In the distance, many cultivators gathered. The surrounding people were attracted by the battle and looked at the battlefield.
Then, they saw Ye Futian facing all the Renhuangs alone.
"Who is this white-haired Renhuang?" someone wondered. He was so strong.
The person opposite him seemed to be a cultivator from the Jun family of the Penglai Continent. Were all the Renhuangs intimidated by one person?
At this time, Yun Zhe also revealed a strange expression. This battle was somewhat similar to the one in the Penglai Deity Region. They could not kill Ye Futian, and many cultivators were killed instead.
Now, here, it happened again.
Even a level-eight cultivator could not do anything to him.
Moreover, Ye Futian's strength made the level-eight cultivator guarding Jun Qiuyan even more afraid to act rashly. He was worried that Jun Qiuyan would be assassinated by Ye Futian. After all, with the strength that Ye Futian had displayed, it was possible. He did not dare to be careless.
Another level-eight cultivator was still fighting with Beigong Ao. Moreover, he was already being suppressed by Beigong Ao. This cultivator from an unknown continent was actually suppressing an elder-level existence of the Jun family.
However, they also felt that Beigong Ao's body seemed to have merged with a thunder treasure, causing his affinity with the Great Path of Thunder to become even more terrifying.
The turbulence of the Great Path raged between heaven and earth, but no one immediately attacked. They became very wary of Ye Futian. Just now, several Renhuangs, including a level-seven high-level Renhuang, had died, which had alerted them.
They did not attack, but Ye Futian did not stop. He turned around and stood high up in the sky. The Light of Buddha blazed, and the Sound of Buddha lingered. Everyone looked at Ye Futian as if they were looking at a golden Buddha.
At the same time, Ye Futian's palm swept across the divine sword. The sword will in the sword mountain in his body was released to the extreme. In an instant, the sword light shot up into the sky.
"If you want to live under this sword, leave by yourself." As Ye Futian's voice fell, it was like a Vajra Buddha let out a Buddhist roar. The Sound of Buddha of the Great Path lingered between heaven and earth. Invisible rhythmic waves swept through the boundless space, and everyone's spiritual souls were under fierce attack.
In the next moment, Ye Futian's figure disappeared from where he stood. The crowd saw many figures appear there, and each figure was transformed by Ye Futian.
These figures moved in different directions. At first, they were very slow. Then, more and more figures appeared, and the sword will grew stronger. In the blink of an eye, there seemed to be thousands of sword phantoms appearing between heaven and earth, covering all directions.
"Defend!" The eighth-tier Renhuang beside Jun Qiuyan let out a loud roar, trying to wake everyone up from the Sound of Brahma of the Great Path. They were still enduring the rhythmic attacks, and this Slaughtering Sword Technique was unleashed again. How could ordinary Renhuangs withstand it?
Buzz … Ye Futian's tens of thousands of phantoms went from slow to fast, giving people a very strange feeling. In a short moment, all the phantoms turned into a beam of light, as if they were directly integrated into the sword's light. Many people only saw the brilliant light of the sword flash across their eyes, and then they saw streaks of blood blossom.
All the cultivators gathered the power of the Great Path to resist, but when the sword light slashed past, it directly cut through the void. The sword light shuttled back and forth in this space of the Great Path, and the sound of slashing continued.
Then, thousands of sword shadows merged into one, and Ye Futian's figure appeared in the same place again, as if he had never moved.
The vast space seemed to have returned to peace once again. Among the crowd, a Renhuang stood there. His eyes were wide open as he stared at Ye Futian. A line of blood appeared between his eyebrows.
"No …"
He roared, and the next moment, his body was directly shattered by the Sword Will.
At the same time, in this space, the sound of slashing continued. The phantoms of Renhuangs were shattered almost at the same time, all of them destroyed.
In an instant, there were not many Renhuangs left standing in the void. One of them stood in place, enveloped by a golden bell. It was a ritual implement. At this moment, cracks appeared on the ancient bell, and then it collapsed and shattered. He stood in the void, and his arm trembled slightly. He looked at Ye Futian with eyes full of fear.
Was this really a lower-level Renhuang?
He had killed Renhuangs with a single thought.
Ye Futian stretched out his palm and raised the sword in his hand. The Renhuangs who were still alive remembered what Ye Futian had said before. If they could survive under the sword, they should leave on their own and give them a way out.
"Buzz!"
A middle-level Renhuang of the sixth realm instantly retreated at an extremely fast speed. He turned and left without looking at Ye Futian or Jun Qiuyan. He was not a member of the Jun family. He was only invited to follow Jun Qiuyan into the Eastern Deity Island to fight for the relics of the Great Path.
However, such a strong lineup had been killed by Ye Futian. He still managed to survive. No one below the upper-level Renhuang Plane could survive Ye Futian's attack of the Great Path. If he did not leave now, would he be waiting for death?
"Forgive me for my incompetence." A seventh-level upper-level Renhuang also spoke in the direction of Jun Qiuyan. Then, he retreated, no longer participating in this battle. The death of the upper-level Renhuang before was a lesson to be learned.
He also saw that Beigong Ao had completely suppressed his opponent. Three eighth-level existences might not even be able to defeat Beigong Ao and Ye Futian.
