Ye Futian looked at the girl in front of him. If Yun Shuisheng had a reason for looking for trouble with him, then this girl was just being a busybody.
Brother Qi Jie had said that there were almost no rules in the Holy Zhi Palace.
Ye Futian naturally understood that in the Holy Zhi Palace, strength was king.
Thinking of his Third Brother's words, it was true no matter where he went. Most of the time, fists were more powerful than reason.
It was a pity that he was a newcomer to the Holy Zhi Palace. The others who had come to the Holy Zhi Palace earlier than him. Most of them had ascended from the Thousand Holy Islands, as well as those who had entered the Holy Zhi Palace three or six years ago. Their cultivation was naturally higher than his, especially those who had entered a few years earlier. Yun Shuisheng, for example, was at the pinnacle of the Noble Plane.
As such, the other people's so-called anger at him could also be described as bullying a newcomer.
Especially since he was the first in the Holy Zhi Palace's assessment and had entered the Law Rank as soon as he entered the Holy Zhi Palace, which attracted a lot of attention.
Ye Futian smiled and said, "I've just entered the Holy Zhi Palace. My cultivation level and status are all my seniors. What you mean by teaching me the rules of the Holy Zhi Palace is exactly like what you're seeing now."
As he said this, his eyes swept over the people who had surrounded him.
Everyone present naturally understood what Ye Futian was implying. He was accusing the Holy Zhi Palace disciples of bullying others.
No one would do anything just because of what Ye Futian said. Someone smiled and said, "You can't have forgotten about the sneak attack at the Law Battle Tablet, right? Of course we have to be careful. "
"So, you seniors must join forces to deal with a newcomer like me today?" Ye Futian said with a smile.
"Join forces?" The young man who had crossed his arms in front of him looked at Ye Futian and said, "Although I know you're trying to provoke us, you think too highly of yourself. You can pick one person here. If you can win, we'll let you go. What do you think? "
Many people looked interested. Although Ye Futian was despicable, they were still curious about his strength. It was indeed a good choice to use this opportunity to see his strength and teach him a lesson.
"Who can you represent?" Ye Futian asked as he looked at the others.
The young man's expression froze. He indeed could not represent anyone, but he believed that many people would have the same thoughts as him.
He looked at the surrounding disciples. At that moment, the girl who threatened to teach Ye Futian a lesson said, "You pick."
"What plane are you at?" Ye Futian nodded and asked the woman.
"Grade Five Noble," the woman said coldly.
"I don't bully women," Ye Futian said. The people around him were stunned. Did this guy have no shame?
If he did not bully a woman, then what about what he had said to Yun Shuisheng?
Ye Futian didn't dare to fight, but he still made it sound so dignified. Among all the champions of the Holy Zhi Palace in the history of the Holy Zhi Palace, there probably wasn't a second person as shameless as Ye Futian.
Hua Fan of the Saint Palace was a monstrous figure with peerless talent. Even Ximen Hanjiang from three years ago was just as elegant.
The only exception was the person in front of him. Although he had a handsome face, he was extremely shameless.
"What about senior brother? What plane is he in?" Ye Futian looked at the young man with his arms crossed.
"Grade Six Noble Plane." The young man smiled and looked at Ye Futian.
"Then I'll choose you, senior brother," Ye Futian said. "But my plane is low. Can I borrow a ritual implement to fight?"
"Be careful not to fall for it," the woman beside him reminded. That person was despicable, and they could not fall for his tricks so easily. Furthermore, while the number one in the Holy Zhi Palace battle was shameless, he was definitely powerful, and he would not be weak either. He would at least have the combat prowess of a top-notch Grade Seven Noble in order to win first place in the Holy Zhi Palace battle. If he were to use the power of a Sage ritual implement, his explosive power would be astonishing.
They had already given Ye Futian a chance to challenge them, so there was no way they would let him push his luck.
"Of course, senior brother can also use a ritual implement," Ye Futian glanced at the woman and said plainly.
"Yes." The young man smiled plainly. The people of the Holy Zhi Palace were not ordinary people, and he naturally had powerful ritual implements on him. Ye Futian would not be able to take advantage of him in this aspect.
"Thank you for your help, senior brother. I haven't asked for your name yet. If I lose, at least you should know who I lost to," Ye Futian said.
"Yan Xin," the man said. "Don't you think you talk a little too much?"
"Senior brother, please enlighten me." Ye Futian cupped his hands and said no more. He took out the Polearm of Divine Destruction, surrounded by starlight.
"This guy is really hypocritical." Many people saw the polite Ye Futian, who was obviously very displeased, but still greeted him with a smile and called him senior brother. His shamelessness was admirable.
"Make your move," Ye Futian said plainly. Yan Xin calmly spoke. In an instant, incomparably terrifying lightning energy ravaged the entire space, causing chaos to erupt. In just an instant, Yan Xin's aura completely transformed. Behind him, an incomparably gigantic shadow of a thunder god appeared. It wielded the Thunder God Hammer with both hands, slamming it down onto the ground, as though it could shatter the earth with a single strike.
Yan Xin was the pride of the Thunder Court, a top force in Zhongzhou City. Three years ago, he had just entered the Noble Plane, but he was valued by the elders of the Daozang Pavilion of the Holy Zhi Palace and chosen to join them. Now that three years had passed, his cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the Grade Six Noble Plane, and his control of the lightning will power had long been perfected.
Although he wanted to teach this newcomer who had won first place in the Law Battle a lesson, he would not underestimate his opponent. This hypocritical guy greeted him with a smile, but when he attacked, he did not hesitate at all. Wang Yu was a good example.
