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Chapter 870

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Slightly heavy-handed?

This foot stomped down and crushed Yi Sheng to the ground. The sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly. It was definitely a serious injury. This was called slightly heavy-handed?

Mediocre talent?

The Yi clan stood in the Summer State, the strongest of the Nine States. They had been around for many years and had a deep foundation. Who knew how many prominent figures there were in the Yi clan. Yi Sheng was able to stand out among the Yi clan and was extremely famous even among the younger generation of the Summer State. Was this considered mediocre talent?

"Pfft."

Yi Sheng, who was lying on the ground, spat out another mouthful of blood. He felt a sharp pain in his heart. This battle was too embarrassing.

Ye Futian's casual words made him feel even more helpless. From now on, when people mentioned the number one of the Nine State Forum, Yu Sheng, they would probably think of this battle.

Yu Sheng had stepped on him and brought his reputation from the Eastern State Nine State Forum to the Summer State.

"Is this how Palace Lord Ye teaches his disciples?" someone from the Yi clan asked coldly. Ye Futian and Yu Sheng wanted to destroy the pride of the Yi clan, Yi Sheng.

Ye Futian's eyes flashed as he looked at the person who spoke.

Before, when Yi Sheng provoked him, the Yi clan did not speak and allowed him to do as he pleased.

He naturally understood the thoughts of the Yi clan. If he won, he would prove the pride of the Yi clan, step on him and make a name for himself.

If he lost, it would be a sparring session to temper the pride of the Yi clan.

If it was like the Nine State College, Sage Liuyun had declared a sparring session and he would not have minded. But Yi Sheng had deliberately provoked him, sowing discord between him and the Nine State College, and tarnishing Little Butterfly's reputation.

If he lost, he wanted to treat it as a sparring session?

He had kept his mouth shut before, but now he stood up to accuse him?

Ye Futian stared at the person who spoke. Before he could speak, Sage Douzhan, who was beside Ye Futian, said coldly, "How the Palace Lord teaches his disciples is not something you can comment on. But your Yi clan, Yi Sheng spoke rudely to the Palace Lord of a holy land, and you all kept your mouths shut and pretended to be deaf and dumb. Since you won't teach him, I'll have to teach him how to behave. "

The person who spoke looked extremely cold. Now, Douzhan was about to go through the catastrophe. He might become a saint or he might die. But no matter what, as an elder of a holy land and a saint, he was certainly qualified to question him.

Around the Nine State Platform, countless people were silent. No one would have thought that the Barren State, who was already facing a crisis and was about to fight the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, would show such a strong side when facing the Yi clan.

This subverted the inherent thinking of many people. They thought that even if the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State rose, their foundation was still too shallow. How could they dare to compete with the Yi Clan of the Summer State? Moreover, they already had a great enemy.

Even many people from the Nine State College shuddered. Ye Futian and his party had not been like this when they were in the Nine State College.

Previously, Ye Futian was a guest at the Nine State College and had a favor to ask.

Now, he sat on the throne and was a Palace Lord. He represented the face of the entire Barren State.

Huang Xi, You Chi, and the other heroes of the Barren State fought with their lives on the line. Why?

To witness a different era, to see the rise of the Barren State, and not to endure humiliation and allow other holy lands to bully them.

A genius of a sacred ground dared to humiliate and provoke the Palace Lord of a sacred ground.

"Yi Sheng was defeated. His skills were inferior, but the disciples of the Yi clan do not need the Holy Zhi Palace to teach them." At this time, a heroic figure stood up and stepped out. In an instant, the wind and clouds surged. His body shone brightly, and the rules of heaven and earth flowed around him as he stepped towards the platform.

"Yi Kong of the Yi clan, let me experience the strength of the Holy Zhi Palace's geniuses." He crossed the void with one step and descended above the platform. The mighty airflow covered the sky, and the rules turned into law power. The golden dragon python roared in the sky, and thousands of arrows condensed at the same time.

In front of him, a giant golden bow appeared.

"Yi Kong."

Many gazes were fixed on the dazzling figure who stood proudly on the platform. He was the third in the previous Nine State Forum. The only ones ranked above him were Tong He of the Nine State College and an extraordinary genius from the Xia Clan.

Now, Yi Kong's cultivation was a lower level magi, and he had entered the second level of the Sage Plane. Although he was not as good as Tong He, he was still advancing at an incredible speed.

Yu Sheng raised his head and looked at Yi Kong. He saw Yi Kong pull the bowstring with one hand, and in an instant, many bowstrings that appeared in the sky and earth trembled at the same time. There seemed to be a terrible vibration force sweeping out, extremely violent, pressing down on Yu Sheng.

Voom.

With a soft sound, the bowstring trembled, and all the power gathered into a beam of light. A rainbow pierced the sun, traversing the void. Feeling the strength of its power, Yu Sheng's aura was monstrous. His battle form was like a demon god, indestructible.

An explosive sound was heard, and the dazzling light hit Yu Sheng's battle form without the slightest deviation. All the power fell on Yu Sheng's battle form, and not a trace of it leaked out to affect Yi Sheng below.

Yu Sheng only felt a terrible shock force fall on his body. His body was shaken back, and in an instant, his battle form seemed to have suffered thousands of shock attacks. Cracks appeared, and then it collapsed and shattered.

"Boom."

When Yu Sheng's feet landed again, he had already retreated a hundred meters. Only then did the power of the arrow dissipate.

