Ye Futian said. Many people shuddered at his words. How arrogant was this guy? He only asked the Polearm if it was leaving or not.
Who did he think he was?
The Polearm was an artifact of the Saints. It had been passed down through the ages. The chief of the Zhaixing House had often claimed that they were the true Divine Path rather than the Starry School because of the Polearm.
For generations, the Top Three Schools had always wanted to take the Polearm away, especially the Starry School. But they had never succeeded. Until today, when Ye Futian had arrived.
The chief of the Zhaixing House's eyes shone like stars as he stared at Ye Futian in the air.
He only asked one question: Are you leaving or not?
"The Polearm belongs to the Zhaixing House. You can't take it away," the chief said coldly. So what if Ye Futian was extremely talented?
Ye Futian did not seem to hear him. Beams of holy light rushed into the ritual implement and resonated with it. The moment he picked up the ritual implement, he knew that he had been tricked by the chief. With his abilities, he could not take the Polearm away even if he put it there. The ritual implement had a spirit, unless the Polearm chose to leave with him.
That was why he had communicated with the holy light. The ritual implement could sense it. If the ritual implement was really passed down by the Saints, it should be able to sense the Saints' will. If the ritual implement still refused to leave, then it was destined not to belong to him. He would not force it.
Rumble … At that moment, the Polearm of Divine Destruction trembled violently. The Starry Sky Storm trembled along with it.
"What's going on?" Everyone could feel the starry sky shaking. Their hearts pounded. Above the Polearm, brilliant light shone in all directions. Its thousand-meter body shook violently.
The chief's expression changed. His eyes were sharp as he stared at the sky.
At that moment, as dazzling beams of light bloomed, the starlight that filled the sky seemed to rush into the Polearm of Divine Destruction in a frenzy. Soon, the starry sky disappeared, but the ritual implement was still trembling. With a loud rumble, the heavens and the earth shook.
The Polearm had turned into a two-meter long staff and was held in Ye Futian's hand.
"How could this be?"
"The Polearm has surrendered."
The faces of the people from the Zhaixing House changed. The disciples of the Top Three Schools trembled violently. The guests from all over were all stunned as they stared at the figure in the air.
At that moment, the handsome young man stood tall in the sky, his holy robes fluttering in the wind. He held the Polearm of Divine Destruction in his hand, starlight swirling around him. He looked like a true successor of the Divine Path.
Mu Zhiqiu looked at Ye Futian as well. There was finally a ripple in her indifferent eyes. The Polearm of Divine Destruction had actually chosen to follow an outsider. She was a little disappointed.
"Good job." Long Ling 'er shouted excitedly. Big Brother Futian was really amazing. That old man was probably regretting his decision right now.
Master Yun and the people from the Starry School all took a deep breath. Was this the Son of the Starry School? He was still as powerful as ever even at the Zhaixing House.
"Thank you for your gift, senior. Although I am not worthy of such a great gift, since the Polearm of Divine Destruction is willing to follow me, I will not let it down and disgrace the Polearm's name. The Polearm of Divine Destruction will shake the Barren State, and others will remember that it came from the Zhaixing House," Ye Futian said. Many people were stunned and looked at the chief's expression.
This b * stard, he took the treasure of the Zhaixing House and even praised the chief as if it was a gift from the chief. This was to make it hard for the chief to go back on his word. How could a person be so shameless?
The chief was probably thinking of killing someone now. He had obviously agreed to let Ye Futian take the Polearm of Divine Destruction because he wanted Ye Futian's inheritance in the martial arts battlefield. Who would have thought that Ye Futian would really take it?
Gu Yunxi blinked her beautiful eyes and secretly laughed. This guy was really …
The chief's eyes twitched and his heart bled.
If he had known that Ye Futian could really take the Polearm of Divine Destruction, he would not have let him try. But now, as the chief of the Zhaixing House and a powerful figure, he would be ashamed to go back on his word.
But when he thought about how Ye Futian would take the Polearm of Divine Destruction away, he was extremely unwilling.
"Put it down." At this moment, a cold voice rang out. A few figures were rushing over from the distance. The person leading them was extraordinarily handsome. However, his handsome face was currently filled with a chilling intent. There seemed to be an invisible flow of air flowing in the surroundings.
In an instant, the man descended in the air and stared coldly at Ye Futian.
"Zhifan." The chief of the Zhaixing House raised his head and shouted. Many people's hearts trembled. The genius of the Zhaixing House, the peerless genius who had already cultivated in the Holy Zhi Palace, was Mu Zhifan.
He had returned to the Zhaixing House.
"Grandfather, I've returned to congratulate you on your birthday," Mu Zhifan said and bowed to the chief. He then looked at Ye Futian coldly. The other party was actually holding the Polearm of Divine Destruction in his hand. He did not know what had happened and did not want to know.
But the Polearm of Divine Destruction had been passed down by the saints and stood at the top of the Zhaixing House. This ritual implement would be his main divine weapon in the future and he had long regarded it as his own. With the Polearm of Divine Destruction, he would restore the Zhaixing House to its rightful position on the Divine Path and surpass the Top Three Schools.
But now, the Polearm of Divine Destruction was in the hands of someone else.
"The ritual implement was a gift from the chief," Master Yun said calmly. Master Yun said calmly. Mu Zhifan frowned and looked at the chief of the Zhaixing House in confusion. At that moment, someone was sending him a telepathic message to explain the situation.
