In the Jiutian Temple, countless eyes stared at the two figures standing proudly on the Jiutian Platform.
Gu Dongliu and Yu Sheng had both defeated their opponents. Only the last battle was left.
And from those two battles, it could be deduced that Pei Qianying would be in trouble. Ye Futian had deliberately let him win just to capture his soul, to force Pei Qianying to release his Life Spirit and control it.
What did he want to do?
The Jiutian Temple was silent. The highest grandstand was also extremely quiet. Everyone had realized something.
The Jueying Sword Saint's face was extremely ugly. Pei Qianying was in danger.
Pei Qianying's spiritual will was released to the extreme. Between the Divine Ape's palms, there was a violent collision. The Sword Spirit wanted to break free, but the Divine Ape Life Spirit contained Ye Futian's will power. It released its rules, and its palms were like the strongest prison, suppressing the Sword Spirit.
At that moment, Ye Futian stretched out his hand, and suddenly endless starlight flowed, turning into a long staff. He held it in his hand, and the starry rule power flowed around the staff. A surging pressure swept out, pressing down on Pei Qianying's body.
Everyone stared at Ye Futian's actions. It seemed that at this moment, Ye Futian was really getting serious.
Bang. Ye Futian stepped forward, and the wind and clouds moved. The power of the rules roared, and his momentum was majestic.
"Cultivating the Great Path, the weak are not qualified to seize the opportunity of the Great Path, is that right?" Ye Futian said coldly. His majestic momentum swept out, and time and space seemed to stand still. Pei Qianying felt the sword will flowing around him begin to slow down.
He waved his hands, and a monstrous current of swordsmanship flowed through the sky. The Lihen Sword cut through the spatial will, breaking through the shackles of the rules.
"Those who do not know their own will be stripped of their Life Spirit, is that right?"
Ye Futian continued. He took another step forward, and the void trembled. An unparalleled Spiritual Will swept through the area. The rules of the Great Path shrouded the sky, and they were not destroyed. At that moment, he was like a god that needed to be worshipped.
Pei Qianying controlled the monstrous sword will around him, cutting through the rule power of the surrounding space. He did not let the space-freezing rule power bind his body. Otherwise, there would be no hope for this battle.
"The people of the Jiutian Ranking of the Upper Worlds look down on everything. How can the ants of the Lower Worlds have the right to fight their way up to the Ninth Layer of Heaven?"
Ye Futian's voice shook the Nine Heavens and reverberated in the void. Countless people's hearts trembled. He took another step forward, and every step was earth-shattering. The might of the Great Path grew stronger and stronger. Shadows of the staff filled the sky. It was as if the staff technique had been integrated into this great force.
Pei Qianying felt the pressure that could collapse the sky, and his face went pale. Endless currents of swordsmanship flowed in front of him, gathering into a huge Sword of Lihen. It released unparalleled sword light, tearing apart all the rule power around him, as well as the formless shadow of the staff.
"You are as lowly as an ant. You don't even know how weak you are, yet you dare to strip my brother's Life Spirit and plunder the opportunity of the Great Path. Tell me, what should I do?"
Ye Futian's voice was extremely cold. He activated the power of his physical body, and the hand that held the staff was filled with endless power. Terrifying light penetrated through his body, as if he had opened a major acupoint, causing his power to increase exponentially.
He didn't just want to defeat Pei Qianying.
He wanted to strip away Wuchen's Life Spirit and let Jieyu and the others enter the Ninth Layer of Heaven. He was arrogant, and he regarded his family and brothers as ants.
In this battle, he would let Pei Qianying know what it meant to be bottomless.
Pei Qianying saw that the peerless figure was actually intimidated by Ye Futian. His state of mind was shaken, and the confidence on his face disappeared. An extremely vicious look appeared in his eyes.
A Lingtian Sword Will burst out, and the Sword of Lihen in Pei Qianying's hand moved. It cut through the space, cut through the rules, and cut through the Space-freezing Rules. The sharp sword slashed down from the sky towards Ye Futian's body.
However, Ye Futian stood there motionlessly. He looked up and a monstrous force surrounded him. The space he was in seemed to have locked down all power.
A sharp sound was heard. The sharp sword pierced through, but its power grew weaker and weaker until it stopped. The sword slashed on the flowing starlight, and an unparalleled force pressed down on the sword and Pei Qianying's body. The power of the heavens and earth in front of Ye Futian merged into the rules, and the Sword of Lihen was still unable to cut through it.
Pei Qianying's face was pale, and his heart was beating fast. He could clearly feel that the rules that Ye Futian's spiritual will had cast could not be destroyed even by the Will of Lihen. That willpower was too strong, as if it had been tempered thousands of times and could not be shaken.
Ye Futian had not only tempered his physical body when he tested medicine with Saint Jiang at the Nine State College.
His spiritual will was extremely stable. Even if Pei Qianying's Will of Lihen could target the power of spiritual will and break through the rules, it was not easy to cut through the power of the rules that he had gathered.
"I came from the Nine States of the Lower World and climbed the Sky Stairwell to the Ninth Layer of Heaven. You are above the Ninth Layer of Heaven, high above. Everyone thought that this would be a battle between the top figures of the Lower World and the Lower World." Ye Futian stared at Pei Qianying and said proudly, "But, are you worthy?"
