Zhao Han saw that Ye Futian and the others had taken seven steps like him. His expression changed slightly. He huffed coldly and continued forward.
The eighth step. The sword intent could destroy everything but it couldn't stop Zhao Han.
He did not stop and continued to take the ninth step. When his foot landed, everyone heard the shrill sound of a sword whistling in the air. The grotto's will rushed madly towards Zhao Han.
He stopped and prepared to take the next step. The tenth step was his previous limit.
"So powerful." Everyone looked at Zhao Han, and then at Ye Futian's group. Although Ye Futian had taken seven steps, the further he went, the harder it was to take each step.
The other prides, like Mo Fan, were only at the sixth step. Li Lianyi, Yun Qianmo, Yang Ziqi, and Liu Yuan were all at the fifth step. They could already feel the immense pressure.
Yang Ziqi and Liu Yuan's expressions didn't look good. They were rather famous people in the Qianmeng area, but they were actually defeated by three people with low cultivation. Now that they were all competing in the grotto, it was obvious who was stronger and who was weaker.
The Noble Grotto was different from the Cang Mountain Relic. The Cang Mountain Relic relied more on comprehension but the grotto required strong spiritual intent, an indomitable spirit, extraordinary pressure resistance, and the ability to break through oneself.
Ye Futian didn't care about what they thought. In reality, he'd never cared about them. He'd only entered the Ancient Barren World to become stronger and fight against the Nandou Nation and Luo Junlin. He'd come to the Noble Grotto because there was fate here. As for people like Zhao Han, he didn't even know them if they didn't cause trouble.
Right now, in Ye Futian's eyes, there was no Zhao Han, Yang Ziqi, Liu Yuan, and the others. There was only the grotto.
Essence, spirit, and spirit merged. His aura surged as if he was releasing the Nine Heavenly Attacks. He took another step. With the eighth step, the power swept over. Intent rushed into his mind, trying to destroy his will.
However, his spiritual will became even more tenacious. He took another step, and the air trembled. He had taken his ninth step.
He stood at the same position as Zhao Han again.
Now, Zhao Han's expression changed. He'd already taken the ninth step. His previous limit was ten steps. Ye Futian had caught up so quickly.
One more step and he'd reached his previous limit.
"So strong." Everyone's hearts trembled as they stared at Ye Futian. Most people had already been left behind. Ye Xiao would bounce back after taking his fifth step. Yang Ziqi, Liu Yuan, and the others were still on their fifth step, staring at the two figures in front of them.
"Boom!" However, it seemed like someone did not want Ye Futian and Zhao Han to steal the limelight. They took another step forward, and the air trembled.
Yu Sheng took the eighth step.
He didn't stop. With a roar of rage, he took a ninth step forward. His burly body was filled with explosive power, and his aura was unstoppable.
Zhao Han, Ye Futian, and Yu Sheng walked together.
Ye Wuchen seemed to have seen Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. He moved as well. His body seemed to have turned into a sword and melded with it. He stepped into the endless sword will. He closed his eyes and entered a state of selflessness. He took the eighth and ninth steps. He seemed to have fallen into an absolute state of self. There was only him and his sword in the world.
Now, the four of them stood side by side.
Seeing this scene, even the Black Wind Eagle watching from behind became excited, flapping its wings.
As for everyone else, their hearts couldn't help but tremble.
Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, and Ye Wuchen had come together. Now, they took nine steps together. One could imagine how shocked they were.
If they took one more step, it would be the tenth. Zhao Han's limit was the tenth step.
Didn't this mean that the three of them were no less talented than Zhao Han?
This was too shocking.
Zhao Han was the son of the Sword Clan leader. He was extremely talented. No one in the younger generation of the Sword Clan could surpass him.
As if sensing danger, Zhao Han prepared himself and took the tenth step. He shouted, and the storm of Sword Qi turned into a river of swords. His body seemed to be drowned in swords, but he still stood firmly. He took the tenth step of his extreme footwork. There were only three steps left before he could step into the corridor of the grotto and sense the power of the grotto's will at a close distance. He would be blessed by fate.
However, before Zhao Han could relax, not far from him, Ye Futian's body moved. He took his tenth step, and his aura grew stronger and stronger. His will and aura merged. Right now, he seemed to be fighting against the grotto's will.
"Boom!" When the tenth step was taken, the wind howled. His hair flew and his clothes flapped. What was even more terrifying was the attack on his spiritual intent. The intent suppressed him and wanted to destroy everything.
"He stopped." Everyone stared at Ye Futian, their hearts trembling.
This was the tenth step. Zhao Han's limit was here. Ye Futian had actually reached this step just like Zhao Han. If the two of them tied, what would Zhao Han do?
