Outside Jinxiao City, countless cultivators from the Dawn Road had gathered. They stood at the city gate and looked towards the city.
Many of the top figures had arrived as well. Bing Yi and Chu Shang from the Mortal World, Yan Jiu from the Sword Saint Villa, Xia Hou from the Xia Clan, Nan Hao from the Nantian House, and Yuan Zhan from Taihang Mountain. They all stood in different directions, not knowing what was going on in Jinxiao City.
It was said that Ye Futian had only brought two people and a demon into the city. Then, he had gone all the way to the center of Jinxiao City. Even now, the guards of Jinxiao City had not returned. Was the battle still not over?
Nan Hao of the Nantian House looked amused. Ning Huang was a member of the Ning Clan. Although the Ning Clan was no longer a top-notch clan and had declined, a terrifying elder had appeared in the current generation of the Ning Clan. He was an extremely powerful figure in the Holy Zhi Palace. Perhaps ordinary people would not know, but as a member of the Nantian House, how could he not know?
That person from the Holy Zhi Palace had high hopes for Ning Huang. Ning Huang entering the Holy Road was just a formality. In reality, he could have entered the Holy Zhi Palace to cultivate long ago. That person had also taught Ning Huang a lot. He probably hoped that Ning Huang would perform well on the Holy Road and enter the Holy Zhi Palace with glory.
As for Ning Huang, with his personality, he might not have truly understood Ye Futian. If he really killed Ye Futian, would it be interesting?
They did not enter the city. Jinxiao City belonged to Ning Huang. That guy was very arrogant. It was best not to provoke him. They would just wait here quietly.
"How is Gu Feiyang?" Nan Hao asked, looking at the crowd.
"He's probably in trouble," Xia Hou said coolly. Xia Hou said calmly, "Since Saintess Bing Yi is friends with Gu Feiyang, aren't you going to help?"
"Both sides will fight. I believe that Gu Feiyang will win," Bing Yi said coolly. Xia Hou smiled. He naturally knew that Bing Yi did not mean what she said.
This time, it was very likely that Gu Feiyang would not be able to walk out of the Divine Road. Xiao Junyi was too dangerous. Even Virgin Bing Yi of the Mortal World would not be willing to provoke the disciple of the Dark Sage. The Dark Sage had been a headache for many years, and his successor would not be a good person.
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At this moment, within Jinxiao City, Ning Huang was pushed back once again. Countless figures in the vast space were trembling in their hearts.
Ye Futian's staff technique was too domineering, and at this moment, his aura was still growing stronger and gathering power.
A ridiculous thought popped into their minds. Could it be that Ning Huang would die here today?
Ning Huang's expression was unprecedentedly serious. After two clashes, he naturally felt how strong Ye Futian was. He stood straight and the Qilin beast returned to his back. It transformed back into its Life Spirit and merged with his body. The Life Spirit's attack alone could not get close to Ye Futian's body.
The armor on his body seemed to be on fire, and rays of light enveloped his body. Ning Huang stood tall in the sky, holding the Divine Halberd and pointing it at Ye Futian. In that instant, all the power in his body was infused into the Heavenly Halberd. The flames and metal-elemental Spiritual Qi in the vast space all gathered, and the light from the Divine Halberd became even more terrifying than before.
"Ning Huang is actually going to use his ultimate technique?" Many in the crowd were shocked. Although most of Ning Huang's followers did not come from powerful families, there were still a few who came from extraordinary backgrounds. Among them, some knew that Ning Huang had cultivated a terrifying halberd technique, and it was his strongest ultimate technique, the God-Slaying Halberd.
This technique was known for its extremely domineering attacks, and was said to be able to destroy everything under the Divine Halberd's attack.
Ye Futian's staff technique was obviously an extremely powerful attack, and Ning Huang had no choice but to use his strongest state to fight him.
Before this, no one took Ye Futian seriously. No one could have imagined that he could force Ning Huang to such an extent. No one knew that after he used his full strength, he was also a peerless genius who could take on tens of thousands of people. This kind of person was too terrifying, and usually, he only displayed the cultivation of the Arcana Plane.
At this moment, Ning Huang was heavy, domineering, and insufferably arrogant. The God-Slaying Halberd's power was endless, and every move contained an extremely powerful attack. It was extremely difficult to cultivate.
Ye Futian had asked him how many strikes he could take, and he wanted to know as well.
Seeing Ye Futian's body fly, gathering power to attack him, Ning Huang struck again. The Divine Halberd was like an angry dragon, and even Ning Huang could not help but admire such power. However, his hand that was holding the Divine Halberd did not move an inch. He took a step forward, and the air trembled continuously, as if he was stepping on Ye Futian's heart.
The Divine Halberd stabbed out. At this moment, Ning Huang, the battle beast Qilin, and the Divine Halberd seemed to have become one, melding into the heavens and earth. An extremely dazzling Divine Halberd appeared in the sky, and it was as terrifying as the shadow formed by the Divine Destruction Polearm. A formless wave swept out, and the space between the two was suppressed. The crowd in the distance felt a sense of suffocation. This halberd was extremely heavy and domineering, and it could crush all enemies.
The God Suppressing Strike of the God-Slaying Halberd. When the halberd struck, it suppressed the Heavens.
The crowd in the vast area saw the ritual implement of the Divine Destruction Polearm collide with the Divine Halberd, and they felt their hearts tremble. It was too powerful, and it was hard to imagine that this was a battle between a low-level Noble and an Arcana Plane cultivator. When the Divine Destruction Polearm and the Divine Halberd collided, they felt as if their hearts were about to be crushed, and an invisible pressure made them feel extremely suppressed.
An extremely violent aura exploded between the two, and then they both retreated.
