The music started. Ye Futian sat cross-legged and played the guqin. When his slender fingers trembled on the strings, it was as if he was the only person left in the world.
The guqin and will merged. In an instant, Ye Futian entered the state.
Gu Ming's expression was cold as he took a step forward. His body was instantly covered with purple thunderbolts, which were extremely violent. The entire heaven and earth seemed to be filled with an extremely powerful might, and in an instant, it had the power to cover the sky and the sun.
In this terrifying thunderstorm, many terrifying swords of lightning appeared slowly from the storm. It was extremely frightening.
The surrounding people stared at Gu Ming. Although he was only in the Fifth-level Dharma Plane, Gu Ming was quite famous in the Donghua Clan. He was an extremely powerful cultivator, especially in terms of combat ability. Otherwise, the Donghua Clan would not have chosen him to suppress Ye Futian.
After all, even if Ye Futian had not shown his combat ability, he would definitely not be weak based on the strength he displayed in the Ancient Barren World.
The Donghua Clan had the potential to be the top clan in the Eastern Barren Territory. One could imagine how powerful their spells were. Vast divine might covered the garden, and Ye Futian, who was sitting cross-legged, seemed extremely small. Behind Gu Ming, a Dharma appeared. It was a terrifying thunderstorm that swallowed and spat out sharp swords.
Accompanied by an extremely violent roar, the might of the thunder seemed to have suppressed the music. The spell was released, and the Purple Thunder Divine Sword descended from the sky, shooting towards Ye Futian's body directly.
When the terrifying spell attack descended, Ye Futian's right fingers slid across the strings of the guqin smoothly. With a flick of his fingers, there was an explosion of thunder. The terrifying musical storm blasted towards the incoming spell. Both the power of the thunder and the light of the sword were shattered at the same time, turning into Spiritual Qi and dispersing between the sky and the earth.
Everyone's eyes flashed. Ye Futian's music seemed to be heavily suppressed by the might, but his attack was actually like thunder in the sky, crushing Gu Ming's spell attack directly. It was very overbearing.
After the attack, he played slowly again. The sound of the guqin was melodious, and the musical storm permeated between the sky and the earth, spreading towards the surroundings bit by bit.
Gu Ming's eyebrows flashed. Then, the Purple Thunder Divine Sword in the world erupted again. This time, it was even more violent. The terrifying killing power that blotted out the sky annihilated the void and pressed towards the seemingly small figure.
Ye Futian did not look up. The strings of the guqin vibrated, and the notes danced. At the moment when his opponent's attack was about to land, another terrifying sound bloomed. The formless music seemed to be infused with the noble will. It split the sword and wiped out the lightning.
Everyone realized that Ye Futian's temperament gradually changed. As the music spread out, he seemed to have transformed into a noble figure. Previously, he seemed insignificant, but now, he was like an unshakable noble. He was as steady as a mountain and no one could move him. At the same time, the guqin storm became stronger and stronger, gradually enveloping Gu Ming's body.
"What a strong Spiritual Will." Everyone seemed to have felt something. At the moment, the space where Gu Ming was seemed to have been enveloped by the blossoming spiritual storm.
Qin Mengruo walked out of the pavilion. Her figure was graceful and beautiful. At the moment, she stared at Ye Futian with her beautiful eyes. His music was actually so pure, as if no one could disrupt his rhythm and melody when he was playing. Even Gu Ming's violent attacks could not.
The moment he played the guqin, he seemed to have become one with the music.
Gu Ming also seemed to have felt the terrifying spiritual storm in the world. The music was contained in it, as if it could erupt with shocking power at any time.
Musical sorcerers belonged to the Spiritual Elemental Sorcerers, and their spiritual attacks were extremely strong. Gu Ming naturally knew that the longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.
From his body, a powerful noble will bloomed. His body seemed to become even more majestic and insufferably arrogant.
Since the Donghua Clan asked him to fight, how could Gu Ming not obtain the noble fate? Ye Futian was the possessor of superior noble fate. Without noble fate, even if the person's plane was higher than his, he would still be crushed.
At the moment, Gu Ming's aura was even more terrifying. In the Dharma storm, a purple sword bloomed. It was like a noble sword of lightning. The moment it bloomed, it flashed like lightning and charged towards Ye Futian. It was unbelievably fast.
Ye Futian seemed to not see it and plucked the strings. When the guqin storm flowed, the lightning sword that was charging towards him was annihilated instantly.
Gu Ming's expression changed again. His Dharma spat out an even more powerful lightning sword. However, the moment the sword appeared, a terrifying guqin storm descended and shattered it directly.
Therefore, an extremely strange scene appeared. Gu Ming's spell was destroyed as soon as it was formed.
More terrifyingly, the music became more and more intense. It rushed into Gu Ming's Dharma and destroyed everything. Gu Ming felt that his Dharma was about to collapse and even his Life Spirit was trembling.
The music traveled into everyone's ears. They felt that Ye Futian was not only a noble at the moment but also like a son of heaven, a young emperor. He sat there and could look down on everyone.
A strange scene appeared in their eyes. They seemed to see a young emperor high up in the sky and looking down at them, making them want to surrender.
