Ye Futian looked back. The sword spirit had returned to its place, and a strong spiritual fluctuation was released from between Ye Wuchen's eyebrows. The Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth flowed in through his brow.
But these days his spiritual will had been greatly damaged, and it was clear that he would not wake up so quickly. He was recovering on his own.
Phoenix squatted down and put a pill into Ye Wuchen's mouth. It was a pill to restore spiritual energy. This would allow him to heal faster.
"Princess, the life spirit has been returned, and Qianying has been defeated. Let's end it here," said the Jueying Sword Saint to Xia Qingyuan. He was worried that Ye Futian would continue.
But when Pei Qianying had sent Gu Dongliu and the others to challenge him in the Ninth Layer of Heaven, Xia Qingyuan had given her permission. Now that she had come in person, she was naturally a witness to the battle. So he did not dare to act rashly and stop the battle. He could only ask Xia Qingyuan.
Xia Qingyuan did not look at the Jueying Sword Saint. Her eyes were still on the Law Battle Platform, on Ye Futian.
"You took away someone's life spirit, and now that you've lost, you're just returning it?" Yu Sheng stepped forward, his angry eyes sweeping coldly at the Jueying Sword Saint.
If they had not come, or if they had been defeated, what would have happened?
"He hasn't done enough?" The Jueying Sword Saint looked at Yu Sheng, his eyes filled with sword will.
"Of course not," replied Ye Futian. He stepped forward and left Pei Qianying's body. He stretched out his hand, and the long staff fell into his palm. He walked towards the Divine Ape's life spirit.
At that moment, the Divine Ape stretched out both palms, holding the sword spirit at both ends so that it was suspended in the air.
Countless people in Jiutian Temple were shocked to see this.
What was Ye Futian doing?
"How dare you!" The Jueying Sword Saint stood up, and a terrible sword will swept out.
Ye Futian ignored him and continued towards the Divine Ape.
Pei Qianying lay on the ground, his eyes still open. When he saw Ye Futian's movements, his face was ashen, and his body trembled as he lay there powerlessly.
He was already so miserable that he had fallen into hell.
Was Ye Futian still not going to let him go?
This was a complete Life Spirit. If it was directly destroyed, there would be no chance of recovery. His cultivation would regress, and it would be difficult for him to advance even half a step. His path of cultivation would come to an end, and he would become a cripple.
In the stands, many people on the Jiutian Ranking watched Ye Futian's actions, and their hearts trembled. This guy was too crazy.
Blood for blood, a tooth for a tooth?
"Clang!"
At that moment, the sound of a guqin was heard. It was sonorous and powerful, causing Ye Futian's spiritual will to tremble.
Ye Futian stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at the person playing the guqin in the stands. It was Mo Li of the Lihen Sword Palace.
"That's enough. Let's stop here." Mo Li looked at Ye Futian and did not seem to have much of a reaction. His voice was not loud, but it contained a strange charm that made it hard for anyone to refuse.
In reality, Mo Li also understood that Pei Qianying had taken away Ye Wuchen's Life Spirit. Now that he had lost, he could be considered to have brought this upon himself. Since he was not as strong as Ye Wuchen, he had to pay the price.
However, Pei Qianying was still his younger brother. Ye Futian wanted to cripple Pei Qianying in front of him, so he could not just stand by and watch.
Ye Futian's eyes were very cold. When Pei Qianying had taken away Ye Wuchen's Life Spirit, no one had criticized him.
Pei Qianying did not even care. He had asked his third brother and the others to fight their way to the Ninth Layer of Heaven so that they could fight him and take back their Life Spirits. These people sitting in the stands were probably waiting to see this visitor from the Nine States make a fool of himself.
As for Ye Wuchen, who cared whether he lived or died?
Who cared if his Life Spirit had been taken away?
Now, Mo Li had said that this was the end!
"If you are willing to give me your Life Spirit in exchange, then I will stop here," Ye Futian said to Mo Li.
Mo Li raised his eyebrows slightly. Beside him, a cold light flashed in Fengxiao's eyes. She said, "You are too presumptuous."
Ye Futian glanced at Fengxiao mockingly, then turned around and continued to walk towards the Divine Ape.
"Princess." The Jueying Sword Saint's face was extremely ugly. He looked at Xia Qingyuan beside him, and there was even a hint of pleading in his voice.
Now, as long as Xia Qingyuan agreed, his son Pei Qianying could be saved.
She watched as Ye Futian walked up to the Divine Ape and stopped. He raised the staff in his hand, and a terrifying rule aura permeated the staff. Xia Qingyuan said, "Ye Futian."
"When Pei Qianying stripped away Ye Wuchen's Life Spirit, the Princess tacitly agreed not to interfere. Now, I challenge Pei Qianying according to the agreement, and the Princess will bear witness. Is that right?" Before Xia Qingyuan could speak, Ye Futian spoke first, stopping her from speaking.
Although he was very unhappy, Xia Qingyuan's status was still there. She was the daughter of Emperor Xia, and her status was extraordinary. Moreover, he did not waste these three days in vain. He had inquired about some news in the Upper Worlds.
Xia Qingyuan was the youngest daughter that Emperor Xia doted on the most, and she was the daughter of the number one beauty in Emperor Xia's Realm. Her talents were unparalleled, and her status in Emperor Xia's Realm was unparalleled.
As for Ye Futian, he was merely the Palace Lord of the holy land of Emperor Xia's Orthodoxy in the Lower Worlds. Even if he was displeased, he could not blame Xia Qingyuan.