The emperor's will on Ye Futian's body was still as overbearing as ever. The Divine Destruction Polearm danced, and the golden wind and clouds moved with it. It was as if this strike had not affected his attack at all, and he was still gathering power for the next strike.
Ning Huang stared straight ahead, the Divine Halberd pointed towards the sky, and then he took another step forward, the Divine Halberd pointing at Ye Futian. In an instant, endless golden flames shot out, accompanying the Divine Halberd. Everywhere it passed, the starry defense around Ye Futian's body was penetrated by the golden flames, and when the Divine Halberd reached it, it shattered immediately.
As the Divine Halberd approached, thousands of golden flames rained down. This was the God Burying Form of the God-Slaying Halberd. Ye Futian's Polearm of Divine Destruction roared out, forming a dazzling light screen that struck the air. With an earth-shattering sound, the golden flames flowed in reverse, and at the same time, the Divine Halberd landed on the light screen of the staff. Ning Huang retreated again.
The threat of this form to Ye Futian was even weaker than the God Suppressing Form.
But at this moment, Ning Huang's body disappeared, and afterimages appeared in the sky. In the air, there were countless figures of Ning Huang and the illusion of the Divine Halberd. In the end, they all converged into a single point and moved forward.
This was the most terrifying form of the God-Slaying Halberd, the God Burying Form.
At this moment, Ye Futian actually felt a strong sense of threat. He closed his eyes, and the Emperor's Light shone on his body, as if he had entered a state of forgetfulness. His senses were sharp, and he was able to capture Ning Huang's figure. The thousands of shadows merged into one, turning into the strongest Ning Huang.
The scene of the Snow Ape unleashing the Nine Heavenly Attacks at the back mountain of Qingzhou Academy appeared in his mind. The Nine Heavenly Attacks, and every strike seemed to be compatible with the plane. The fifth strike should be compatible with the Noble Will.
The Divine Ape roared and became one with him. Endless power gathered in an instant, and it was a force of will. The Noble Will could be formed with a single thought, and it resonated with the heavens and the earth.
His body moved, and with one step, the Polearm of Divine Destruction swept out. When this strike landed, everyone felt as if there was an incomparably huge Divine Ape roaring, wanting to crush everything beneath its feet.
The shadow of the Divine Halberd descended, and the Polearm of Divine Destruction struck out almost at the same time. A blinding light exploded, and everyone saw Ning Huang's body turn into a bolt of golden lightning, madly crashing into the palace in the distance. The palace collapsed, and Ning Huang went right through it. His feet scraped the ground, and the Divine Halberd stabbed into the ground, creating a crack. Only then did Ning Huang stop. He lowered his head, spitting out blood continuously. No one could see his expression clearly.
When they looked at Ye Futian again, he was still standing there steadily, the Emperor's Light still shining, and he was unparalleled.
"He lost!"
"Ning Huang, in his strongest state, actually lost."
Everyone's hearts beat wildly. Although the Polearm of Divine Destruction was very strong, the Divine Halberd in Ning Huang's hands was definitely an extremely powerful ritual implement, and it was extremely compatible with him.
Seeing Ning Huang's final strike, many thought that Ye Futian was in danger, but Ning Huang was still the one who lost.
No one dared to imagine that Ning Huang would lose to an Arcana Plane cultivator when he was about to go up against one. This was too shocking.
Ye Futian was bathed in the Emperor's Light, and he walked forward. Ning Huang's head was still lowered, and no one could understand what he was feeling. He had come to the Holy Road to fight for first place, to obtain the most holy badges, and to restore the glory of the Ning Clan. This was also the hope that the elders of the Holy Zhi Palace had placed on him. But today, he, Ning Huang, had lost to an insignificant person.
Countless people stared at Ye Futian's figure, and no one dared to act rashly in the surrounding air.
Li Qingyi's beautiful eyes were red. He won, Ye Futian had actually defeated Ning Huang. This was unbelievable, and she did not dare to imagine that this was real.
Who would have thought that the handsome youth that appeared on Mount Jiuxian could actually do this?
Beside her, Li Xun did not dare to think about it either. His heart was numb, but after the numbness came fear. If Ning Huang died, how could he survive? Of everyone here, Ye Futian wanted to kill him first.
He was very regretful, but there was no time for regret now. He wanted to live.
His palm suddenly reached out and grabbed Li Qingyi's neck. Li Xun took out a dagger and stabbed it into Li Qingyi's throat, shouting at Ye Futian, "Stop."
Li Qingyi was stunned, and her face was filled with rage.
Ye Futian stopped in his tracks and looked at Li Xun coldly. Li Xun was right. The first person Ye Futian wanted to kill was indeed him.
"She is your sister." Ye Futian's voice was extremely cold.
"I have never treated her as my sister. She is just the daughter of a lowly servant. If you want her to live, throw the ritual implement over," Li Xun said. The ritual implement was too strong, and with the help of the Polearm of Divine Destruction, Ye Futian's staff techniques were invincible. He did not expect Ye Futian to give up his life for Li Qingyi, so he only hoped that Ye Futian would give up the ritual implement to have a chance of survival.
"No …" Li Qingyi shook her head at Ye Futian, her eyes red, and said, "Kill this b * stard."
As she said that, she actually took the initiative to move forward, letting the dagger cut towards her neck. Li Xun's expression changed slightly, and he quickly pulled his hand back, but it still left a bloody mark on Li Qingyi's snow-white skin.
"B * tch." Li Xun grabbed Li Qingyi's neck and lifted her up, making Li Qingyi unable to speak. At this moment, Li Xun was a little crazy. He looked at Ye Futian and asked, "Are you going to hand over the ritual implement or not?"
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