As his voice fell, he stepped forward and waved the long staff in his hand, covering the sky. Pei Qianying's face was pale. He wanted to retreat, but how could he do so under Ye Futian's rules?
Bang!
With a loud sound, the long staff swept onto Pei Qianying's sword and broke it. It continued down and hit Pei Qianying's body, causing him to fall from the sky.
However, Ye Futian did not stop. His body flashed and he caught up with him. In mid-air, he struck out with the staff again.
"Bang."
Another loud sound was heard, accompanied by blood. All the bones in Pei Qianying's body were broken, and his face was ashen.
Bang, bang, bang …
Shadows of the staff continued to fall. Their bodies danced on the Law Battle Platform. Every sound made the hearts of the people in the Ninth Layer of Heaven beat fiercely.
Was this the Law Battle above the Ninth Layer of Heaven?
This was a battle that everyone had their eyes on. Countless people in the Jiutian Temple and the Ninth Layer of Heaven were watching. They had been watching since three days ago, and because Pei Qianying had said that they would learn to be more respectful, the atmosphere of the battle had reached a peak. Many people had come to watch the battle in person. Even the Little Princess Xia Qingyuan had come.
Finally, the three geniuses from the Lower World had set foot on the Ninth Layer of Heaven.
But just as Ye Futian had said, was this really a battle between the top figures of the Lower World and the Lower World?
Was Pei Qianying worthy?
Countless people's hearts trembled when they saw the force land on Pei Qianying's body.
What was peerless? What was peerless?
Even if you were on the Jiutian Ranking of the Upper World, even if you were the son of a Saint and cultivated in Lihen Heaven, I only had one staff strike.
If Pei Qianying had not touched Ye Wuchen, Ye Futian would not have come from the Nine States at all. The two of them were not on the same level.
Ye Futian did not care about the Jiutian Ranking at all. He had come from the Nine States only for Ye Wuchen.
"Enough," shouted the Jueying Sword Saint. His face was extremely cold, and his whole body was as sharp as a sword.
Seeing Pei Qianying being killed in such a way, even a Saint could not help but cry out.
"Bang." There was another loud noise as Ye Futian's staff struck Pei Qianying's chest. Pei Qianying was facing the sky, falling all the way down to the Law Battle Platform. Ye Futian's foot stepped on the staff, suppressing him on the platform.
The proud and arrogant genius of the Jiutian Ranking was now lying there like a dead man. He had no strength left in his body, and his internal organs seemed to have been shattered.
Only his eyes could still move and his mind could still function, but he would rather pass out.
Looking at Ye Futian, the proud figure stepping on him, his heart was filled with endless despair and sorrow. Countless people in Jiutian Temple were watching this battle.
After this battle, he would become the object of ridicule in Emperor Xia's Realm. Everyone who saw him would think of this battle. They would think of Ye Futian, who had come from the Nine States and claimed to be unparalleled.
After this battle, he would no longer be able to enter the true core of Lihen Heaven. Lihen Heaven would not be willing to cultivate a disciple who had suffered such humiliation. He would never be able to come into contact with the number one swordsman in Emperor Xia's Realm, the Swordmaster of Lihen.
There was only endless despair in his eyes.
How could someone from the Lower Worlds be so strong? He did not understand.
Why had he dared to fight all the way from the Nine States and treat him like this?
Ye Futian stepped on Pei Qianying, but he did not care what Pei Qianying was thinking. Just as Pei Qianying had stripped away Ye Wuchen's life spirit, he did not care what Ye Wuchen thought.
The price of blood could only be repaid with blood.
Ye Futian raised his head and looked at the Jueying Sword Saint. His expression was cold. "Your son stripped away the life spirits of others. When you took them away and refined them, did you ever think that was enough?"
Countless people looked at Ye Futian. Was he still so strong in the face of a sword saint?
"The weak are not worthy of the Great Path. They should be stripped of their life spirits. Did you teach them this?" Ye Futian ignored the Jueying Sword Saint. "Now, Pei Qianying is the weak. What do you think should be done?"
The Jueying Sword Saint waved his hand, and suddenly a silver sword danced in the air. It was Ye Wuchen's life spirit. Ye Wuchen's spiritual will fluctuated even more intensely.
But the Jueying Sword Saint still controlled his life spirit. "Take the life spirit," he said. "This is the end."
Ye Futian glanced coldly at the Jueying Sword Saint. End?
The agreement between Xia Qingyuan and the Third Brother was that as long as he defeated Pei Qianying, his life spirit would be returned.
He, the Jueying Sword Saint, was just going with the flow. Would he dare not return it?
"Does the Princess's words still count?" Ye Futian asked Xia Qingyuan.
Xia Qingyuan looked at Ye Futian, then at the Jueying Sword Saint. "Pei Qianying set the rules himself. Return the life spirit."
The Jueying Sword Saint's face darkened when he heard her words. He looked at her, but her eyes were still calm, without much emotion.
In the past, Pei Qianying had stripped away Ye Wuchen's life spirit. He had been insufferably arrogant. Now, this was the price he had to pay. No one could blame him.
"Yes." The Jueying Sword Saint saw Xia Qingyuan's indifferent eyes and did not dare to disobey. He loosened the restraints, and suddenly the silver light turned into a bolt of lightning that shot towards Ye Wuchen's body, burrowing directly between his eyebrows!
PS: This plot has finally come to an end. Everyone has been cursing for days. Now that the fun is over, can you vote?
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