Hearing his words, Xia Qingyuan fell silent. She could not refute him.
"Yes," Xia Qingyuan said to Ye Futian.
"In that case, thank you for bearing witness, Princess." As Ye Futian's voice fell, he raised the long staff in his hand, and the terrifying power of rules exploded. At that moment, in Jiutian Temple, countless eyes looked up into the sky, staring at Ye Futian.
His body drew a brilliant arc, and the long staff in his hand slashed towards the Sword Spirit between the Divine Ape's palms. At that moment, everyone held their breath, staring at the scene.
"No …" Pei Qianying shouted powerlessly, and his eyes were filled with despair.
"Bang."
With a loud sound, the long staff exploded with the power of rules, slamming into the Sword Spirit. In an instant, the Sword Spirit shattered.
Lying there, Pei Qianying grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood. His aura was still weakening wildly, as if his plane was regressing.
But at that moment, he did not seem to feel the pain. At that moment, he only felt that his soul was being torn apart, and the pain of his heart.
At that moment, he recalled his own glory. He had been born extraordinary, the pride of the heavens.
He was the son of the Sword Saint, a disciple of Lihen Heaven. He had stepped onto the Jiutian Ranking and was incomparably dazzling. Even in Emperor Xia's Realm, he had a place. In the future, when he entered the Saint Plane, he would become an important figure in Emperor Xia's Realm.
But now, all of this was like a dream.
This dream had shattered.
Everything had vanished. He would become a cripple, a cripple who could no longer move forward on the path of cultivation. He would become the object of ridicule. Everyone would remember today's battle. That unparalleled figure in the Nine States had climbed the Sky Stairwell, fought his way to the Ninth Layer of Heaven, and destroyed Pei Qianying of the Jiutian Ranking. What a glorious story.
And Pei Qianying's name would become the background of this story, and Ye Futian's name.
How ironic.
He really could not accept it. Just because he had taken away the Life Spirit of someone from the Lower Worlds?
Had he paid such a painful price?
Tears even fell from the corners of Pei Qianying's eyes. It seemed that he was crying for his future fate. At that moment, his heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife. It was more painful than death.
The Divine Ape returned to Ye Futian's body. Above the Ninth Layer of Heaven, there was no sound. Not only the Ninth Layer of Heaven, but even the Jiutian Temple was exceptionally quiet at that moment.
Ye Futian, the man from the Nine States, had not only fought his way to the Ninth Layer of Heaven, but had also destroyed Pei Qianying's Life Spirit. In the Ninth Layer of Heaven, in front of the disciples of Lihen Heaven and the Jueying Sword Saint.
Pei Qianying of the Jiutian Ranking had been reduced to a cripple.
Although this battle was a little different from what they had imagined, it was still shocking.
Apart from the Jueying Sword Saint, no one cared about Pei Qianying's life or death. He had taken away the Life Spirit of others, and now he had been defeated. No one would sympathize with him. This was the price he had to pay.
Xia Qingyuan looked at Ye Futian and said nothing in the end.
The Jueying Sword Saint's body was filled with terrible sword will. His eyes revealed cold killing intent, but he did not move.
Ye Futian had crippled his most beloved son right in front of him.
Mo Li and Fengxiao also stared coldly at Ye Futian, but they did not speak. The conversation between Ye Futian and the Little Princess was a tacit agreement.
The young master of the Jiutian Temple, Gu Mu, did not speak either, so there was a strange silence in the Ninth Layer of Heaven.
"This battle ends here," Xia Qingyuan finally said.
Gu Mu transmitted his voice to the people around the Law Battle Platform. Suddenly, they extinguished the matrix, and the light disappeared. The Jiutian Law Battle Platform sank downwards.
The Jueying Sword Saint's body flashed and he landed on the Law Battle Platform. The Village Chief descended beside Ye Futian at almost the same time.
Although the Jueying Sword Saint would not dare to do anything with Xia Qingyuan there, they still had to be on guard. What if he went crazy?
His cold eyes swept over Ye Futian, and the Jueying Sword Saint left with Pei Qianying's body. His eyes were full of killing intent as he left.
Mo Li and Fengxiao also stood up and looked coldly at Ye Futian. Then they walked away, not staying any longer.
Xia Qingyuan was still sitting there. She looked at Ye Futian and said, "Are you willing to cultivate with me in the future?"
The people of the Ninth Layer of Heaven trembled. The Little Princess had personally invited Ye Futian to cultivate with her.
It was obvious that Ye Futian's display of power had moved even the Little Princess.
Even Gu Mu's eyes flashed. As long as Ye Futian nodded, he could soar. Not only was his talent outstanding, but he could also rely on the Little Princess. Who would dare to touch him?
"Thank you for your kindness, Princess. But I am the Palace Lord of the Holy Zhi Palace in the Barren State. Naturally, I have to return to the Palace to cultivate," Ye Futian said to Xia Qingyuan.
Xia Qingyuan looked at Ye Futian deeply. This was the second time that Ye Futian had refused her.
Last time at Saint Xia's birthday banquet, Ye Futian had refused to go with her to the trial.
But she still did not say anything. She stepped forward and landed on the back of the Blue Phoenix.
With a long cry, the Blue Phoenix rose into the sky and soared away.
"Let's go back to the Barren State," said Ye Futian, looking at Xia Qingyuan's departing figure.
(End of Chapter)
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