The moment Ye Futian took the last step, he felt as if the entire grotto was imprinted in his mind. Every single one of the stone statues emanated an extremely powerful intent. It was as if a Noble had personally arrived and was about to crush his will.
Before, the statues' intents had been split by Ye Futian's attack. Now, it was more like they were launching their strongest counterattack.
At the same time, Ye Futian's body endured an unparalleled aura that kept crashing into his body.
The dual pressure of body and intent was enough to crush a person. However, defeating it was another baptism.
The blood in Ye Futian's body seemed to be roaring. His body exploded with unparalleled power. The Nine Heavenly Attacks gathered the power of heaven and earth. Even though he was just standing there, his aura was growing stronger and stronger.
In his mind, the Noble statues seemed to become extremely ferocious. They wanted to wipe him from the world and not allow him to exist.
At that moment, Ye Futian thought of many things. He thought of the once high and mighty Xia Fan. He thought of the irresistible emperor's decree. He thought of the arrogant emperor and nobles who once thought they could control his fate … Go to hell.
An extremely terrifying will was born, drowning the stone statue and completely driving it out of his mind. Ye Futian opened his eyes, which were filled with arrogance. He stepped forward with his other foot and stood firmly on the ground. He stood proudly.
At this moment, his white robe and long hair fluttered in the wind. He was like a young emperor.
Countless gazes stared at his proud back. Their hearts trembled.
Ye Futian had completed all 13 steps of death. If he continued forward, he would be able to enter the grotto corridor and feel the intent of the grotto up close. He would be as dazzling as the two people above.
Looking at Zhao Han, he was still at the 11th step. Thinking of his arrogant words before, "If you lose, then die." It was quite ironic.
Ye Futian had completed all the steps on his first attempt as a Glory Plane cultivator.
However, other than Zhao Han, no one from the Qianmeng area could make it past ten steps.
Mocking? Questioning? Now, they were all shattered.
With his talent, he would have the right to have Yun Qianmo as a servant in the future. However, Yun Qianmo had chosen to follow him, who was in the Glory Plane. This made many people feel strange. Yun Qianmo was the pride of the heavens while he came from the Hundred Lands and his plane was extremely low.
Yang Ziqi looked at his senior brother and then at Ye Futian. His expression was extremely ugly.
Yun Qianmo stared at Ye Futian in shock. The seventh step was her limit. It was difficult for her to go any further.
Ye Futian walked past it in one go.
"Boom!" A violent rumble pulled everyone back from their thoughts. The earth trembled as a furious roar resounded between the heavens and earth.
At that moment, everyone's eyes turned to look at a spot not far away from Ye Futian. While everyone was looking at Ye Futian, Yu Sheng had also completed his tenth step. At that moment, he had forcefully challenged the Three Fatal Steps and had taken the eleventh step.
At that moment, Yu Sheng's burly body seemed indomitable and indestructible. He roared at the stone statue. No one could break his back.
Yu Sheng's foot landed steadily. He allowed the storm to hit him, and he stood there like a god of war.
Not only him, but Ye Wuchen beside him was also challenging the eleventh step.
Sword intent seemed to form between his brows. Then a faint silver light bloomed. A small silver sword shot out, shattering everything. In the next moment, it was endless sword intent.
"Crazy." When the spectators saw this, their hearts trembled violently. Today, there were actually four people who had challenged the Fatal Three Steps, and all of them had succeeded.
Ye Futian had even completed all thirteen steps.
It was the first time for all three of them. Compared to them, Zhao Han couldn't compare to any of them.
Yu Sheng's arrogant gaze turned to look at Zhao Han. He said coldly, "Who do you think you are? You don't even deserve to carry his shoes. "
If he won, nothing would happen.
If he lost, he would die?
Did Zhao Han think he was strong?
Hearing Yu Sheng's domineering words, everyone sighed. The son of the Sword Clan's leader, the talented Zhao Han, had been slapped in the face. The truth was right before their eyes.
Hearing Yu Sheng's words, Zhao Han's face turned green. Facing someone who had completed thirteen steps on his first try, he couldn't use his talent to prove anything. Even now, he couldn't do it.
Now, Zhao Han was wondering if he could reach the twelfth step.
While he was still thinking, Yu Sheng's gaze moved away from him. He had already taken the twelfth step. The wild power exploded everything. He opened his eyes and stared at the statue before him. Not afraid of the Noble Grotto, he roared as if to destroy the statue's intent. So what if it was the Noble Grotto? It couldn't crush him.
With a loud boom, a strong gust of wind surged, creating a huge wave.
After Ye Futian, Yu Sheng took the twelfth step and surpassed Zhao Han.