Lightning covered the sky, and the surrounding people all retreated far away. The battle between the Noble Plane geniuses of the Holy Zhi Palace would affect many people.
Very quickly, the space turned into a space of thunder. Starlight shone around Ye Futian, but the starry world seemed to be suppressed. The thunder-like figure was hundreds of meters tall, like a real god. At that moment, the eyes of the thunder-like figure shot out terrifying lightning, directly striking towards Ye Futian.
Voom. The Roc wings on Ye Futian's back flapped, and he dodged continuously. The lightning above his head struck wildly, and Ye Futian's body spun, drawing beautiful arcs to avoid the attacks. At the same time, his Life Palace shone, and a rustling sound was heard. The Spiritual Qi in his body and the surrounding Spiritual Qi all turned into the power of the stars, circulating around him and then flowing towards the Polearm of Divine Destruction.
At the same time, he activated the Starry Divine Light, and the starlight flowing on the Polearm of Divine Destruction grew brighter and brighter.
At that moment, the shadow of the Thunder God behind Yan Xin stretched out a huge palm. It was a terrifying palm of lightning, and the lightning in the palm was like a terrifying vortex, containing the power to destroy everything. The palm pressed down towards Ye Futian, covering the sky. Streaks of lightning fell from the sky, sealing the entire space.
"This guy could have challenged anyone, but he chose Yan Xin." Many people had mocking looks on their faces. The number one person in the battle of the Holy Zhi Palace today was bound to be taught a lesson.
Yan Xin had entered the Holy Zhi Palace when he had just entered the Noble Plane, and his talent was extremely outstanding. Although he was not as dazzling as Ye Futian, there was no way Yan Xin would lose when the difference in their plane was so great.
Ye Futian's flying body seemed to want to escape, but the palm continued to fall, and it looked like it was about to hit Ye Futian.
But at that moment, Ye Futian's body drew an arc, and he turned around. He stepped on lightning and moved through the air, going against the flow towards Yan Xin.
The falling lightning struck him directly, but it was blocked by the starry light screen around him. Cracks appeared, and the light screen gradually shattered. But Ye Futian's body rushed out of the attack range of the palm, and he approached Yan Xin.
"Hmph." Yan Xin sneered. The hundred-meter-tall shadow of the Thunder God raised the Thunder God's Hammer and smashed it towards Ye Futian. The hammer seemed to be able to kill everything.
At that moment, the Polearm of Divine Destruction in Ye Futian's hand struck out. The ritual implement suddenly turned into a hundred-meter-long staff, swallowing the light of the stars in the sky. In an instant, an even more brilliant starry world appeared, surrounding the Polearm of Divine Destruction. An unparalleled power was born in the sky, a power that could cut through everything.
Even those who were watching from afar could feel the invisible pressure that was pressing down on them.
"That ritual implement is terrifying. He hid it on purpose before." Someone's expression changed.
"Be careful," the woman reminded. Before, Ye Futian had hidden the power of the Polearm of Divine Destruction, so they thought that it was just an ordinary Sage ritual implement. Now, it suddenly exploded. The starry sky shone in the sky, and the ritual implement was surrounded by a starry world, crushing the sky.
It gave off an extremely heavy feeling, as if all the stars in the sky were pressing down on them.
The Thunder God's Hammer and the Polearm of Divine Destruction collided, and a loud rumble was heard. A violent hurricane was whipped up in the sky, and stars fell from the starry world, turning into endless power that pressed down. Everyone saw the Thunder God's Hammer being knocked back, while the Polearm of Divine Destruction continued to smash down.
Yan Xin's expression finally changed. He roared in anger, and the shadow of the Thunder God stepped forward, protecting his body. When the Polearm of Divine Destruction smashed down, it hit the shadow of the Thunder God directly, and cracks appeared on the huge body.
Pfft. Yan Xin spat out blood, and the shadow of the Thunder God disappeared. Ye Futian's body turned into a bolt of lightning, and before Yan Xin could react, he felt another staff hit him. Although the power was far less than the previous one, he was still sent flying, and he fell to the ground, spitting out blood.
Yan Xin's face turned pale. He had wanted to teach the newcomer who ranked first in the Holy Zhi Palace battle a lesson in front of everyone, but he had not expected to be injured by a staff.
What kind of ritual implement was that, to be so powerful?
"Brother, are you alright?" At that moment, a figure landed next to Yan Xin. It was Ye Futian, and his clear eyes were filled with innocent concern.
"Did I hit you a little too hard?" Seeing that Yan Xin did not say anything, Ye Futian said again, "Brother, I'm sorry. If I had known, I would not have used my full strength. I will definitely hold back next time."
Pfft … Yan Xin spat out a mouthful of blood, and his expression became even more awkward.
Everyone around looked at Ye Futian in shock. How could he be so humiliated?
How could he be so shameless?
How was Yan Xin supposed to live like this?
"Get lost," Yan Xin spat out coldly.
"Thank you, Brother, for helping me." Ye Futian cupped his hands and said, then walked past Yan Xin, murmuring, "Why can't I even take one hit? Did you go easy on me on purpose?"
As he said that, he walked towards the Sky Reaching Tower, and everyone stood there stupefied.
They actually had no words to say.
Yan Xin was so angry that his body was trembling. Many people looked at Yan Xin with pity. It was normal to lose a battle, but this defeat, coupled with Ye Futian's words, made it impossible for Yan Xin to raise his head.
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