Ye Futian and Xiang Ze stood facing each other in the center of the banquet hall.
One was a genius from the Crimson Dragon Realm, and the other had come all the way from Emperor Xiang's Realm to seek revenge.
Xiang Ze had come all the way from Emperor Xiang's Realm and fought his way to the Peach Banquet. There was no doubt about his talent and strength.
Now, he was officially challenging Ye Futian.
Between the two of them, who had a better understanding of the Thousand Word Proverb?
"City Lord Ye used the great path of Renhuang to summon Emperor Kua and kill a Holiness of Nirvana of Xiang Imperial City. Your name has spread far and wide. Today, I can finally see what kind of person you are," said Xiang Ze calmly.
But everyone could hear the provocation in his words.
The death of a Nirvana-Plane cultivator was a disaster for many cities. Even a Renhuang Realm like Emperor Xiang's Realm would suffer a loss.
Because of the death of a Nirvana-Plane cultivator, Xiang Nan had to leave Emperor Xiang's City and go to Emperor Xiang's Realm to recruit people.
That was why he had come here.
"During the battle between Emperor Xia's Realm and Emperor Li's Realm, Xiang Nan sent people to Qianye City to watch the battle and asked for cultivation resources. I gave them a lot, but it didn't seem to satisfy His Highness Xiang Nan's appetite. When the two sides were fighting, people from Emperor Xiang's City arrived," replied Ye Futian.
"Later, during the battle of Qianye City, the City Lord's Office was in danger. His Highness Xiang Nan did not hold back at all and ordered the Nirvana-Plane cultivators of Emperor Xiang's City to join the Nine Major Tribes in destroying Qianye City. In front of His Highness Xiang Nan's Realm, I was forced to compromise. My free gifts were not enough to satisfy Emperor Xiang's appetite, so I fought back. How can I be considered a hero? I'm nothing compared to His Highness Xiang Nan's Realm."
The exchange between the two of them was calm and without the slightest bit of anger.
But Xiang Ze wanted to make Emperor Xiang's City the victim, as if Ye Futian had bullied them. That was ridiculous.
Ye Futian's simple words made the feud between the two sides clear. Suddenly, many people looked at the people from Emperor Xiang's Realm mockingly, especially Xiang Nan. He had been a popular genius at the Battle of the Crimson River, but now he was like a clown.
It was indeed ironic to say that the death of the Nirvana-Plane cultivator from Emperor Xiang's Realm was Ye Futian's responsibility.
Xiang Ze's expression did not look too good. What Xiang Nan had told him was naturally different from what Ye Futian had told him. There was a way out.
Everyone was speaking from their own point of view.
But at this moment, there was no time to think so much. He looked at Ye Futian and said, "Please enlighten me, City Lord Ye."
"Please," Ye Futian replied.
Seeing this scene, many people laughed. If they wanted to spar, then spar. There was no need to waste words. Xiang Ze was looking for trouble.
Dazzling light blossomed, and numerous ancient runes appeared around Xiang Ze's body.
In an instant, it enveloped the entire space.
Many people looked in that direction in surprise. These ancient characters were very similar to the ancient characters on the Thousand Word Stele.
Many characters flowed, seeming to contain a formless pressure that resonated with the Great Dao of heaven and earth.
The wind and clouds howled, and the power of the Great Path pressed down, enveloping Ye Futian.
Many people thought to themselves, how could Xiang Ze's comprehension be so strong?
But some people who understood Emperor Xiang's Realm did not find it strange. This was some strange ability that Emperor Xiang had inherited.
Xiang Ze stared at Ye Futian in front of him. His temperament was extraordinary, and his eyes were filled with unparalleled confidence.
Behind Ye Futian, sword seals appeared, like the Swords of Kasyapa.
When Ye Futian had studied the Thousand Word Proverb, he had felt that it was similar to the Swords of Kasyapa. It was like a perfect evolution of the Swords of Kasyapa, and it was not just limited to swords. It contained the laws of the Great Path.
It was much stronger than the Swords of Kasyapa.
But this did not prevent him from forming sword seals in the form of the Swords of Kasyapa.
The Swords of Kasyapa swallowed and spat out terrible sword will. The sword will of the world around them gathered and melded into them.
Each Sword Seal seemed to contain an extremely terrifying pressure.
The 33 Swords of Kasyapa surrounded Ye Futian. Sword light flowed forward, making it seem like a river of swords had appeared in the space.
The two of them had not yet made a move, but there was already a strong will to fight. The Peach Banquet seemed particularly oppressive.
Xiang Ze stretched out his hand and pointed forward. He said, "Go."
As soon as he said this, many ancient seals swept out at the same time, covering the sky as they headed towards Ye Futian.
His words were the law.
Screech … The sharp sound of swords whistled out, and a powerful sword screen appeared around Ye Futian. At that moment, one of the ancient seals came crashing down with a roar.
Ye Futian waved his hand, and suddenly a Swords of Kasyapa howled out, colliding with the suppressing seal and shattering it.
But then a second seal descended, and the roar was even louder, causing the Swords of Kasyapa to emit an ear-piercing sound.