Gu Ming felt the most intense artistic conception. Other than this terrifying artistic conception, there was also the musical spell attack that could crush all spiritual power. Every time he gathered his spiritual power to resist, it would be destroyed directly.
Everyone saw that the Spiritual Qi around Gu Ming was getting weaker and weaker. His spell could no longer be formed. Even his Dharma was suppressed and restrained.
A muffled groan was heard. Unknowingly, everyone discovered to their shock that Gu Ming, who was arrogant and powerful before, was gradually losing his ability to resist and was being nibbled away bit by bit.
Looking at Ye Futian, the music was still playing. He sat with his legs crossed and was extremely calm without any ripples. It was as if he was just playing a piece quietly and did not even look like he was fighting.
The music was still playing. The young man playing the guqin was like an emperor. With one song, everyone in the world surrendered to him.
Gu Ming, who was enveloped by the will of the zither music, was sweating on his forehead, and his whole body was drenched. He was crazily resisting the coercion of the overbearing spiritual will. He was unwilling to surrender, but his spiritual power was constantly being crushed, and he felt that his will was about to collapse.
"He lost." Everyone's eyes sparkled.
Obviously, Gu Ming was defeated, and he was defeated miserably.
From the beginning to the end, Ye Futian did not attack at all. He was just playing.
But now, Gu Ming had already lost his resistance. His body trembled as if he was struggling. His legs were slightly bent as if he would kneel on the ground at any time.
The grandson of the king of Qin said that Ye Futian had never shown his combat power. However, with his performance in the Ancient Barren World, how could his combat power be weak?
The Donghua Clan wanted to try. Gu Ming attacked, but how much of Ye Futian's ability did he know?
No one knew that he only showed his attainments in music.
"Stop." Gu Ming let out a low roar. His legs were slightly bent as if he was going to kneel down. The willpower was so strong that it almost crushed him. He knew that Ye Futian could kill him even if he wanted to at that moment.
However, Ye Futian obviously would not kill a disciple of the Donghua Clan. Therefore, he wanted to humiliate Gu Ming in this way.
How could Gu Ming bear such humiliation?
"I don't know music. Why do you want me to stop?"
Ye Futian did not stop and said emotionlessly. Then, he lowered his head and continued to play. He was not interested in fighting at first, but Gu Ming kept pushing him. Since that was the case, he would fight with him. Now that he was defeated, he did not even admit defeat. Did he want him to stop just because he asked him to?
Since he wanted to humiliate Ye Futian to trample on the Cottage, he naturally had to be prepared to be humiliated.
The surrounding people were all interested. At the moment, Ye Futian said that he did not know music again, which was a slap in the face.
It was Qian Shanmu, the best musician in the Donghua Clan, who publicly said that Ye Futian did not know music. Now, a disciple of the Donghua Clan was humiliated by Ye Futian with music.
"How dare you." On the Donghua Clan's side, a figure saw that Gu Ming was about to be humiliated and stepped out. The aura on his body was very strong. He was in the Sixth-level Dharma Plane and was Gu Ming's good friend. If Gu Ming was forced to kneel today, how could he raise his head in the Donghua Clan in the future?
His body flashed and his aura was terrifying. Golden light bloomed and his body seemed to be made of gold. Filled with unparalleled power, he charged towards Ye Futian.
Liu Feiyang frowned. Since it was a challenge and Gu Ming did not admit defeat, why did Ye Futian stop?
The other people from the Donghua Clan actually interfered and attacked. Moreover, the people from the Donghua Clan actually did not intend to stop.
The surrounding people were all surprised. The Donghua Clan brought this upon themselves. Could they not stop now?
"Boom." A muffled sound was heard. Beside Liu Feiyang and Liu Chenyu, Yu Sheng stepped out. A pair of devil-like wings appeared on his back. Dark golden light shone on his body and gathered into a golden ax. It descended directly in front of Ye Futian and charged towards the Donghua Clan disciple.
At this moment, the burly figure seemed to have transformed into a demonic god.
The strong cultivator from the Donghua Clan shouted coldly. His fists broke through the air. He was better at martial arts and his attack power was astonishing. Terrifying golden light punches pierced through the air. One punch after another, his aura increased crazily and smashed all the attacks in front of him.
In the face of the incoming attack, Yu Sheng did not dodge at all. An incomparably wild power erupted from his body, and his battle-ax directly slashed forward. He did not use any martial arts cultivation method, just a pure slash. In the eyes of the crowd, his action was like chopping firewood, and he was using his opponent's powerful fist technique as firewood to chop.
The ax slashed down and the light punches were continuously split apart. It was unstoppable and unstoppable.
The expression of the strong cultivator from the Donghua Clan changed slightly. He released the Dharma on his body and instantly, a terrifying fist will exploded fiercely. Thousands of light punches seemed to be able to destroy everything and annihilate the space as they blasted towards Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng's devil-like wings shone with a terrifying light and spun in the air. He waved the ax in his hand continuously at an unbelievably fast speed. Only the shadow of the ax was left in the sky and continuously smashed the light punches.
"Is he fighting or chopping firewood?" Everyone had a strange look on their faces when they saw Yu Sheng's attack.
After the firewood was completely chopped, Yu Sheng's ax slashed towards the person from the Donghua Clan.
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