Zhang Changqing stared at Ye Futian and felt the dark light of thunder. His face was sullen, and he said, "Your plane is not enough."
Ye Futian glanced at him calmly, and the might of the Way emanated from his body. It swept out in an instant, and the light flowed over his body like a flawless piece of jade. The will of the Way was flawless and perfect.
After the Divine Elephant Clan had closed themselves off to cultivate, he was now Flawless.
Zijun and the other cultivators looked at Ye Futian in surprise, and their pupils contracted slightly. This guy had actually hidden his cultivation, and they had been wrong to not see it.
Such a young Unblemished Plane meant that his talent must be extremely extraordinary. Moreover, he seemed to be a swordsman, but he also cultivated in thunder and the Way of Death.
Obviously, he was good at many means and had comprehended many ways.
Zhang Changqing felt the might of the Way from Ye Futian. This person should have entered the Unblemished Saint Plane not long ago, and his breath was not so thick. However, it was sharp.
He raised his hand, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the small space in his palm. He stepped forward and raised his hand toward Ye Futian.
Ye Futian raised his hand as well, and his palm collided with his opponent's. Terrifying lightning currents flowed from the palms of both of them, and they compressed their attacks to the limit, forming an extremely terrifying power between their palms. It was very difficult to control such power in such a small area, and to compress a powerful law power to the limit, the destructive power contained within it was extremely terrifying.
The surrounding cultivators of the Purple Underworld saw their movements and released their auras, isolating them from this side. The robes of the two men fluttered without wind.
"Cough …" Blood flowed out from the corner of Zhang Changqing's mouth. His internal organs were violently shaking, and a muffled sound rang out. He continuously retreated and looked at his palm. It had already turned into a charred black color, and the will of death wrapped around it.
Looking at Ye Futian, his expression was the same as usual, without the slightest change.
This shocked the people of the Purple Underworld. Was this Seventh Swordsman so strong?
Zijun's expression also changed. The number one genius of the Purple Underworld, Zhang Changqing, whom she had always respected, had been crushed by the Thunder Law?
"Did you see that?" Ye Futian looked at Zhang Changqing and said, "The world is so big, and many unknown cultivators are not necessarily weak. The Violet Heavenly Palace summoned all the cultivators of the Heavenly Mandate Realm. You must have seen some geniuses these days. If you want to move forward, I am afraid it will be difficult."
Zhang Changqing stared at Ye Futian with a gloomy expression and said, "You want to enter the Violet Heavenly Palace?"
Ye Futian did not answer him. His eyes were fixed on the high ground in front of him. There, many great figures sat high up, looking down at the scenery below.
Seeing Ye Futian's expression, Zhang Changqing's heart was as clear as a mirror. Everyone who cultivated in Thunder Laws in the world yearned for the Violet Heavenly Palace.
All the thunder techniques in the world came from the Heavenly Palace.
This time, it was an extremely rare opportunity for him to release himself and show his strength, and to be valued by the Violet Heavenly Palace.
It was normal for a hermit like the Seventh Swordsman to come.
"You will participate in the name of the Purple Underground. I will go and ask the Master to see if he can make an exception and let you replace me," Zhang Changqing said to Ye Futian.
Ye Futian looked at Zhang Changqing. No expression could be seen in his deep eyes. He whispered, "Okay."
It seemed that Zhang Changqing knew his place.
In this way, his purpose of traveling with the Purple Underground had been achieved.
"Changqing." A Nirvana-Plane cultivator of the Purple Underground shouted to Zhang Changqing. This was a rare opportunity. Even though he was injured, Zhang Changqing could still fight. This was a chance to enter the Violet Heavenly Palace. If he gave it up, it would be a pity.
"He is right. I am afraid it will be difficult for me to perform well in the next battle. Instead of entering the Violet Heavenly Palace to cultivate in this way, it is better to abdicate." Zhang Changqing stared at Ye Futian and said, "I hope you will not let me down."
After saying this, Zhang Changqing turned and left.
It was already the end of the battle. There were not many battles left, and the opponents he might face next were people he was familiar with. They were from the other forces of the Eight Major Thunder Law Clans. He knew how strong they were. Even at his peak, he would not be able to defeat them. Now that he was injured, it would be even more difficult for him to win.
If he were to arrange the battle, in the next round, the Violet Heavenly Palace would most likely arrange a top figure from the Thunder Law Clan. If he was defeated, he might not be able to enter the Violet Heavenly Palace, and it would be a disgrace to the Purple Underworld.
This grand event was a meeting of the top forces of the Heavenly Mandate Realm. But from the perspective of the Eight Major Thunder Law Orthodox Forces, it was also a competition.
Ye Futian stood there quietly, looking at the various Thunder Platforms.
The undercurrents of the Heavenly Mandate Realm were surging. The top figures of the human cultivators and the Demon Realm were coming out one after another. There was a hint of competition. The Heavenly Mandate Dynasty and the Violet Heavenly Palace wanted to join forces against the Celestial Gate of Vast Heaven. There might be changes in the Heavenly Mandate Realm.
Before the changes came, he had to have a place among those top figures.
Only then would he be able to influence some forces.
"Why didn't you enter the Purple Underground to cultivate?" Zijun asked Ye Futian. He had said that he had been to the Divine Mountain, and now he had shown such extraordinary talent. Why didn't he enter the Purple Underground?
