In the Eighth Layer of Heaven, on the dazzling Law Battle Platform, Gu Dongliu had the absolute initiative.
The nine god-like figures became stronger as they fought, and there was even endless light connecting the nine figures together. With the nine as one, each attack increased dramatically, suppressing Mu Fanchen's external incarnation.
At this time, even Zhao Shi was speechless, and her face was a little pale. Although her plane was much lower, at least she could still understand the battle.
Obviously, this was not Mu Fanchen observing Gu Dongliu, but he was indeed being suppressed by Gu Dongliu, and had no chance to fight back.
As strong as Mu Fanchen was, he was being suppressed.
In Jiutian Temple, countless people watched this battle. They had thought that it would be a battle where Mu Fanchen would once again show his peerless talent, but no one had thought that it would end like this.
The vast crowd of the Ninth Layer of Heaven seemed a little quiet. The cultivators who had been cheering for Mu Fanchen also watched the battle in silence.
Finally, there was a dazzling light blooming on the Law Battle Platform. Mu Fanchen's body was hit, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was sent flying. He wanted to continue fighting, but Gu Dongliu did not give him a chance. Endless giant handprints came crashing down, knocking him back madly, and he kept spitting out blood. It was a tragic sight.
A dazzling light bloomed, and Mu Fanchen's body was sent flying again. He finally stopped resisting. On the Law Battle Platform, he looked up at Gu Dongliu. His eyes had lost the light from before, and he seemed a little lost, even doubting himself. He had been defeated by a proud figure from the Nine States, and it could even be said that he had been crushed.
Two more battles and he would be able to enter the Jiutian Ranking. Now, he had stopped here. This defeat meant that he had to start all over again. Although he believed that with his strength, he could fight back at any time, this defeat would be a stain on his record.
"Gu Dongliu, nine consecutive victories." At this time, a voice spread throughout Jiutian Temple, and countless people trembled.
Nine consecutive victories in the Eighth Layer of Heaven.
With only one more victory, Gu Dongliu would enter the Ninth Layer of Heaven and enter the Jiutian Ranking, and his name would be engraved on the Heaven Ranking of Jiutian Temple.
Those who were able to make it onto the Jiutian Ranking were all Saints, and they were on par with many of the top geniuses in Emperor Xia's Realm.
On the Law Battle Platform, the light dimmed, and everything on the Eighth Layer of Heaven gradually became blurry. Then, there was an uproar in Jiutian Temple, and countless people were discussing the battle.
Clearly, this battle had a great impact on everyone.
Ye Futian retracted his gaze from the Eighth Layer of Heaven and looked at the Law Battle Platform in front of him. Next, it was time for him to meet up with his Third Brother at the Eighth Layer of Heaven.
However, according to the rules, he needed to win ten consecutive matches. Furthermore, each match had to be against an opponent with a similar winning streak, and he had to wait for the people of Jiutian Temple to arrange it. Generally speaking, a battle would be arranged every day.
He didn't have time to wait.
Not far away, Zhao Shi thought that Ye Futian would say something sarcastic, but Ye Futian did not even turn around to look at her. She felt her face burning and embarrassed.
This sort of disregard was also a form of humiliation.
However, Yu Sheng's cold eyes swept over her, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. His contemptuous eyes seemed to regard her as an idiot.
At this time, Zhao Ci looked at the cultivator on the Law Battle Platform and said, "Senior, can you arrange a Law Battle between me and him first?"
The cultivator looked at Ye Futian. Although Jiutian Temple had its own rules, if someone asked for it and it did not affect the rules too much, he had no objections. Some conflicts could also attract more attention, and people who came to Jiutian Temple would be happy to see it.
"You can choose not to accept," he said to Ye Futian.
"I accept," Ye Futian said calmly.
"Very well, if you win this battle, it will be counted in your record. If Zhao Ci wins, it will not be counted," the man said indifferently.
Zhao Ci's body flashed, and his body shot up into the sky, landing directly on the Law Battle Platform.
Standing there, Zhao Ci looked down at Ye Futian. He had never seen someone as presumptuous and arrogant as Ye Futian. It was as if in his eyes, there was no room for anyone at all.
"What are you still doing?" Zhao Shi also stared at Ye Futian. Gu Dongliu's victory over Mu Fanchen had made her feel ashamed, so in this battle, Zhao Ci must humiliate Ye Futian.
In the stands, Li Qingyun looked at Zhao Shi and Zhao Ci with some sympathy. He had seen Gu Dongliu's battle just now, and he had not expected Gu Dongliu to be so tyrannical.
Ye Futian had climbed the Sky Stairwell, and his strength was not necessarily weaker than Gu Dongliu's.
In this battle, Zhao Ci was probably going to be miserable.
Many eyes fell on Ye Futian, who stepped forward and came to the Law Battle Platform. He did not look at Zhao Ci, and his eyes were a little distant, as if he was thinking about something.
At this time, Zhao Ci looked at Ye Futian and said, "You make your move."
Ye Futian raised his head and looked at Zhao Ci. He stretched out his arm, and suddenly a ray of incomparably bright particle brilliance flowed on his arm. Although it was only a ray of particle, the aura that permeated from it made Zhao Ci feel a hint of threat.