Everyone watched as a terrible storm whipped up in front of Xiang Ze. The ancient characters blotted out the sky and continued to fall. It was as if they were operating the rules of the Great Path. The world seemed to be on the verge of collapsing and being suppressed here.
"It has the form, and there is a hint of its will," Ye Futian thought to himself as he watched Xiang Ze's attack. Xiang Ze's attack really did have the form of the ancient characters of the Thousand Word Proverb, and it also contained a hint of its will. The pressure was terrifying, and it was getting stronger and stronger.
Clearly, this Xiang Ze was much more outstanding than Xiang Nan.
The Swords of Kasyapa continued to thrust out, one after another. The sword will grew stronger, forming a sword screen in front of him. It grew more and more powerful, tearing apart the ancient seals.
Above Ye Futian, the 33 Swords of Kasyapa formed a terrible vortex of swordsmanship, shattering all attacks.
He looked at the ancient characters of the Great Path that blotted out the sky. He thought that if Xiang Ze had truly comprehended the will of the Thousand Word Proverb, then this attack would probably be able to destroy the sky. He would not be able to block it.
Even so, Xiang Ze was already very strong.
He stretched out his palm, and with a single thought, the many ancient seals that were roaring and suppressing down immediately turned into the shape of a treasured cauldron. There was a golden true dragon roaring above it, and it let out waves of roars that crushed the sword will below it. It shook the sword veil so much that it kept moving backwards, as if it could be destroyed with a wave of its hand.
Ye Futian also stretched out his hand and thrust it out. Suddenly, the sword will grew even stronger. It was as if invisible swords had gathered together to block the suppression of the power.
Xiang Ze snorted coldly. He took a step forward, and an extremely powerful will descended. Behind the ancient seals, a huge figure seemed to form, like the shadow of a Renhuang.
This Renhuang phantom pressed his palm down from the sky, directly flattening the endless ancient characters. Many ancient characters gathered together, turning into a huge palm print. The five fingers curved downwards, and in an instant, the space where Ye Futian was in seemed to be suppressed by a god.
Rumble … The huge palm print slammed down, and there was a terrifying will of suppression in the center of the palm. It seemed to be condensed from ancient characters, and the moment these characters lit up, it was like the pattern of a matrix, and it directly blasted towards those sword seals.
In an instant, the 33 sword seals collapsed.
"This Xiang Ze is so strong!"
Everyone looked surprised. Not only had Xiang Ze formed an attack similar to the ancient characters on the Thousand Word Stele, but he had also transformed them into various forms.
At this moment, it was as if a Renhuang had descended, and he had unleashed a palm print of the Great Path.
Moreover, all of this seemed to have been formed from the ancient characters. Even though he had used his own powerful will, it still could not be said to be independent of his understanding of the Thousand Word Proverb.
That incomparably huge palm print covered the entire sky. Even the people in the distance could feel the powerful pressure coming from it.
Moreover, if Ye Futian had only formed the 33 sword seals, they would have all been destroyed, and he would have been defeated.
When Xiang Ze saw this, his expression was cold. He wanted to see how Ye Futian was going to turn the tables.
Heaven and earth rumbled as the huge palm print came crashing down. At this moment, many ancient seals appeared in front of Ye Futian.
This time, they were not sword seals, but fist seals.
A terrible fist will of the Great Path condensed, causing the fist seals to transform into a huge fist.
Ye Futian raised his arm and punched into the air.
"Boom …"
There was a loud noise as the fist seal crashed into the huge palm print, but it was unable to shake it.
Ye Futian took a step forward, and his body shot up into the sky like a bolt of lightning. The fist seals merged into his arm, piercing through the air and into the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fist seals shot out one after another, and their momentum grew stronger and stronger. A huge shadow of a fist appeared under the huge palm print.
It was as if the fist seals were stacking on top of each other.
There was a violent sound as more than ten punches shot out, and the huge palm print was stopped.
The shadow of the fist had become incredibly huge, and the mighty fist will seemed to be able to destroy everything.
Moreover, it did not stop there. More fist seals came crashing down, merging into the fist will of the Great Path. When Ye Futian's body descended and his arm punched out, the many fist seals seemed to completely fuse into one fist. A huge shadow of the fist appeared, directly piercing through the huge palm print and destroying it. It continued upwards, piercing through the shadow of Renhuang and shattering it with a single punch.
Xiang Ze's expression changed. He saw Ye Futian floating in the air, looking down at him.
A terrible fist will covered the sky. On his fist, there was still a huge shadow of the fist, as if it had been formed from many fist seals. It had not yet completely dissipated.
"Flashy, but useless." Ye Futian looked at Xiang Ze. He stretched out his arm, and the fist will roared out, blowing against Xiang Ze's body. His robe fluttered in the wind, making a whistling sound.
"Do you want to try?"
Ye Futian said, pointing his fist at Xiang Ze. His tone and eyes seemed to be full of arrogance as he looked down at Xiang Ze.
The space fell silent in an instant. Countless eyes on the Divine Mountain looked up at the silent space. From Xiang Ze's face, they could see a strong sense of humiliation.
Flashy, but useless.
He had already lost the battle to comprehend the Thousand Word Proverb Stele!
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