Naturally, the voice came from Ye Futian.
Everyone's gazes froze as they looked at Ye Futian.
Was this guy crazy?
He'd won against Zhao Han and Zhao Han had already taken a step back. He'd only let Yun Qianmo return to the clan after a month. While it was still very overbearing, the situation was like this. Ye Futian's talent was dazzling but there was still a difference in plane. Zhao Han was already being considerate by not going back on his word in front of everyone. Ye Futian dared to challenge Zhao Han. Wasn't this giving Zhao Han an excuse to deal with him?
"Are you talking to me?" Zhao Han looked at Ye Futian with a hint of mockery.
"Don't move until I'm in a good mood." Ye Futian didn't reply. Instead, he said coldly, "Move and die."
Zhao Han's expression became even more strange. Move and die?
He smiled coldly at Ye Futian. Since Ye Futian wanted to die, he could only fulfill his wish.
"Do you want to die that badly?" Zhao Han asked coldly.
As soon as Zhao Han finished speaking, a sharp aura flashed through Ye Futian's eyes.
As Ye Futian's eyes opened and closed, a terrifying will power headed straight for Zhao Han.
This time, it wasn't as gentle as the intent that entered Yun Qianmo's mind. Instead, it was filled with terrifying power.
In an instant, Zhao Han felt that he wasn't facing Ye Futian but the powerful intent contained in the stone statue. It was charging towards him.
With a sharp sound, Zhao Han's body exploded with shocking sword intent. However, the intent pierced through everything and came from the stone statue that contained the sword intent.
"Psst psst …" Along with the ear-piercing sound, everyone heard a scream. Zhao Han's body was trembling and blood was flowing out of his body. Even his eyes were bleeding.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were frozen as they stared at the silhouettes of the two of them.
"The stone statue lit up." Someone looked at the sword statues in the grotto. They were actually glowing.
"Same as the Cang Mountain Relic." Seeing this, Liu Yuan's face turned green. Ye Futian could already use the sound of the guqin to trigger the intent in the stone walls in the Cang Mountain Relic. Now, in this grotto where the intent was even stronger, he didn't even need to use the guqin to directly trigger the stone statue's intent to attack. Was this guy even human?
When the power disappeared, Zhao Han's body couldn't help but tremble. In that instant, he felt death.
"Do you think I'm joking?" Ye Futian smiled at Zhao Han. His face was handsome and his smile was clean. He looked harmless, but in Zhao Han's eyes, he was like a demon.
Everyone felt a chill down their spines. Just now, Zhao Han had been extremely domineering. If Ye Futian lost, he would die. He had set the rules. Ye Futian did not say anything and walked towards the grotto quietly. At that time, he had no way to fight against Zhao Han.
Then, Shiku stepped forward, showing off his abilities.
Now, he could use the grotto's will to suppress Zhao Han. His aura instantly changed.
If Zhao Han moved, he would die.
There was no reason. Now, he was the one who set the rules.
Zhao Han's expression was extremely ugly. As the son of the leader of the Sword Clan, he was extremely talented. His domineering words not long ago still rang in his ears. Now, he was in such a situation. One could imagine how embarrassing it was.
If he moved, he would die. If he didn't move, would he just stand here and let people watch?
How could he, Zhao Han, stand in the Qianmeng area in the future?
He was forced to the point where he didn't dare to move. How humiliating was this?
"If you don't believe me, you can try." Ye Futian didn't look at Zhao Han anymore. He looked at Yun Qianmo.
Right now, Yun Qianmo's expression was slightly strange. Zhao Han was the son of the leader. What would he do when he walked out of the grotto after Ye Futian treated him like this?
What would she do then?
She agreed to be Ye Futian's servant and gave up some things. However, it was still difficult for her to become Zhao Han's opponent and betray her master.
"Yun Qianmo, continue to comprehend." Ye Futian guided the intent contained in the statue into Yun Qianmo's mind for her to comprehend. Then he looked at Lin Yueyao and did the same.
At that moment, everyone saw that the Black Wind Condor had stepped in front of the stone statue and was moving towards the Thirteen Steps of Death. Furthermore, it had actually taken four steps. Next, with Ye Futian's help, it also began to comprehend the stone statue's will.
"I'll go up to cultivate first," Yu Sheng said to Ye Futian.
"Okay." Ye Futian nodded. Then Yu Sheng walked up the long corridor of the grotto. Stepping under the statue, he felt the pressure emanating from it. He found a place to sit quietly and comprehend.
Ye Wuchen was the same. He forcefully took 13 steps. His body seemed to change too. He needed to calm down and comprehend for a while. Moreover, the grotto statue was worth his time to comprehend.
Only Ye Futian and Zhao Han were still standing there. Ye Futian looked at the stone statues, trying to comprehend and feel the will power within, strengthening his own fate.
Zhao Han was worse off. He was forced to stand there and couldn't move.