He released his Life Spirit, and at the same time, released the will of rules, ready for battle.
But at this time, Ye Futian's body was like the wind, crossing the void, turning into a ray of light and descending directly.
It was too fast, arriving in an instant.
The aura on Zhao Ci's body instantly erupted wildly, but Ye Futian's arm directly blasted forward. The endless light of the particles penetrated Zhao Ci's defense, directly crushing everything. At this moment, the Law Battle Platform trembled violently. Each particle was like a star, containing unparalleled power.
"Boom …"
An extremely violent sound came out, and everyone's hearts also beat with it. Everyone looked up and stared at the Law Battle Platform in the void, only to see Ye Futian's arm directly penetrate all the defenses and blasted on Zhao Ci's body.
At this moment, Zhao Ci bent over, as if he could no longer stand straight. His eyes were wide open, as if he had experienced something extremely terrifying, and his face was pale without the slightest trace of blood.
With just one blow, everything seemed to stand still, so quiet that it was a little scary.
Ye Futian moved his palm away from Zhao Ci's chest, directly grabbed Zhao Ci's neck, and lifted him in mid-air on the Law Battle Platform. He said, "You want me to apologize?"
Zhao Ci was lifted there like a corpse. He looked at Ye Futian, feeling endless humiliation.
However, Ye Futian's eyes were still the same as before, full of contempt and disdain. It was as if he had never taken Zhao Ci seriously.
"Can you bear it?" Ye Futian said indifferently, then glanced at Zhao Shi below.
At this moment, Zhao Shi's face was as pale as paper. Beside her, several cultivators stepped out, their eyes cold. They glanced at Ye Futian in the void and said, "Let him go, immediately."
"You, who are you talking to?" A cold and sharp voice rang out. The cultivators from the Zhao Clan turned their gazes over and saw an old man walking towards them. In an instant, a towering Sword Will descended upon them. At this moment, they had an illusion that as long as the old man willed it, they would be torn to shreds by the Sword Will.
This was the power of the Saint.
Their faces instantly became extremely ugly. Who on earth was Ye Futian?
Zhao Shi's face was pale. How could this be?
In the stands, all the cultivators looked at Ye Futian, their hearts beating fast.
This guy was too strong, and he actually had a Saint by his side.
But why did no one know of him?
It was impossible for such a person to be unknown in Emperor Xia's Realm.
"Who are you?" A cultivator of the Zhao family asked Ye Futian. With a Saint by his side, even a family could not afford to offend him.
"I come from the Nine States, and I am the person from the Lower Worlds that she mentioned," Ye Futian said indifferently. Many people revealed a strange look. It was rumored that Gu Dongliu came from the Lower Worlds, and now he had shown his peerless talent.
And at this moment, Ye Futian said that he also came from the Lower Worlds.
"Gu Dongliu is my brother," Ye Futian continued. Everyone's hearts beat faster. These two brothers were both so outstanding.
Zhao Shi finally understood how she had offended Ye Futian. The person she had been disdainful of before was Ye Futian's brother.
"When I came from the Nine States to the Upper Worlds, there were people who were disdainful. Now in Jiutian Temple, it is still the same." Ye Futian glanced at the crowd. He saw that Li Qingyun was also there. Hearing his words, Li Qingyun's face was burning. Before, he had indeed been disdainful of Ye Futian.
"However, from Jiutian Temple all the way to the Seventh Layer of Heaven, no one was able to withstand a single blow. Is this your arrogance?" Ye Futian's eyes gradually became sharp, and his tone was full of arrogance and haughtiness.
"I came from the Lower Worlds not to prove how many layers of heaven I can reach, nor to get on the Jiutian Ranking. Like my brother, I want to find someone. It is said that he is on the Jiutian Ranking, so I have to fight my way through the Ninth Layer of Heaven." Ye Futian's calm words made everyone's hearts beat faster.
Everyone vaguely knew who he had come for. Like those from the Lower Worlds, he had come for Pei Qianying, who was on the Jiutian Ranking.
He had come to Jiutian Temple for no other reason than to fight his way through the Ninth Layer of Heaven.
How arrogant was this?
"The battle in the Seventh Layer of Heaven is meaningless to me. If there are people here today with different winning streaks, can you come at me together? I'm in a hurry. " Ye Futian continued to speak. Countless eyes were fixed on him. Only then did they understand what Ye Futian was saying.
He was in a hurry.
So, he did not want to wait.
According to the rules of Jiutian Temple, he would probably need many days to reach the Eighth Layer of Heaven. Obviously, he did not have the patience to directly challenge people with different winning streaks.
Moreover, one person, all at once.
This was simply …
Back then, when the Little Princess Xia Qingyuan challenged Jiutian Temple, the Lord of Jiutian Temple personally accompanied her and directly changed the rules so that Xia Qingyuan could fight all the way to the Ninth Layer of Heaven and climb onto the Jiutian Ranking.
Now, Ye Futian, who had come from the Lower Worlds of the Nine States, wanted to challenge cultivators with different winning streaks at the Seventh Layer of Heaven, so that Jiutian Temple could change the rules for him.
(End of this chapter)
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