Yi Kong's body floated down, and he handed Yi Sheng over to the cultivators of the Yi clan. Then he looked at Yu Sheng again.

Yu Sheng clenched his fists, and an even wilder power swept out. Even if his opponent was in the Magi Plane, he was still not afraid. He wanted to fight him head-on.

"The difference between our levels is not small. You are no match for me." Yi Kong waved his sleeves and looked at the stone tablet throne on the platform. He said lightly, "How is Palace Lord Ye's cultivation?"

Ye Futian stared at Yi Kong. Seeing that Yu Sheng still wanted to fight, he said, "Yu Sheng."

Yu Sheng looked back at him and saw that Ye Futian nodded at him. Then he turned his eyes to the person in front of him and said, "Ying."

Ying looked back at Ye Futian, and there was a bit of arrogance in his eyes. Although he had entered the palace with Tombkeeper Village, it did not mean that he was willing to submit to Ye Futian and listen to his orders.

He had come only because his master was here.

Qin Zhuang was Ying's master, and the old Village Chief had taught him personally.

"Go," Ye Futian said lightly. Ye Futian looked into the other's eyes. At this moment, Ye Futian, who was sitting on the throne, was showing off his abilities. He felt an extremely strong aura coming towards him. It was like a mountain, but also like an emperor. It was undeniable.

"Let me see your pride," Ye Futian said lightly, and then he continued to look forward.

Ying looked deeply at Ye Futian, but he still got up. He turned around and looked at Yi Kong. His arrogant eyes were full of sharpness.

Since he wanted to see it, then he would let him see his pride.

Ying was the most talented person in Tombkeeper Village besides Yaya. This was recognized by the old Village Chief.

Ying stepped onto the platform. In an instant, the shadow of the golden-winged Roc appeared, circling around him. The golden light was dazzling.

A terrible spatial storm swept out, extremely sharp. In an instant, Yi Kong felt bursts of pressure, and his eyes suddenly became solemn as he looked at Ying.

He sensed the power of the rules of space. This person was very strong.

The power of the rules of heaven and earth roared and resonated with him, turning into bows and arrows. The bowstrings trembled, and around Yi Kong's body, there seemed to be countless bowstrings clanging, ready to shoot.

At this moment, Ying's figure disappeared from where he was. Yi Kong frowned, and without any hesitation, he slapped toward the void. The bows and arrows around him trembled, and a terrible vibrating rule power swept out, trying to shatter everything in this space.

Ying's figure suddenly appeared not far in front of Ye Futian. It was as if he was forced out by the invisible vibrating rule power. His palm tore forward as if it had turned into a real Divine Bird, the Roc, and collided with Ye Futian in the air.

An incomparably bright light bloomed, and Ying's body rose up, spreading his wings and soaring.

Yi Kong's expression did not change. He continued to wave his hands, and the mighty rule power shrouded the sky. There were endless arrows shuttling through the void, shooting toward Ying. Each arrow contained a terrible penetrating power and the power of vibration.

The golden-winged Roc crossed the void like a golden afterimage, suddenly disappearing. The next time it appeared, it was directly above Yi Kong's head. A huge golden-winged Roc swooped down, trying to tear the space apart.

Yi Kong's Life Spirit turned into a bow and arrow, and he instantly pulled the bowstring. An incomparably dazzling light shot through everything, and the arrows around him shot out together.

Archery, Oblivion, Great Path annihilation, everything in the void would be destroyed.

However, at this moment, an incomparably dazzling golden sword seemed to appear in front of the golden-winged Roc. It was in the shape of the Roc, and it was divided into nine. Sword Qi slammed down, directly colliding with Yi Kong's attack.

A dazzling light made it almost difficult for many to see the battle between the two, but they all had a thought in their minds.

These two people were so strong.

Whether it was Yi Kong or the victory of the Holy Zhi Palace.

Had the Holy Zhi Palace of today really become so terrifying? Any one of their cultivators was peerless and could shake the top geniuses of the Nine States.

The attacks of the two were extremely fast, and in an instant, no one knew how many times they had collided. Another dazzling light bloomed, and the golden-winged Roc once again crossed the space to kill, directly penetrating the Annihilation rule power of the arrows and slashing toward Yi Kong. The sword and the bow and arrow collided and shook off together. The sharp claws of the golden-winged Roc continued to slash down without any hesitation, hitting Yi Kong's body.

With a squelch, blood bloomed, and Yi Kong's body flew backward. His clothes were torn, and his flesh and blood were splattered. It was a tragic sight.

The golden light rose up, and the golden-winged Roc turned into the figure of Ying. He glanced coldly at Yi Kong, then shook his wings and flew back toward the people of the Holy Zhi Palace, landing on his seat.

Yi Kong of the Yi clan stepped out and repelled Yu Sheng.

Then, Ying appeared and defeated him again.

The two geniuses of the Yi clan were both defeated here today, suppressed by the geniuses of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State.

Even if they had a deep foundation, because Yi Sheng had looked down on the Barren State and provoked the Palace Lord of the Holy Zhi Palace, they had suffered such a tragic defeat.

Ye Futian was still sitting on the throne, his expression as usual. The foundation of the Holy Zhi Palace was indeed insufficient, but some of its people were top talents.

In time, the disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State would become existences that could shake the Nine States. At that time, with a wave of his sleeve, he could move the Nine States!

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