At the Peach Banquet on the Divine Mountain.
Four figures appeared in the center of the crowd. Countless eyes fell upon them.
Xing Kai and Luo Yang were both famous figures in the Crimson Dragon Realm long ago. They were almost at the peak of their generation.
The forces of Qianye City, led by Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan, had only recently risen and were in the limelight.
Looking at the two of them standing side by side, they seemed to be a perfect match for each other. They looked like an immortal couple.
But from Ye Futian's performance, it seemed that he had another woman he liked.
Did Xia Qingyuan choose to fight because she was worried that Ye Futian would be at a disadvantage?
But if she fought, there would be two people from Qianye City. If Xing Kai and Luo Yang fought them first, it would be even more disadvantageous for them.
Two Saints of True Self against two Doctrine Saints.
Of course, the Saints of True Self had to suppress their will in this battle, so the difference between them was not as great as imagined. They only had a slight advantage.
But they were both peerless figures. This advantage might be enough to decide the outcome of the battle.
The battle for the Thousand Word Proverb Stele would be decided in this battle.
Xing Kai glanced at them. His eyes were still indifferent. Even though the Ancient Imperial City and Qianye City had a grudge against each other, he did not show much emotion when he saw Ye Futian. It was as if he was a stranger.
"Get them out first. You choose one of them," Xing Kai said, looking in Luo Yang's direction.
Everyone was stunned. Xing Kai really wasn't polite at all.
Since Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan had walked out together, then he and Luo Yang would each choose one person and kick them out first.
In the end, he and Luo Yang would fight for the Thousand Word Proverb Stele.
"As you wish," Luo Yang replied indifferently. Then the two of them turned at the same time, facing the direction of Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan.
Two extremely powerful auras bloomed in an instant. Terrifying might swept out, shrouding Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan.
Suddenly, Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan both released their will, facing Xing Kai and Luo Yang.
"Bang."
Xing Kai stomped on the ground and took a step forward. Towering fighting will swept out. Both Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan felt a strong threat from that formless fighting will.
His body seemed to be surrounded by battle intent, and ancient seals appeared around him.
His understanding of the Thousand Word Proverb Stele was to form battle seals.
To him, those ancient words were like his battle seals. If he could cultivate the Thousand Word Proverb and understand the power of the Thousand Word Proverb when attacking, it would be enough to raise his attacks to another level.
Even someone like Xing Kai would not turn down a Renhuang level attack. Of course, he would fight for it.
As for the grudge between him and Ye Futian, it was not something that could be solved at the Peach Banquet.
To him, Ye Futian was just an opponent he was about to defeat, a stepping stone.
That was all.
Many ancient mudras coalesced around Xing Kai's body and circled around him. An extremely terrifying pressure was born in the air.
Within these endless ancient imprints, there were some ancient imprints that possessed the greatest power. They devoured the battle intent of heaven and earth, resonating with the great dao of heaven and earth, their battle intent soaring into the heavens.
These were the ancient seals that he had comprehended and condensed.
What Ye Futian had comprehended before, he could do the same.
In another direction, Luo Yang's body shone with divine light. It was as if he was bathed in the divine fire of the sun. He was like a sun god.
His terrifying body shot out destructive divine light of the sun, blinding people's eyes and burning their souls. It shot directly towards Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan, attacking them indiscriminately.
Xing Kai and Luo Yang were not like Pei Min. They did not care how much they comprehended. All they cared about was winning.
But they did control the strength of the power of the Way.
The pressure on Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan was very strong. They released the light of the ancient characters at the same time.
In front of Ye Futian, many ancient characters circled around him, facing off against Xing Kai.
As for Xia Qingyuan, she was wrapped up in the brilliant light of the lotus. Endless catastrophe sword seals appeared, covering the sky and the earth. They turned into a huge lotus that seemed to weave a boundary, so that the brilliant divine fire light on Luo Yang's body could not burn her. It was blocked outside the lotus.
Xing Kai continued to move forward. The ancient seals around him shot forward in an instant. They were like battle seals, blasting towards Ye Futian's body.
The ancient characters in front of Ye Futian flowed with terrible fist will. He also stepped forward, and suddenly the ancient characters flew out, turning into a domineering fist that blasted towards the battle seals.
"Boom …"
The two mudras clashed in the air and a deafening rumble was heard. However, that was only the beginning. Many more mudras flew out from Xing Kai's side and rained down, heading straight for Ye Futian.
Ye Futian's silver hair flew in the wind. The ancient characters turned into beams of fist light that shot through the air. There was a sonic boom in the air that stung everyone's eardrums. The fist will streaked through the air with golden light.
The two forces collided in mid-air, constantly emitting violent rumbling sounds. In an instant, a violent destructive airflow appeared in that space.
Xing Kai and Ye Futian's battle began with the ancient characters as soon as they met.
Their understanding of the Thousand Word Proverb seemed to be on par with each other.
