At the top of Mirror Mountain, countless gazes fell on Ye Futian. They watched as he raised his arm again.
The nine drums had been beaten in unison. The world shook. What could he do now that he raised his arm again?
Right now, Ye Futian's heart was like still water. He was extremely calm. The terrifying power from the drums surged into his body. It was powerful intent and terrifying momentum.
He could use the drums to cultivate.
For the rest of his life, his noble intent would transform and give birth to mid-level noble fate.
Purple lightning flashed on Ye Futian's raised arm. The terrifying lightning flashed and merged with his will. The faint roar of a dragon came from his arm. It was extremely shocking.
Under everyone's gaze, Ye Futian's arm reached towards the drums.
The drums were beaten.
Boom!
Thunder boomed. In that instant, the sound of the drums and intent became one.
In the sky, the dragon roared and lightning danced. It transformed into a terrifying lightning storm that swept through the vast space.
The void turned into a world of lightning, with lightning dragons dancing in the air.
Under this terrifying phenomenon, terrifying lightning surged into Ye Futian's body, cleansing him. He bathed in lightning like a god of thunder.
The drums rang ten times.
The lightning appeared and the lightning dragons danced.
The people walking down the Mirror Mountain stairs stopped. They looked up at the sky. A terrifying bolt of lightning flashed above.
Tang Ye stopped again. Seeing the phenomenon, his expression was no longer calm. He couldn't remain calm.
Who had made the drums ring ten times?
It wasn't just Tang Ye. Many people on the stairs stopped, their hearts pounding.
Even Xiao Wuji had a strange look in his eyes when he saw the scene in the sky.
The tenth beat was even louder than the previous nine.
The lightning in the sky gradually dissipated but the drums still reverberated through the world.
At the top of Mirror Mountain, everyone's gazes turned serious. They looked towards the drums and the white-robed figure. He was being cleansed by the lightning and seemed to be under unparalleled pressure. His body seemed like it would explode and his intent would collapse.
But he still stood steadily as if he would never fall.
The drums were about to stop. Once they dissipated, everything would start over again.
At that moment, everyone saw Ye Futian raise his arm once again.
For the eleventh time, he raised his arm.
At this moment, many people's hearts trembled.
On Ye Futian's arm, there was no longer the power of lightning. Instead, there was a dazzling golden light, faintly turning into the image of the Roc with golden wings. Terrifying will power was infused into it. Then, he hit the war drum.
"Bang … …"
The nine war drums sounded together, like raging waves crashing against the shore. Golden light soared into the sky, and a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. There seemed to be the figure of a golden-winged Great Roc circling in the void.
The sound of the drum pounded hard on everyone's hearts.
The eleventh ring.
Liu Chenyu, the princess of the Liu Kingdom, and Gu Biyue, the Witch of the Witch Clan, stared at the proud figure. At this moment, he seemed to have become a different person. It was like when he played the guqin, he was like an emperor, unparalleled.
Who was the real him, the current him, or the playful him from before?
At this moment, Liu Chenyu recalled Ye Wuchen's words and had a strange feeling.
Could it be...
But she still couldn't believe it. However, the beating of the war drums was happening right in front of her eyes.
Lin Yueyao gazed at Ye Futian. Was this guy finally starting?
As expected, those who ignored him would finally find out what a bastard he was.
In the direction of the Fuyun Sword Clan, Li Daoyun's eyes suddenly sharpened. What was Ye Futian doing? Was he copying Xiao Wuji and trying to join the top forces of the Eastern Barren Territory?
On the stairs, Tang Ye gazed at Xiao Wuji beside him. Xiao Wuji also looked at him.
"Let's go see?" Tang Ye asked.
"Yes." Xiao Wuji nodded. The two turned and walked up quickly.
It wasn't just them. Many people on the stairs returned to the top of the mountain.
When they reached the top and stood at the edge of the mountain, they saw the figure in the distance.
He was bathed in endless golden light. His body seemed to be torn apart by the terrifying storm and drowned.
However, they could still clearly see who he was.
It was Ye Futian. Hua Qingchi had given him a chance but he didn't cherish it.
He was still the crazy person Tang Ye said was an idiot who didn't know his place.
Hua Qingchi and Tang Ye both had a strange look in their eyes. How could it be him?
The people of the Qin Dynasty and Royal Xuan Temple also had sharp eyes. Strange light flashed through their eyes.
This seemed to be the person they'd heard about. He'd stolen the fate of the Fuyun Sword Clan, defeated Witch Gu Biyue with music, and taken her as a servant.
His talent seemed to be stronger than they'd imagined.
Would they gain something unexpected from this trip?
Just then, they saw Ye Futian raise his arm again. He was going to beat the drum again.
Even under such a terrifying intent attack, he still didn't give up.
