Above the Daozang Palace, Ye Futian soared into the sky and Yun Feng chased after him.
Everyone looked at the two figures and a strange look flashed through their eyes. Then, they all soared into the sky and headed towards the Law Battle area.
Even Yun Shuisheng stepped out after a moment of hesitation. She wanted to watch the battle.
A group of people flew in the air. Many people who were cultivating in the Holy Zhi Palace were stunned when they saw the scene in the air. Could it be that something big had happened?
Some people who had nothing better to do also soared into the sky and chased after them. The group grew larger and larger.
Right now, there were already many people gathered at the Law Battle area. Just then, many people looked up into the sky and saw a group of people soar into the sky, heading towards the Law Battle Platform.
"Someone wants to fight." Everyone's eyes flashed. They stepped out and headed towards the Law Battle Platform.
They didn't know who wanted to fight to cause such a huge commotion.
"That's Yun Feng, 96th on the Law Rank. He's the Painter's descendant. The Painter and Sage Daozang are good friends. Last year, he sent Yun Feng to cultivate under Sage Daozang. Although his plane isn't high in the Holy Zhi Palace, he's very talented and has a chance of making it to the top of the Law Rank in the future. Who's ahead of him?" someone asked as they walked.
"Ye Futian, 97th on the Law Rank. He was first in the entrance battle at the beginning of the year." Someone's eyes flashed and he looked at the two figures in the sky with interest.
Two cultivators on the Law Rank were going to fight. That was interesting.
"I heard that Ye Futian has a bad reputation after entering the Holy Zhi Palace. There are many rumors about him in the Daozang Palace. Yun Feng once drew a portrait of Hua Jieyu and she burned it. Did this anger Ye Futian? That's why he dares to stand out and fight."
The surrounding people discussed. Soon, many cultivators gathered around the Law Battle Platform. In the sky, Ye Futian descended from the sky and landed on the Law Battle Platform.
Then, Yun Feng's body drew a beautiful arc. Countless scrolls danced with him. It was extremely dazzling. He floated down and landed on the Law Battle Platform.
Figures streaked through the air and landed around the Law Battle Platform. Just as they'd guessed, the Law Battle this time was between the 96th and 97th on the Law Rank, Yun Feng and Ye Futian.
However, Yun Feng was already a Grade Six Noble. When Ye Futian first entered the Holy Zhi Palace, he was a Grade Nine Noble. Ye Futian did not know if he had broken through to the next level. Even if he was a Grade Eight Noble, challenging Yun Feng did not seem wise.
The cultivators of the Daozang Palace descended one after another and appeared around the Law Battle Platform, looking at the two figures who had already stepped onto the platform.
The Law Battle Platform was huge. It was big enough even for a battle between nobles.
Although battles could break out at any time in the Holy Zhi Palace other than the six palaces, there were still many who preferred to settle their grudges on the Law Battle Platform. It was a ritual.
Furthermore, no one from the Holy Zhi Palace was allowed to interfere in any battles that took place on the Law Battle Platform. In other words, as long as one was not killed or crippled, they could fight however they wanted, and no one else was allowed to interfere.
Stepping onto the Law Battle Platform was voluntary, and one had to bear the consequences of their own choice.
"When I first met you, you said that first place in the Holy Zhi Palace battles was luck. Now, it seems that you did not mean it," Yun Feng said emotionlessly to Ye Futian. "But it doesn't matter if you mean it or not. This battle will prove it. You've just entered the Holy Zhi Palace, and you're ranked 97th on the Law Rank. Let me see how strong you really are."
Ye Futian glanced at Yun Feng and said, "I'm not interested in the Law Rank. I only know that after this battle, you'll regret knowing me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the beautiful image of the Roc appeared. The Roc's wings flashed behind him, and rustling sounds came from his Life Palace. Noble Will enveloped the vast space, and the Spiritual Qi in the world surged into his body.
At the same time, powerful Spiritual Qi gathered and turned into a golden staff. He grasped it, and the wings behind him trembled. Ye Futian slowly rose into the air, and a starry world appeared around him.