Xing Kai waved his hand when he saw that his attacks were all blocked. Suddenly, a huge seal with extremely terrifying fighting will appeared among the many seals. He brought many seals forward at the same time. Those seals circled around him and pressed down on Ye Futian's body. They broke through the fist will right away and pressed forward, crushing everything in their path.
Ye Futian looked up and saw a giant battle seal form. He seemed to feel Xing Kai's will from it, and he seemed to feel an unparalleled fighting will.
It was rumored that the Ancient Imperial City had been destroyed by the people of Emperor Zhan's Realm.
Xing Kai and Xing Chou were the descendants of Emperor Zhan. This rumor was most likely true.
This kind of fighting will was extremely powerful. It crushed everything in its path, shattering the air as it shot towards Ye Futian.
His will moved, and suddenly, among the many fist wills, 33 fist prints appeared, as if they were his fists. Fist after fist blasted out, penetrating the void of the Great Path, and blasted on the huge battle seal.
The air trembled and a dull sound was heard. Cracks gradually appeared on the huge battle mudra as it came crashing down. However, the light on the mudra was dazzling and smoothed out everything, causing Ye Futian's body to retreat. However, the fist that continued to move forward continued to blast towards Ye Futian.
Finally, the battle seal collapsed, and the attack was blocked.
"Ye Futian is going to be a bit troublesome. Xing Kai's seal attacks are obviously stronger than his. I'm afraid that he will be defeated sooner or later," someone said in a low voice when they saw this.
"If Ye Futian also becomes a Saint of True Self, we might be able to see an even more exciting battle," someone else replied. They also thought that Ye Futian would be suppressed.
This was a two-on-one battle, and the winners would be Xing Kai and Luo Yang.
…
On the other side of the battlefield, divine fire seals appeared around Luo Yang. They swallowed up the flames of the Way, and blazing light bloomed from them. They shot towards Xia Qingyuan.
Whoosh … The terrible light of the divine fire seemed to have merged with the will of fire and light. When it hit the lotus light screen, it gradually pierced through it, burning and destroying it bit by bit as it seeped in.
Moreover, it was not just the light of the divine fire.
The light of the divine fire that had gathered around Luo Yang bloomed at the same time. In an instant, cracks appeared in the lotus light screen.
"Luo Yang's flames of the Way are too destructive. He is indeed someone with the divine fire body," someone from the older generation on the Divine Mountain said.
Xia Qingyuan was probably going to suffer at Luo Yang's hands.
Luo Yang had inherited his ancestor's talent. He was born with the divine fire body, and he was the hope of the Luo clan.
His flames of the Way were like a sword of divine fire, indestructible and indestructible.
Xia Qingyuan frowned. She saw the lotus light screen in front of her being pierced through, and the divine fire shooting towards her. The catastrophe swords that appeared around her followed her finger, and the catastrophe swords came one after another, forming a straight line that pierced towards the divine fire that was shooting towards her.
The destructive catastrophe swords seemed to want to pierce through the divine fire and destroy it. But under that divine fire, the catastrophe swords seemed to be melting, and the temperature suddenly became shamelessly hot.
Xia Qingyuan's expression changed slightly. More catastrophe sword seals appeared, flying out. One sword after another, they grew stronger and stronger as they stabbed towards the divine fire in a frenzy.
Finally, the divine fire was torn apart. But Xia Qingyuan found that the divine fire that had been torn apart split into several beams of divine fire that continued to shoot towards her. It was like light, and it could not be destroyed.
Thousands of catastrophe swords circled around her, forming a catastrophe sword storm. It was like a giant lotus flower, with countless petals opening and closing, blocking the divine fire that was shooting towards her again.
She stepped forward, pure and holy. Vast catastrophe swords covered her body, as if she could launch a fatal attack at any moment.
The light of the divine fire seemed to be forced back by Xia Qingyuan's advancing body. Xia Qingyuan's holy body floated in the air, moving forward until she was above Luo Yang. Endless catastrophe swords were born, and a destructive storm raged. The falling catastrophe sword will seemed to tear the world apart.
But Luo Yang, who was below, did not seem to feel it at all. He just looked up indifferently at Xia Qingyuan, who had appeared.
"When you become a Saint of True Self, come and fight me again," said Luo Yang. The flames around him roared, and suddenly, with his body as the center, a halo of divine fire appeared, circling around him. It grew more and more terrifying.
The destructive power that exploded from it seemed to be able to devour everything in the world.
"Go."
Xia Qingyuan took a step forward, and endless catastrophe swords descended madly, wanting to destroy the sky.
The halo of fire around Luo Yang's body spun, and endless divine fire shot out from it, forming a giant circle of fire that shot into the sky.
When the terrible catastrophe swords came, they seemed to be instantly enveloped by the light of the divine fire.
The scene was too beautiful!
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