"Why should I?" Ye Futian asked. Zijun's expression froze. She could not refute him.
Brother Changqing was willing to abdicate. What could she say?
Ye Futian turned his eyes away and did not look at her. After a while, Zhang Changqing came back and said, "The Master has agreed to the proposal, but we don't know if it will succeed. Wait quietly for the news."
At that moment, Ye Futian could clearly feel someone looking at him. He turned and saw a figure on the platform in front of him. His eyes pierced through the air and fell on him. It was the Emperor of the Purple Underground.
"It will not be a problem for you to fight, but if you have the strength, you should perform well," said the Emperor of the Purple Underground. He was not worried that Ye Futian would have any schemes. Even though he was talented, he was only a Saint cultivator. How could he dare to plot against a Renhuang?
How could he have imagined that someone would dare to do such a thing?
At that moment, an old man on the Thunder Platform said, "Wang Xiao of God-slaughtering Mountain and Zhang Changqing of the Purple Underground are injured and have given up the right to fight. Seventh Swordsman of the Purple Underground will take his place."
"Take his place?"
Many people looked surprised. Wang Xiao and Zhang Changqing were both representatives of the Eight Great Thunder Orthodoxies.
Wang Xiao was the most outstanding Saint disciple of God-slaughtering Mountain. His Way of God-slaughtering Demonic Thunder was extremely powerful. Zhang Changqing was a genius of the Purple Underground.
Now, Zhang Changqing had given up the fight and had sent an unknown disciple of the Purple Underground to fight.
Had Zhang Changqing retreated?
Perhaps he was indeed injured and knew that it would be difficult for him to continue, so he had given up.
Zhang Changqing's giving up meant that the Purple Underground had given up. This Seventh Swordsman was probably sent by the Purple Underground to make up for the awkwardness of Zhang Changqing not fighting.
Many disciples of God-slaughtering Mountain looked at the Thunder Platform. Even the Lord of God-slaughtering Mountain looked over. He said to the Emperor of the Purple Underground beside him, "Zhang Changqing came to find you just now. Did he give up?"
"Zhang Changqing was injured before, but it would have been the same if it had been someone else," said the Emperor of the Purple Underground.
"But I have never heard of this Seventh Swordsman. Did the Purple Underground send him to make up the numbers?" asked the Lord of God-slaughtering Mountain.
"You'll know when you see it." The Emperor of the Purple Underground's expression was the same as ever. Atop the huge Thunder Platform, Wang Xiao's entire body flowed with overbearing demonic thunder. It caused the matrix that had sealed the battle platform was filled with raging lightning currents. It was extremely frightening.
Ye Futian also stepped onto the Thunder Platform. In the crowd, some people looked at Ye Futian.
"Zhang Changqing can still fight," said Wang Xiao, looking at Ye Futian. "Since he has given up, he might as well give up the fight. Why waste your time coming here?" Said Wang Xiao as he looked at Ye Futian. Streaks of pitch-black demonic thunder came crashing down around Ye Futian, forming a terrifying destructive lightning field around him.
Ye Futian drew his sword. Lightning flashed in the sky.
"Bang." Ye Futian took a step forward and wielded his sword with both hands. Suddenly, heavy, pitch-black swords of death and thunder surrounded him. Demonic thunder crashed down from the sky, emitting a violent roar.
"Boom …"
The demonic thunder entered Ye Futian's body and flowed through it. It made the sound of thunder, but it did not directly threaten him.
The sword swept across the sky, and thousands of catastrophes were drawn into the sword. Lightning flashed in the sky, blinding everyone's eyes. Countless swords flew around Ye Futian's body, and every sword was flowing with a terrible deathly aura.
Wang Xiao seemed to feel threatened. His body floated, and he controlled the thunder to descend from the sky. A terrible wave of demonic thunder crashed down, destroying the spiritual will of others.
Ye Futian waved his hand at the sky, and his sword slashed out. The demonic thunder was split in half.
The light of the thunder was split in half. This was the Way of Space.
"Go," said Ye Futian.
Ye Futian spat out a single word. Suddenly, thousands of swords shot out at Wang Xiao.
"Boom!" Wang Xiao's body shone brilliantly. It was as if he was wearing a pitch-black armor of demonic thunder. His fists broke the sky, and they were extremely overbearing. The sky seemed to collapse and explode, and the swords were destroyed.
However, the endless sword will traveled through the sky and continued to slash down. Wang Xiao shouted, and the shadow of a thunder god of war appeared behind him. He raised his hand and attacked, shattering the sky.
The swords that flowed around him were endless. The will of the Way of Death enveloped the sky. There was no life in this area. Wang Xiao's face gradually darkened. He felt extremely uncomfortable.
He stepped into the sky and shot up, trying to escape from this space.
Ye Futian stretched out his hand and pointed. The swords that flowed around him seemed to contain the rules of the Great Path, and they slashed down one after another.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Continuous explosions were heard. The power of each sword was stronger than the one before. Wang Xiao seemed to be trapped in the sword diagram, and it was difficult for him to break out.
"There …" Many people cried out. They watched the battle between Ye Futian and Wang Xiao, and their hearts trembled.
Hadn't Zhang Changqing, the top genius of the Purple Underworld, given up?
Why was this substitute even stronger? He was suppressing Wang Xiao so much that he could not fight back!
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