Mu Zhifan turned to look at Ye Futian again and said, "Put down the Polearm of Divine Destruction. You can name any other conditions and the Zhaixing House will definitely fulfill them."
"There's no need. Since the ritual implement is willing to follow me, how can I let it down?" Ye Futian said calmly. The chief had said it himself and everyone had heard it. Was Mu Zhifan going back on his word?
This was a gamble. If he lost, would the other party let go of the divine teachings he had obtained in the martial arts battlefield?
"I said put it down."
Mu Zhifan took a step forward and released his Noble might. Suddenly, a formless current flowed in the air and pressed down on Ye Futian.
He was already giving Ye Futian face by asking him to name other conditions. After all, it was his grandfather's mistake. But Ye Futian still wanted the treasure of the Zhaixing House. It was ridiculous. He was cultivating in the Holy Zhi Palace and did not care about the Top Three Schools.
They were the sacred grounds of the Barren State's eastern region and the Holy Zhi Palace was considered a sacred ground for cultivation in the entire Barren State.
"Who do you think you are?"
Ye Futian stared at Mu Zhifan and replied coldly.
Mu Zhifan told him to put it down and he would put it down?
Since Chief Chen had sent him here to retrieve the Divine Destruction Polearm, it was no longer his problem whether or not he could hold onto it. Since it was a relic left behind by a Saint, the old man probably did not think that a mere Arcana Plane like him would be able to take it away from the Zhaixing House.
Mu Zhifan's expression was cold. He took another step forward and the formless pressure became even stronger. Mu Zhifan raised his hand and grabbed forward. In an instant, the Star-Plucking Handprint appeared in the air. The gigantic handprint covered the sky and drowned everything in its path as it headed straight for Ye Futian. Before it even reached him, Ye Futian's body felt extremely heavy.
His golden robe billowed in the wind. Ye Futian held the Polearm of Divine Destruction in his hand and starlight shone brilliantly. A starry sky seemed to appear around him.
Waving his staff, Ye Futian took a step forward and the Polearm of Divine Destruction grew to a height of a hundred meters. With the power of the stars in the sky, it slammed towards the huge palm. It was as if stars were falling from the sky.
"Boom …"
With a deafening noise, the Star-Plucking Palm exploded.
Everyone's eyes froze. Mu Zhifan's expression was extremely cold as he stared at the Polearm of Divine Destruction.
Everyone in the world of cultivation knew that while ritual implements could increase a cultivator's power to a certain extent, it would not increase the cultivator's power by too much. Even if a low-level cultivator obtained a powerful ritual implement, they would still be limited by their own cultivation and would not be able to use the ritual implement to its full potential.
But Ye Futian, wielding the Polearm of Divine Destruction, had broken through one of Mu Zhifan's palm prints.
The Polearm of Divine Destruction had a spirit and could resonate with Ye Futian to a certain extent, thus activating the inherent power of the ritual implement.
If that was the case, then all the more he could not let Ye Futian take the Polearm of Divine Destruction.
Ye Futian, of course, could feel it himself. The divine light he had obtained could resonate with the Polearm of Divine Destruction. It was precisely because of this that he had made the Polearm of Divine Destruction submit.
The Polearm of Divine Destruction was indeed the ritual implement that suited him best. This clash made him realize that with the power of the Polearm of Divine Destruction, he could already fight against a low-level Noble head-on.
Under such circumstances, would it be possible for him to hand over the treasure that he had obtained?
"Boom."
Mu Zhifan took another step forward and released his Noble Will. Against an Arcana Plane cultivator, the Noble Plane had an absolute advantage. They could crush everything with their will alone.
As expected, when the powerful Noble Will descended, Ye Futian felt that he could not move at all. He was being suppressed by it.
The Noble Will he had faced before in the ruins was just a sliver of the will left behind by the Noble Plane. Now, he was facing a true Noble. Naturally, he could not be compared to the past.
The difference in planes was not as simple as it seemed.
"Boom."
Another step was taken. Ye Futian's Spiritual Will trembled. It was as if he was facing a true king.
Mu Zhifan raised his hand again and grabbed at Ye Futian and the Polearm of Divine Destruction.
Ye Futian had the illusion that he was facing an undefeatable power.
A beam of light shone around him. His eyes were dazzling. The Divine Ape roared angrily. With the Polearm of Divine Destruction in hand, the wind and clouds danced.
He took a step forward and attacked. The Divine Ape roared and the Polearm of Divine Destruction came crashing down from the sky. It was as if the stars in the sky were crashing down. With another loud bang, the palm print was shattered again. However, the Divine Ape's shadow shook. Its arms seemed to be unable to hold on to the ritual implement.
Mu Zhifan reached out and grasped the air. In an instant, the Polearm of Divine Destruction seemed to be caught by an invisible hand.
A cold light flashed in Ye Futian's eyes. Divine light surged into the ritual implement. Starlight bloomed, crushing everything and breaking free of the invisible palm print. However, at the same time, Mu Zhifan struck out with his palm. Ye Futian had no time to block it. He grunted and his body seemed to have been shaken violently. He took a step back and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He raised his head and stared coldly at Mu Zhifan. The Noble Plane was indeed not that easy to cross.
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