Ye Futian could clearly feel the terror of the intent pouring in. At the same time, he realized how terrifying it was to train the intent power.
There were nine drums and they could sound nine times. But after the ninth sound, the true meaning of the drum would be revealed.
But at the peak of Mirror Mountain, there were very few people who could sound the war drum nine times. They were all rare geniuses. After the ninth sound, even the most talented geniuses had to bear the terrifying pressure of the will, including Yu Sheng. Everyone thought that nine sounds was perfection.
Under such circumstances and misunderstandings, who would continue to sound it ten times? Who could sound it ten times?
No matter how strong his will was, he could clearly feel the terrifying tearing sensation. The tenth sound was enough for him to bear unparalleled pressure. The eleventh sound was enough for him to feel like his will was about to collapse and be destroyed.
But he still didn't give up. He didn't want to give up. He felt great benefits. He felt his intent being baptized and transformed.
After the ninth sound, each sound contained a monstrous fate.
Thus, he sounded it for the twelfth time.
Another clap of thunder shook the heavens and the earth. Everyone's hearts trembled along with the war drums, as if they were affected by it.
This time, it was the flame intent.
"Thunder, metal, fire." Everyone's hearts trembled. Ye Futian had already shown his talents of multiple elements. Every time he beat the drum, one element bloomed.
Before, Xiao Wuji had been a full element.
Now, was Ye Futian the same?
The monstrous flame intent rushed into Ye Futian's body, trying to burn his will. Ye Futian used the emperor's intent to protect his will from being destroyed but he still endured unparalleled pain.
However, his body was still standing firmly.
It wasn't just for cultivation.
Why had he entered the Ancient Barren World as a Glory Plane cultivator?
Because his plane was low and he was weak. Emperor Luo bullied him with an edict and made him despair.
He went to the Cangye Kingdom and was first on the Fenghua Rank. Then he showed off his talent at the Tingfeng Banquet. Emperor Luo still wanted to kill him. Luo Junlin entered the Royal Xuan Temple and was arrogant.
Coincidentally, the Ancient Barren World opened.
Thus, he came. He couldn't wait.
He stepped into the Ancient Barren World and walked all the way. Finally, he came to the Barren City and the peak of Mirror Mountain.
He wanted to prove himself here. He wanted to choose a top force in the Eastern Barren Territory to join.
Only then could Emperor Luo not be arrogant before him. Luo Junlin couldn't act presumptuously before him.
He had absolute confidence in himself at the peak of Mirror Mountain. He just had to wait for the right time.
Now, all the forces were gathered at the peak. It was the right time.
However, Hua Qingchi told him that if he missed this chance, it wouldn't come again.
Tang Ye from the College called him an idiot who didn't know his place.
On the contrary, Xiao Wuji was the center of attention. All the top forces were waiting for him to choose a clan.
He could choose any top force in the Eastern Barren Territory.
Since that was the case, he would tell everyone who he was. He wanted the people of the top forces of the Eastern Barren Territory to see his glory.
Xiao Wuji's record was unbeatable?
Then, he would break it.
He knew that everyone at the peak of Mirror Mountain was watching him.
At this moment, his white robe fluttered. His long hair seemed to set off his arrogance.
He lifted his arm again.
A voice came out of his mouth slowly.
"Those who know me can understand my arrogance!"
As soon as he said this, the drum sounded. The world shook and the sound waves swept through the sky.
Those who know me can understand my arrogance!
The sound waves swept through the sky and reverberated in everyone's ears. Together with the drum, it lingered as if it wanted to imprint itself in their minds.
But this wasn't the end.
Ye Futian raised his arm, which was beating the war drum, once again.
"Those who don't know me can be abandoned!"
Boom!
The sky trembled and a terrifying storm blew on the bodies of everyone. It was as if there was an incomparably tyrannical wind.
On the peak, everyone's clothes fluttered in the wind but their hearts trembled.
That voice was too shocking.
Those who know me can understand my arrogance.
Those who don't know me can be abandoned.
Such arrogance, such boldness.
This was him, Ye Futian.
Was it over?
Still no. He raised his arm and beat again. The sound shook the sky and the earth trembled. The two figures seemed to be eternal.
Finally, with the sound of the sixteenth drum, an unparalleled storm of will rushed towards Ye Futian. The nine drums vibrated at the same time, and the terrifying will within poured into Ye Futian's mind.
"Boom!" A loud sound rang out as the first battle drum exploded.
Boom, boom, boom …
Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the nine battle drums exploded one after another. Every time they exploded, it was a soul-stirring scene.
Finally, the nine drums exploded together and turned to dust.
Only the peerless figure was still standing there steadily. Light enveloped his body. At this moment, Ye Futian's silhouette seemed to have become incomparably majestic.
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