Yun Feng looked at Ye Futian. He had always been known for being despicable. Ye Futian would admit defeat no matter who challenged him. Today, he seemed to have changed. He was so arrogant that he did not know his limits. Which one was the real him?
After this battle, he would know. The defeated Ye Futian would reveal his true self.
"An artist is also a summoner. My Life Spirit is a painting, and I carve thousands of scrolls on my Life Spirit. Observing and carving scrolls is my path of cultivation. Not everyone can enter my scrolls," Yun Feng said coolly. He was clearly referring to Hua Jieyu.
"This will be the thing you regret the most in your life." After saying this, Ye Futian stepped forward.
"I've never regretted anything," Yun Feng said coolly. He waved his hand, and immediately, many scrolls flew out. At the same time, his eyes turned demonic. A terrifying spiritual storm enveloped the world, and endless Spiritual Qi surged into the scrolls. "You're right. You're right. You're right.
The scrolls had already been carved. Infusing Spiritual Qi into them was a powerful attack.
In an instant, the scrolls danced in the air and floated towards Ye Futian. Ye Futian was surrounded by scrolls. The scrolls devoured the Spiritual Qi in the air in a frenzy, bursting with an astonishing aura.
All the scrolls seemed to be controlled by Yun Feng's spiritual energy.
When he was young, Ye Futian had met a painter cultivator — Zhou Mu. However, Yun Feng was clearly stronger than Zhou Mu. His Life Spirit was a painting.
All the scrolls had been carved into Yun Feng's Life Spirit. They were similar to spell scrolls.
It was like Yun Feng could use thousands of spell scrolls to fight.
However, he must have spent a lot of time and energy carving these scrolls.
Bang, bang, bang. The scrolls floating around Ye Futian dissipated. Terrifying roars of demonic beasts were heard. In the air, the scrolls turned into terrifying demonic beasts. There were dragons, phoenixes, qilins, black tortoises, rocs, elephants, and so on … It was like a terrifying army of demonic beasts.
Many people were shocked. This was probably Yun Feng's first time on the Law Battle Platform. He'd entered last year and was quite famous, but few people had actually seen this descendant of the Painter fight. Now that they saw it, they were shocked. No wonder he could enter the Law Rank as a mid-level Noble.
In the Art of Painting, everything in the world could be drawn.
Spells, demons, and ritual implements could all be used by painters.
Painters were also summoners.
Every demonic beast that appeared in the air was carved by Yun Zhan. They contained his power and possessed his plane. They were like mid-level Noble Plane beasts that turned into a demonic beast army to fight for him.
Many people were already mourning for Ye Futian. It would be difficult to defeat Yun Feng in this battle.
Void spell scrolls appeared around Ye Futian. Spiritual Qi surged into them in a frenzy. The void spell scrolls were filled with terrifying power. The light of the runes flashed, and the power of destruction surged out.
This was an ability he'd learned from Bai Ze — void spell scrolls.
Right now, Yun Feng's Spiritual Energy enveloped the vast battlefield. His expression was cold as he floated in the air. With a wave of his hand, the demonic army in the air charged towards Ye Futian. In an instant, the Law Battle Platform shook.
Almost at the same time, the spell scrolls exploded and the spell Thunder God Roar was released. In an instant, the purplish-golden light of thunder annihilated the void and covered all the demonic beasts in an instant. It blasted on the demonic beast army. The demonic beasts trembled but continued to press down. They had walked out of the picture scrolls and did not feel pain at all.
But at that moment, a golden figure flashed in the starry sky world. It streaked across the sky and charged in a certain direction.
The body of this figure was surrounded by dazzling starlight, and there was actually a terrifying storm around it. This storm was one with the stars, and it had the power to devour and destroy everything. Many people saw the golden figure flying up from below the demonic beast, bringing along the starry sky storm. The scene was extremely spectacular.
A giant elephant stomped down, trying to stomp Ye Futian down from the sky. However, Ye Futian didn't dodge at all. The destructive starry sky storm rose. When the giant foot stomped on him, the terrifying storm tore him apart. Ye Futian continued to charge into the sky. He swung his starry staff and split the elephant's body. Like a golden lightning bolt, he shot out of the space and went straight for Yun Feng.
