Ye Futian turned around and looked at the disappearing figure. Although he had killed a Renhuang, he was not excited. His own strength was already half a step away from Renhuang, and many of his techniques had already reached a critical point. Once he activated the will of the emperor, he would see through the Great Path.
That spear attack just now could directly break through the Great Path.
Moreover, that Renhuang's Great Path was flawed. How strong would a flawless Renhuang be?
In the 3,000 Realms of the Great Path, there should not be many flawless Renhuangs. They all existed in the top forces of the Nine Realms, and if they were the top geniuses, they had to have great fateful encounters.
The divine light dissipated, and Ye Futian felt that the power in his body had been greatly depleted. Even though he had reached the peak of the Saint Plane, activating the will of the emperor was still a great burden. However, he could feel it more deeply. But just like Yu Sheng activating magic, he would not fall into a state of extreme exhaustion.
He threw a fruit of the Way into his mouth, and suddenly, a majestic aura of life enveloped his body, restoring the power he had consumed.
Yu Sheng stood there and watched all of this calmly. He was not surprised. It was as if killing a Renhuang was just a normal thing, and there was nothing special about it.
"Let's go back," Ye Futian said. He immediately rushed back. At the same time, the will of life enveloped his body, and he quickly recovered.
After killing the Renhuang of the Martial God Clan, the other side only had one Renhuang left. When they left, the other side's lineup was not at a disadvantage. As long as Chixiao Divine Mountain kept their promise, they would have a great advantage, and they would be able to control the battlefield.
After they returned, they could directly clean up the battlefield.
The two of them moved at the same speed, shuttling through the void.
At this time, the battlefield above the Sacred Hall was extremely powerful. Most of these people were at the peak of the Saint Plane, Nirvana Saints. When they fought, the commotion was huge. When the battlefield spread out, the area it covered was extremely wide. Every battle seemed to be shaking the sky and the earth.
The entire void seemed to be buried by the violent turbulence of the battle.
"Bang." There was a loud noise as Wu Zhan and Yuan Hong separated. Their auras fluctuated. Wu Zhan's expression was overbearing as he stared at Yuan Hong and said, "Yuan Hong, you are a descendant of the Yuanyang Clan of the Imperial Realm. You are actually helping others and hoping that they will" bestow "you a few ritual implements? Isn't it better to join forces with us and directly plunder the entire Sacred Hall? "
"We'll talk about it after you get it." In Sword City, Ye Futian had not only helped the Swordmaster of Lihen activate the lineage of the Divine Sword, but he had also defeated the cultivators of Heavenly Sword Hall with a single spear strike. The outcome of this battle was still unknown.
"Although you have a slight advantage on this battlefield, do you think that the two of them can contend with the Renhuang of our Martial God Clan?" Wu Zhan smiled coldly and said, "Take him down, and everything will be over. When the Martial Union returns, what will you do? Should I kill the Yuanyang Clan? "
"What if you lose?" Yuan Hong asked.
When Wu Zhan heard Yuan Hong's words, he revealed a mocking expression and said, "Yuan Hong, no matter what, you are still a descendant of a top faction in the Imperial Realm. How could you say such ridiculous words? A Saint Plane cultivator against a Renhuang? You actually have hope. Don't you feel that you are bringing shame to your clan?"
Yuan Hong frowned slightly. He had not expected that Ye Futian and Yu Sheng would choose to lure the Renhuang away. This was indeed a bit risky.
But now, he could only believe it.
Other than the Martial God Clan, whose situation was relatively better, the other factions were basically in a state of suppression. Before Ye Futian left, he had made arrangements to target them.
Among these factions, the Heavenly Mandate Dynasty and the Snow Divine Kingdom were the most miserable. Although the power of Brahma's Pure Sky and the Purple Gold Rat Clan was not very strong, the Heavenly Mandate Dynasty and the Snow Divine Kingdom had experienced a bloody battle before this, and many of their cultivators had been killed. Moreover, they still had to face the attacks of Chixiao Divine Mountain. It was basically a one-sided situation.
Cultivators of the Heavenly Mandate Dynasty and the Snow Divine Kingdom continued to fall. The expressions of Yi Tianyu and Ye Man were extremely ugly. They fought fiercely, but Ye Man could not gain the upper hand against Qin He. Although Yi Tianyu was strong, Shu Huangsun and a top figure of Chixiao Divine Mountain were targeting him. Yi Tianyu had no time to care about anything else. Even if he went berserk, he could not escape from the combined attacks of the two of them.
Moreover, the top figure of Chixiao Divine Mountain seemed to have deliberately not used his full strength. He had chosen the Heavenly Mandate Dynasty and the Snow Divine Kingdom as his opponents because these two factions were weak and there was no risk. He did not plan to kill Yi Tianyu and Ye Man. Of these two, one was the crown prince and the other was the princess. Although he was not afraid of killing them, there was no need to offend them. He only needed to complete what he wanted to do.
There was a loud noise. Yi Tianyu stood proudly in the void. There was a person in front of him and behind him. There seemed to be the shadow of a god behind him.
He looked at Ye Man and saw that she had also separated from Qin He and was looking at Yi Tianyu.
"I've implicated you," Yi Tianyu said.
"The fight for God's relic has always had a price to pay. How can you say that I've implicated you? As long as we can hold out until the Renhuang of the Martial God Clan returns, it will be the time of their deaths," Ye Man said. Yi Tianyu nodded slightly and looked up at the sky.
Would the Renhuang of the Martial God Clan capture Ye Futian after he left?
