceptable was that these two people were cultivators of the Zhu tribe and the Wu tribe.
These two tribes had always been very close, and seemed to be working together. Now that they had made it to the end, how could people not feel strange?
Was there still a need to fight?
Ye Futian was still busy refining the will of the Way. He closed his eyes and cultivated, as if he hadn't seen the end of Yin Tianjiao's battle.
The cultivator of the Zhu tribe looked at Ye Futian and said, "Lord Ye, when we get back, I will reward you handsomely. How about we end this battle here?"
Obviously, he hoped that Ye Futian would give up.
Although Yin Tianjiao was very strong, if he could take her down without fighting, then everything would be settled.
If Ye Futian was still here, then he would be a variable.
Someone who could defeat Duan Wuji of Emperor Dong's Palace would definitely lose to the princess of Emperor Wu, who cultivated in the Crimson Dragon Realm.
"End it here?" Ye Futian looked at the cultivator of the Zhu tribe and said, "I was asked by the elders of the Wu tribe to participate in the battle. Now that I have come this far, how can I give up? I will give it my all."
The cultivator of the Zhu tribe frowned, a little displeased.
He looked at the cultivator of the Wu tribe, indicating that he should take action.
The cultivator of the Wu tribe looked at him, then at Ye Futian, and said, "Both of them are peerless figures. This battle of the pinnacle will be a good opportunity to watch. How about we let them fight?"
The cultivator of the Zhu tribe frowned. The cultivator of the Wu tribe seemed to have other ideas.
Was it because Ye Futian's strength had given him some confidence and given him other ideas?
"Wu Yong, what do you mean by this?" The cultivator of the Zhu tribe's tone was cold. The other cultivators of the Zhu tribe also looked at the cultivators of the Wu tribe, and a fierce look flashed in their eyes.
Did they want to make a comeback?
"Boom!"
At that moment, a violent aura of fire exploded and swept out.
Ye Futian ignored the cultivator of the Zhu tribe. He released his might and rushed towards Yin Tianjiao.
It was obvious that he was ready to fight.
As for the advice of the cultivator of the Zhu tribe, he would not listen.
Why had he come here?
Now, he was only one step away. Was he supposed to give up?
"Please enlighten me." The violent flames roared towards Yin Tianjiao. The furnace of the Great Path could burn everything in the world. Yin Tianjiao waited, staring at Ye Futian.
In an instant, there was a roar from her body. She was as hot as the sun, and her might was frightening.
"Boom!" The violent aura shot into the sky. Yin Tianjiao seemed to have turned into a goddess of war. Divine light shot into the sky as she stared at the figure coming towards her.
The power of the Great Path descended. It was the will of space, and it wanted to imprison her body.
However, Yin Tianjiao took a step forward. She had no intention of retreating. Instead, she stepped forward, as if she was stepping on Ye Futian's heart. In front of her, a huge palm print coalesced, and it shot towards Ye Futian.
The battle between the two of them erupted in an instant.
The cultivator of the Zhu tribe's eyes were cold. He looked at Ye Futian with unkind eyes, but soon, he stared at the battle.
This battle was very important.
For this trip to the ruins, the Wu tribe had invited Ye Futian. But after seeing Ye Futian's true strength, the Wu tribe had chosen to gamble on him.
He wanted to see how the cultivators of the Wu tribe would answer to him if Ye Futian was defeated by Yin Tianjiao.
Even if they won, so what? Did the Wu tribe think they could suppress them?
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