Zhao Han obviously wouldn't accept a draw. His gaze was extremely sharp as he stared forward. After that, he closed his eyes and sensed all the power. After that, he took his eleventh step.
The last three steps were the most terrifying. Many geniuses had stopped here. They'd even suffered a backlash when they tried to take another step and were seriously injured.
There had even been terrifying geniuses who'd died in the last three steps.
Before the grotto, there were 13 steps of death. But the last three steps were the true three steps of death.
Now, Zhao Han was forced by Ye Futian to take the first of the last three steps.
The sword intent seemed to pierce into his body. The grotto's intent rushed into his mind. In that instant, no one knew what kind of attack Zhao Han had endured. Everyone only saw his body tremble violently a few times. Countless eyes fell on him, staring fixedly at his body.
Would Zhao Han be seriously injured by the backlash?
This step was too dangerous. Even with Zhao Han's talent, everyone still felt his steps were unstable. He swayed as if his life would be in danger at any moment.
The air seemed to become silent. Even Yun Qianmo stopped and looked at Zhao Han.
Mo Fan, Li Lianyi, Yang Ziqi, and the others also looked at Zhao Han's eleventh step.
Space seemed to freeze. After a long time, Zhao Han's body stabilized. He shouted and opened his eyes. Sword intent shot out.
"The eleventh step." Everyone's hearts trembled. Zhao Han had taken the three fatal steps and broken through his limit.
"How are you going to take this step?" Zhao Han asked loudly. His tone was filled with arrogance. Ye Futian had actually taken ten steps. That was enough to be proud. Unfortunately, he'd broken through his previous limit and taken this fatal step.
Only those who experienced it knew how terrifying this step was. Ye Futian couldn't take this step. If he forced it, he'd end up in a terrible state.
"Noisy."
Ye Futian glanced coolly at Zhao Han. Without hesitation, he took the first step of the three fatal steps.
In that instant, Ye Futian felt the grotto shine brightly. He had an illusion that this majestic grotto was only targeting him.
What was even more terrifying was that in his pupils, there were several stone statues that were crazily expanding in his pupils, filling his field of vision and rushing into his mind.
In that instant, Ye Futian felt that it was no longer a simple intent attack. The statues' intents turned into solid shadows. The statues appeared in his mind like real Nobles. An unstoppable intent swept out. It turned into an unparalleled force, trying to destroy his intent.
Ye Futian finally understood how terrifying this step was. It was completely different from the previous ten steps. No wonder Zhao Han's limit was the tenth step.
At this time, Ye Futian closed his eyes. In his mind, his will and the noble statue faced off. That unparalleled pressure pressed down on him. A terrifying shadow seemed to appear in Ye Futian's mind. It was an extremely huge demon ape, full of arrogance. It held a huge staff and waved the wind and clouds.
The Nine Heavenly Attacks could shatter the world.
Once, the Snow Ape had used a rod to defeat divine generals. Now, the noble intent couldn't defeat him.
The intent power seemed to replay the scene from before. The demon ape wanted to split the world. He wasn't just defending. Instead, he was actively attacking. With an extremely tough intent, he struck the statue.
There was a boom in his mind. The statue exploded but Ye Futian's body was still as stable as a mountain. He didn't fall.
He stood firmly on the eleventh step.
In that instant, countless eyes stared at Ye Futian's back. He seemed to be standing straight, giving people the illusion that he was looking down on the world.
"How is this possible?" Yang Ziqi and Liu Yuan stared at Ye Futian in shock. He'd actually reached the eleventh step.
On the side, Zhao Han stared at Ye Futian, his eyes cold. He'd broken through his limit this time and reached the eleventh step. He knew he couldn't continue. The last two steps were unchallengeable. He'd reached the limit of his limits.
However, Ye Futian was still on the same level as him. He'd reached the same step as him.
"You're actually on the same level as me." Zhao Han's voice was filled with shock.
However, reality proved that he was overthinking. Ignoring him, Ye Futian, who'd broken through the noble intent, lifted his foot again. Everyone's hearts trembled.
He still wanted to go forward?
Was he crazy?
It was Ye Futian's first time in the Noble Grotto. He'd already taken eleven steps and still wanted to go forward.
Under their shocked gazes, Ye Futian took another step forward. When the noble will descended, he still did not dodge. Instead, he used his undefeatable will to destroy it and took the initiative to attack. At that moment, he seemed to be a god. There was no will that he could not destroy.
The twelfth step. Everyone's hearts trembled. Ye Futian had taken the twelfth step. Only one more step was left.
This was …
Before they could digest the shock in their hearts, they realized that Ye Futian did not stop. He raised his foot again.
Countless gazes froze as they stared at that figure without moving an inch.
Was he going to take the last step?
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