Was Zhao Han very strong?
Was his talent outstanding?
The two Glory Plane cultivators beside him had only used one step to surpass him and leave him behind.
Seeing Ye Futian's thirteen steps and Yu Sheng's twelve steps, sharpness flashed through his eyes like a sword. His faith became firmer.
Only when people walked with strong cultivators would they be able to motivate themselves. They would be able to use stronger beliefs and will to challenge themselves. This was also the reason why he walked with Ye Futian and the others. With an extraordinary person by his side, he would also challenge the limits that he once thought he had reached.
Moreover, there wasn't just one abnormal person by his side. There were two.
So how could he fall behind?
Thus, he also took the twelfth step. He didn't care about the consequences and everything. Just like his sword, he pressed forward without fear.
He was really crazy.
Everyone's hearts trembled. Was he completely enraged?
And it wasn't just one person. All three of them were enraged.
This was unheard of. They didn't know if such a scene had ever happened before the Noble Grotto.
But now, their hearts beat uncontrollably. It was too violent.
Ye Wuchen also took the twelfth step. The three of them had left Zhao Han behind.
The previously arrogant Zhao Han now stood alone behind the three. It was extremely ironic.
What right did he have to be proud?
Three low-level cultivators from the Hundred Lands had all surpassed him, the son of the Sword Clan leader. He was the pride of the heavens. What right did he have to say he'd die if he lost?
He thought he would win for sure. But in the end, he realized he couldn't even compare to the two beside Ye Futian. How ironic.
Lin Yueyao's beautiful eyes stared unblinkingly at the three figures in front of her. There was a strange look in her eyes. She was in despair.
Couldn't these three guys consider her feelings?
Thinking that these three were the top three of the Fenghua Rank of the Cangye Kingdom, Lin Yueyao thought that Emperor Ye's eyes were indeed sharp. They were still so dazzling in the Ancient Barren World, surpassing countless geniuses from the Qianmeng area.
Yun Qianmo was speechless. Before, she'd thought only Ye Futian was talented. She hadn't expected Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen to be so outstanding as well.
At this moment, she vaguely understood why Ye Futian dared to be so arrogant and make her his servant.
The air was silent. Only the three had stolen all the light in the world. They'd all stopped, feeling the power in the grotto.
But at this time, there was a sound. They saw Ye Futian's body slide backward, pushed back by the violent power.
"Finally can't take it anymore?" Everyone's eyes flashed. But why didn't he just step into the grotto?
Many people didn't understand. Ye Futian stopped before the thirteenth step. He looked up at the Noble Grotto and said, "Again."
Hearing this, everyone froze.
Again?
What did Ye Futian mean?
Just as they were confused, Ye Futian stepped forward again. This time, he released elemental power from his body.
A violent aura exploded from Ye Futian's body. There was a hint of domineering lightning, a heavy will of the earth, and a sharp aura of metal.
At that moment, more stone statues above the grotto lit up. Waves of violent power headed straight for Ye Futian. At the same time, an even more terrifying will struck out at his will.
Boom, boom, boom … Violent powers bombarded Ye Futian's body, but everyone only saw Ye Futian casually walking forward as if he was taking a stroll in the park.
One step, two steps … Soon, he'd taken seven steps. The steps that many people found challenging were so easy for him.
At that moment, they finally understood what Ye Futian meant when he said 'again'.
He didn't choose to step into the grotto to comprehend the grotto's intent.
Instead, he wanted to walk again.
Things that others couldn't challenge, things that they'd tried so hard to do, he overthrew them and started again without hesitation. It was as if to him, he could repeat the 13 Steps of Death at any time if he wanted to.
With the eighth step, Ye Futian's body was like a dragon. Lightning danced wildly around him.
With the ninth step, his body was like a roc, sharp and unparalleled.
With the tenth step, Ye Futian was like a divine ape that looked down on the universe. He could shake the heavens and the earth.
His terrifying willpower transformed into a tangible offensive force that surged into his body, causing his body to continuously emit violent sounds.
Once again, Qin Wentian executed the Three Fatal Steps. When he took the eleventh step, the blood in his body boiled and roared. His martial intent crazily burst forth. When the terrifying martial intent rushed into his body, he didn't resist, instead, he endured it. His body endured the incomparably powerful impact. Crackling sounds rang out unceasingly. It was as if his body was undergoing a baptism.
Boom … An even more violent aura exploded from Ye Futian's body. Martial intent transformed into a tangible light that broke out of his body. It was as if a real dragon was born.
Boundless power erupted from his body, and a resplendent radiance enveloped him.
His body had broken through its limits. His martial intent had transformed.
He had broken through to the Dharma Plane!
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