Right now, he looked at Ye Futian darkly but he didn't dare to take the risk.
Behind him, many prides of the Qianmeng area, Mo Fan, Li Lianyi, and the others were all unsettled. Ye Futian and the others had performed too well today.
Ye Xiao, Chu Kuangren, and the others were even more speechless.
Especially Ye Xiao. He looked at the three figures with a complicated expression.
Time passed slowly. After a long while, everyone saw Yun Qianmo move. She actually tried to step forward. Under everyone's shocked gazes, she actually reached the tenth step. Then she tried the eleventh step and succeeded.
Many people couldn't help but look at Ye Futian. It seemed that it was because of his help that Yun Qianmo could do this. He could activate the statue's intent for Yun Qianmo to comprehend.
After a pause, Yun Qianmo challenged the twelfth step and then the thirteenth step. She completed all of them and walked onto the long corridor.
This made Zhao Han's expression even uglier. Yang Ziqi, Liu Yuan, and Yun Qianmo.
It wasn't just Yun Qianmo. In the following period of time, even Lin Yueyao, her guards, and even the Black Wind Eagle tried to move forward step by step with Ye Futian's help. They approached the corridor of the grotto and finally walked up.
Of course, because they had relied on Ye Futian, what they had obtained was naturally not as good as what Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen had obtained with their own willpower. Even so, they had obtained quite a bit of fate. Now, they could slowly comprehend it in the grotto corridor.
Seeing so many figures appear in the corridor, everyone was speechless. Could this work?
Ye Xiao looked at Ye Futian. Hesitation flashed through his eyes.
Looking at Lin Yueyao and the others cultivating in the corridor, he seemed to have made a decision. Finally, he called out, "Ye Futian."
Ye Futian looked away from the statues and turned to Ye Xiao. "Your Highness, how can I help you?"
"Take us to the corridor too," Ye Xiao said with a straight face.
He didn't say "me," but "us." He included the Cangye College's group. Clearly, he knew it was embarrassing to say it alone so he brought everyone from the Cangye College.
Of course, Ye Xiao knew it wasn't honorable to ask Ye Futian for help but he'd only taken four steps. If he accumulated fate at this speed, it would be difficult to obtain the noble fate.
He needed the noble fate. As long as he got it, the throne would be his. He might even have the chance to be like Luo Junlin. The throne of the Cangye Kingdom was just a compromise.
Thus, he didn't care about his pride. Even so, his tone was still stiff and cold. It didn't sound like he was asking for help but more like an order.
Hearing Ye Xiao's words, Ye Futian smiled. "Since His Majesty said not to rely on others, I believe you will understand His Majesty's good intentions. Rely on yourself."
These were the words Ye Xiao had given him when he entered the Ancient Barren World. Now, he was returning them.
Ye Futian would remember Emperor Ye's kindness. If Ye Xiao hadn't done those things before, they would be friends and he would help if he could. But since Ye Xiao wanted to draw the line, Ye Futian could only fulfill his wish.
Hearing Ye Futian's words, Ye Xiao's expression darkened. He'd already let go of his pride but was still rejected. Ye Futian was slapping him in the face.
He stared coldly at Ye Futian but didn't say anything.
Ye Futian continued to study the stone statues' intent. He planned to form his dharma after studying them.
At that moment, one of the two people who had been cultivating in the corridor moved.
In an instant, many gazes in front of the grotto turned towards that person.
Clearly, they all knew him.
The figure in the corridor walked down the corridor and headed towards Zhao Han.
The person's face was chiseled. The corners were clear and he was unusually handsome. His entire body emanated an extremely dignified aura. It was as if he was born extraordinary. His eyes were sharp and deep. His face was expressionless but he gave off an invisible pressure.
Seeing the person walk over, Zhao Han couldn't help but call out, "Young Master Qian."
"There's always someone better than you. Do you understand now?" The youth asked calmly. Zhao Han nodded. He admitted that his talent was far from Ye Futian's but he still wasn't satisfied.
"Go," the youth said. Zhao Han glanced at Ye Futian but still nodded and retreated. It was as if the youth's words were an order. It was even more threatening than Ye Futian.
Ye Futian, who was in the middle of studying, frowned. He looked over and an invisible intent pressed towards Zhao Han.
But at that moment, a terrifying fate emanated from the youth. It transformed into a dragon that circled around Zhao Han, protecting him.
Zhao Han quickly retreated and retreated to the front of the cave.
The dragon-like fate returned to the youth. At that moment, he was even more dazzling like a dragon among men.
"Noble fate."
Everyone's hearts trembled. As expected of the legendary him, the peerless genius of the Qianmeng area. He was an absolutely majestic existence.
"It's just a small matter. Let's stop here," the youth said to Ye Futian. The young man looked at Ye Futian and said. His plain words seemed to contain absolute authority.
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