Yun Feng's expression didn't change. He waved his hand, and the scrolls behind him continued to fly out. There were many divine weapons and ritual implements carved on them. Suddenly, sharp swords whizzed through the air. These swords were like extremely sharp ritual implements. They flew towards Ye Futian in an orderly manner.
"Spiritual Energy control, huh?"
Ye Futian's expression was cold. A terrifying coldness descended upon the world. Extreme ice intent covered the air. Even Yun Feng's spiritual energy could feel the bone-chilling coldness. The sharp swords were covered in frost. They seemed to be affected and were no longer as swift.
Hum. The Roc streaked across the sky, passing through the space of swords. Then, a ritual implement that was transformed from a scroll came for him. It was a huge ancient bell. It pressed down, trying to trap Ye Futian within.
Ye Futian's body did not stop at all. He continued to move forward. When he saw the gigantic ancient bell coming towards him, he did not hesitate to strike a second time. Accompanied by the sound of the bell, the eardrums of countless people shook, and the ancient bell shattered.
"What a violent attack power." Many people's hearts trembled. Seeing Ye Futian continue to approach, Yun Feng frowned slightly. With a clattering sound, the scroll behind him flew forward crazily. Many terrifying gravity mountains appeared, crashing down and crushing everything in their path.
The Roc charged towards one of the mountains. With the staff in front of him, his body was wrapped in a terrifying storm. He passed through the mountain directly. In an instant, the mountain collapsed. The other scrolls' attacks missed again. Ye Futian was getting closer and closer to Yun Feng.
"Go." Yun Feng waved his hand, and many scrolls flew out like pages of ancient books. Rustling sounds could be heard continuously. The scrolls blocked in front of Yun Feng, covering the entire space. Then, all sorts of spells descended. A terrifying gravity pressed down, a flaming divine bird flew out, an ice river swept through the sky, and meteorites fell from the sky.
With a single thought, he seemed to release 3,000 spells, annihilating the entire sky.
"Bang." Ye Futian disappeared from where he was. In the next moment, he appeared in front of one of the scrolls. He swung his staff and destroyed it.
In the next moment, he appeared in another direction. He swung his staff again and broke a gap in the sky.
His body stepped forward towards the gap. The starry world became even more terrifying. The sun and the moon hung high in the sky. The fire of the sun and the water of the moon rained down. The meteorite storm that his body carried withstood the frenzied attacks of the Way and was continuously shattered. However, on his body, the Body of Stars was as indomitable as a divine body. Every step he took seemed to contain a mysterious rhythm, causing the void space to tremble and the world to become extremely heavy.
These days, he'd traveled through the six areas of the spells. He'd also cultivated in the Sky Reaching Tower for a while. He hadn't wasted his time. Every elemental ability had become much stronger. His will had also become more powerful.
Many people were shocked to find that the many ways that attacked Ye Futian were either refined by the flame furnace that the sun spat out, frozen by the ice will, or buried by the meteorite storm. Even if they managed to break through the encirclement and reach Ye Futian, they were still torn to pieces by the terrifying storm around him.
The figure that was moving forward step by step gave people a strange feeling. It was as if everything had to make way for him.
Loud bangs were heard as everything was destroyed. Ye Futian's body was surrounded by a monstrous might, and the paintings that were floating in the air and attacking him seemed to have become extremely small.
Seeing Ye Futian walk over, Yun Feng's Life Spirit floated before him. A blurry figure was drawn on the huge painting. The figure was huge like a god. It emanated an unparalleled aura.
This painting was Yun Feng's ultimate painting. He'd carved all his understanding of cultivation into this illusory figure. It was the supreme existence in his imagination. With every bit of improvement and deeper understanding, the painting's artistic conception would become stronger.
At that moment, Yun Feng's Spiritual Energy surged into the painting. In that instant, the figure seemed to come alive. It walked out of the painting like a supreme god, containing an unparalleled aura.