Cultivation was not easy. If you did not obtain the opportunity of the Great Path, don't leave your old life here.
Soon, most of the cultivators had retreated. In this space, there were only a few people left.
Jun Qiuyan, three eighth-level virtuosos, two seventh-level virtuosos, and Ye Futian and Beigong Ao.
These two seventh-level virtuosos were also direct descendants of the Jun family. Naturally, they could not leave.
As for the three eighth-level virtuosos, two were from the Jun family. Master Yan was a guest who had been invited.
Ye Futian looked in the direction of Master Yan and said, "An eighth-level matrix master also listens to Jun Qiuyan?"
Master Yan looked at him. In the distance, Shangguan Qiuye said, "This person's name is Master Yan. He is not a member of the Jun family. He is just a guest. He is an alchemy matrix master."
After saying this, she said to Master Yan, "Master Yan, Jun Qiuyan is stubborn and extremely conceited. He does not think about cultivation, but he has always wanted to kill Renhuang Ye. Because of a personal grudge, he has ended up like this. He is not worthy of Master Yan's protection. Master Yan, why don't you join the Shangguan family as a guest?"
Ye Futian glanced at Shangguan Qiuye. This woman really knew how to think. She actually took the opportunity to poach him.
"There is no grudge between us. If you let go now, I can pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise, even if you are an eighth-level virtuoso, it is unknown whether you can walk out of Eastern Deity Island alive," Ye Futian said. His tone was extremely arrogant. He said that Master Yan, an eighth-level virtuoso, might not be able to walk out of Eastern Deity Island alive.
How arrogant was this? However, he did have the ability to do so. In the previous short exchange, Master Yan knew that Ye Futian could already fight against an eighth-level virtuoso with the help of the will of the Great Path inherited from the cliff face.
Moreover, other than the will of the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm, he had also inherited a terrifying will of the Way of the Sword.
As long as he could not kill Ye Futian, Ye Futian might join forces with Beigong Ao to kill them.
Master Yan frowned and glanced at Ye Futian. He said, "Even if your talent is unparalleled, don't you think you are underestimating me by saying such arrogant words?"
"Master Yan, this matter was instigated by Jun Qiuyan. Do you expect him to be polite when he tries to kill him?" Shangguan Qiuye said. "In comparison, can't you see what kind of person Jun Qiuyan is?"
"Shut up!" Jun Qiuyan scolded from afar. His expression was somewhat gloomy. This time, he had indeed suffered a crushing defeat.
"Jun Qiuyan, you implicated so many virtuosos and caused the fall of so many Renhuangs. If you really have courage, don't hide behind others. Take the initiative to fight Renhuang Ye. Only then can you show your responsibility," Shangguan Qiuye said mockingly. How could Jun Qiuyan come out?
Ye Futian could kill him with a single sword strike.
Master Yan watched all of this quietly. Jun Qiuyan was usually polite to him, diligent in his cultivation, and talented. However, without comparison, one could not truly see a person clearly. Master Yan knew a little about the conflict between the two of them. It started with a trade at the Penglai Deity Lake.
In this matter, when Jun Qiuyan and Ye Futian were compared, he appeared to be too incompetent. There was even no comparison between the two of them.
"I have been entrusted by someone, so I cannot betray them like this." Master Yan looked at Ye Futian and said, "If you can defeat me, I will retreat."
"Entrusted by someone, huh?" Ye Futian said mockingly. His divine sword was in the air, shining brightly. "Entrusted by someone, you want to take my life if you can defeat me? If I can defeat you, do you still think you can live? "
Master Yan's expression froze.
"A virtuoso of the Eighth Realm challenging a Renhuang of the Third Realm?" Ye Futian continued in such a dignified manner.
He looked at the battlefield where Beigong Ao was. His divine sword released endless blazing divine light. Even though he had inherited the will of the Great Path, it was still difficult for him to deal with someone of the Eighth Realm. However, it would also be difficult for Ye Futian to kill him. In that case, he could only cooperate with Beigong Ao and kill them one by one.
"Master Yan, Renhuang Ye is right. You have been entrusted by Jun Qiuyan to kill others. If you are not willing to let go, naturally, one of you will die. How can you hope to resolve this peacefully?" Shangguan Qiuye continued, "If Master Yan still refuses to let go, I will have no choice but to let someone else do it."
Master Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. He glanced at Shangguan Qiuye, only to see her looking up at him with cold eyes. Her words were filled with a strong sense of threat.
If he did not agree to let go, the Shangguan clan would also interfere in the battle. In that case, they would have no chance of winning.
Defeat meant death.
"Shangguan Qiuye, are you trying to start a war between the two clans?" Jun Qiuyan asked coldly. This Shangguan Qiuye was vicious.
In that case, the Yan clan would be in a dilemma. It was very likely that they would retreat. In that case, it would be equivalent to breaking off relations with the Jun clan and weakening the Jun clan's power. In addition, Ye Futian was dealing with Jun Qiuyan and the others. She wanted the Jun clan to be completely annihilated on Eastern Deity Island!
PS: I wish everyone good health during the Dragon Boat Festival!
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