The people of their alliance were all waiting for Wu Meng to return and capture Ye Futian.
Just as everyone was waiting, golden divine light shot down from the sky. In an instant, everyone on the ground felt a wave of aura.
"He's back." Wu Zhan looked up at the sky. The pagoda in his hand slammed down, forcing Yuan Hong to retreat. He said coldly, "You will pay for this."
"He's finally back." Ye Man's eyes were sharp and cold. She stared at Qin He and said, "First Virgin of Brahma's Pure Sky, you will die in God's relic."
As long as the Renhuang returned, if they were careful this time, they would definitely be able to sweep through the battlefield. After all, it was impossible for a sneak attack like before to happen again. Moreover, they would not give others a chance to sneak attack again. Everything that had happened before had caught them off guard.
The forces of the Martial God Clan's alliance were all looking forward to this because they had been suppressed.
Dazzling light sprinkled down. Two figures shuttled through the sky. The expressions of many people changed. It was as if they had already sensed something. When the white-haired figure and the burly youth in demonic armor appeared in the sky, the faces of the allies of the Martial God Clan turned pale. It was as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They felt a chill in their hearts.
The Renhuang of the Martial God Clan, Wu Meng, had not returned. The people who had returned were Ye Futian and Yu Sheng.
What did this mean?
It was impossible for a Renhuang to be left behind by a Saint, unless …
"No." When Ye Man saw the white-haired figure, she felt a chill in her heart. She felt a little hopeless. Why was he the one who had returned?
Where was the Renhuang of the Martial God Clan?
Yi Tianyu also looked up at the figure in the sky. His clothes fluttered in the wind. His eyes were exceptionally calm. Had they won?
Had Ye Futian and Yu Sheng defeated a Renhuang?
He was known as a natural-born supreme being. In the Heavenly Mandate Realm, he was peerless. He thought that he was invincible among his peers. At least, no one in the Heavenly Mandate Realm could compare to him. Until Ye Futian and Gu Dongliu appeared.
And Ye Futian had actually left even faster than him.
What did the return of Ye Futian and Yu Sheng mean? It meant that a Renhuang might not return.
"This is impossible …" Wu Zhan said in a low voice.
He looked up at Ye Futian. His expression also changed. Wu Meng was a Renhuang. How could he have been defeated?
Opposite him, Yuan Hong smiled at him and said, "It seems that the Renhuang of your Martial God Clan has brought shame to your clan."
"Yu Sheng, go and deal with those from the Hidden Land Realm," Ye Futian said. The cultivators of the Hidden Land Realm's Prison Zhenyu Sect were being dealt with by the Dragon Gods alone. This force was also very powerful. They had not suffered any obvious defeats. If Yu Sheng went, he could directly decide the outcome of the battle.
"Bang."
Yu Sheng took a step forward and headed downward. Demonic might rolled and roared. He was like an unparalleled demon god descending from the sky. He headed directly toward the battlefield between the Dragon Gods and the Prison Zhenyu Sect.
Before he arrived, he raised his hand and blasted out. The demonic dragon roared and swallowed the sky. With the power of the Dragon God, it blasted toward the cultivators of the Prison Zhenyu Sect.
"Bang." Several cultivators were sent flying by the demonic dragon. They coughed up blood and their faces were pale. Another earth-shattering sound rang out. Yu Sheng had joined the battle. Wherever his fists passed, no one was able to resist him. One by one, the cultivators of the Zhenyu Sect were sent flying.
Ye Futian lowered his head and looked at Yi Tianyu. Under the divine technique of the heavenly domain, the divine picture flowed above the sky and gathered the power of the Great Path. Yi Tianyu was indeed unparalleled. Now, his cultivation was also at the peak of the Saint Plane, half a step away from the Renhuang Plane.
Ye Futian pointed his spear downward and said, "The Crown Prince of the Heavenly Mandate Dynasty is a natural-born supreme being. Now, can you withstand this spear?"
Yi Tianyu looked up at the voice in the sky.
Would one spear humiliate him like this?
The Divine Picture of the Heavenly Mandate floated above the sky. At this moment, Yi Tianyu was like a god, one with the Great Path. Above the divine picture, endless divine light poured into his body.
Vroom.
At this moment, Ye Futian's body moved. The brilliant golden light penetrated the void.
Not far away, Ye Man's gaze was fixed in that direction. Resplendent light drowned out the void as destructive energy swept out into the distance. Her robes fluttered in the wind as two silhouettes appeared in the depths of her eyes.
The two of them stood facing each other. One of them held a long spear in his hand and stood proudly in the sky. The other one bowed down as blood flowed out of his mouth. That stubborn and arrogant body of his was now bowing down, as though he was lowering his proud head.
Could he withstand this spear?
A natural-born supreme being.
"I'll spare your life. My third brother will kill you," Ye Futian said. He spared Yi Tianyu's life and left him to Gu Dongliu.
Gu Dongliu and Yi Tianyu were old enemies, and it started from their ancestors.
This hatred would also end in the hands of his third brother.
In addition, Ye Futian did not kill Yi Tianyu. He wanted him to leave alive and cause a conflict between the Heavenly Mandate Dynasty and the Purple Gold Rat Clan.
How could the Dynastic Overlord of the Heavenly Mandate Dynasty tolerate this debt?
Yi Tianyu's eyes were smiling. He seemed to be a little sarcastic and sad.
Not killing him was more painful than killing him.
Ye Futian spared his life. What a humiliation this was. In Ye Futian's eyes, Yi Tianyu did not take him seriously, did not see him as an opponent, and let him go!
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