"Is this the Yun family's ultimate painting, the Painting Spirit?"
The figure that walked out of the painting absorbed all the Spiritual Qi in the world. It seemed to have the most perfect body.
Rumor had it that the Painter created the Painting Spirit with his lifetime of understanding. It was like a real saint.
Yun Feng had seen many people stronger than him, including top Sage Plane figures. Thus, the Painting Spirit he'd created also contained an unparalleled aura. At that moment, the figure raised a huge palm and slapped towards Ye Futian, covering the sky.
Ye Futian continued to walk forward. His overbearing martial arts will bloomed, forming a terrifying aura. Everything in the surroundings was about to be crushed by this aura. He was like an emperor.
"Boom." He took another step. Yun Feng's heart trembled. Then he saw Ye Futian raise his staff. Ye Futian's figure seemed to become extremely majestic. A hundred-meter staff shadow appeared and slashed down with the unparalleled aura of the world.
At that moment, Ye Futian's aura didn't seem any weaker than Yun Feng's Painting Spirit.
Terrifying rumbling sounds rang out as everything in the surroundings was destroyed. Ordinary attacks couldn't even get close to the gigantic figure. When the staff slashed down, the gigantic figure's arm exploded, followed by its head and torso. Everything was crushed by the staff.
The staff shadow hit the painting, causing it to shake. With a squelch, Yun Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale.
"You want to paint a god?" Ye Futian walked up to Yun Feng. Yun Feng's face was pale as he looked up at him.
"Why don't you paint me?" Ye Futian reached out and grabbed Yun Feng's neck. Yun Feng put his hands on Ye Futian's arms, trying to resist. His face was pale.
Ye Futian looked back. Flames bloomed and burned a painting. It was Hua Jieyu's portrait.
"How did you get on the Law Rank?" Ye Futian grabbed Yun Feng's head and smashed it into the ground. Many people's hearts trembled when they saw this.
Boom!
The battle platform shook. Yun Feng spat out blood. He wanted to move Ye Futian's hand away but he couldn't move it.
Below the Law Battle Platform, countless people from the Daozang Palace had their eyes fixed there, especially Xiang Zhiqin and Lian Yuqing. They were stunned to see what was happening on the platform.
Yun Feng was being slaughtered.
Ye Futian didn't let go of Yun Feng's neck. He said coldly, "You said I was shameless and didn't dare to accept the challenge. Now, I'll fulfill your wish. But do you think you deserve it?"
With that, he lifted Yun Feng's body again and smashed it down again. Many of Yun Feng's bones were broken, but Ye Futian controlled it well. He wouldn't be crippled.
But even if he couldn't be crippled, he would make sure Yun Feng never forget what respect was.
Xiang Zhiqin's eyes were cold. She knew that while Ye Futian was talking to Yun Feng, he was also talking about the others.
Many people had mocked Ye Futian for months. But did he really not dare to accept the challenge? He didn't have the bearing of the champion?
Now, Ye Futian was telling them that it wasn't that he didn't dare. It was just that his pride came from his bones. Even if he was mocked, he couldn't be bothered.
The corner of Yun Feng's mouth was covered in blood. His face was ashen and he was no longer recognizable. He was a proud son of heaven, but now he was tortured like this. Ye Futian was purposely humiliating him, humiliating him in the cruelest way possible.
"Enough?" Lian Yuqing asked coldly.
Ye Futian looked up at him and smiled mockingly. "You were the ones who wanted to fight. Now, you're the ones saying enough. Is this your so-called bearing? A bearing that only allows you to humiliate me and not resist? "
With that, Ye Futian stood up. Dragging Yun Feng's body, he walked towards the edge of the platform. Seeing Yun Feng's pitiful state, many people felt pity for him.
Just as Ye Futian had said, he didn't know if Yun Feng would regret knowing him. That harmless-looking handsome young man was like a devil when he was angered.
"This is the challenge you wanted. Are you satisfied?"
Ye Futian tossed Yun Feng's body off the platform. Countless eyes fell on Ye Futian.
Was this the true champion of the Holy Zhi Palace's selection?
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