The voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.
On a cliff, a figure slowly appeared.
The man was in his twenties, wearing a seven-star robe. He was handsome and elegant.
"Alkaid?"
"It's Alkaid Perfected Cultivator."
"Alkaid Perfected Cultivator is here too?"
"The strongest genius of the Seven-Star Ancient Sect, Alkaid Perfected Cultivator?"
In an instant, many voices were heard. Everyone was surprised. They hadn't expected it to be Alkaid Perfected Cultivator.
He was the representative genius of the Middle Continent.
Alkaid Perfected Cultivator was indeed famous. He was known as the tenth Saint of the Middle Continent.
Because the All Beginnings Sacred Ground didn't have a Saint, they were known as the nine Saints. However, many people who knew Alkaid Perfected Cultivator would call him the Alkaid Saint.
He didn't rely on his connections, but his true strength.
He was very powerful. He stood on the cliff and stared at Zhang Yuanru. His tone was calm, but the sky was filled with stars around him.
"Greetings, Brother Xu, Brother Li."
Alkaid Perfected Cultivator stood on the cliff and greeted the Saints of the Shumen Sect and Ziqing Sect.
"Greetings, Brother Alkaid," the two said at the same time.
The two of them spoke at the same time. Although the Light Shaking Sage was not a true Holy Son, his strength was indeed very strong. Naturally, he was worthy of this title.
"Alkaid? I've heard of you. You're a bit more famous than those two, "Zhang Yuanru said.
Zhang Yuanru said, looking at Reverend Yao Guang.
"The two Saints just don't want to use their full strength. Brother Zhang's strength is extraordinary, but it's a bit too much in the Middle Continent," Alkaid Perfected Cultivator said.
His attitude was clear. He wanted to maintain the reputation of the Middle Continent.
"Oh? Too much? Too much? Too much? Doesn't the Middle Continent always value strength? If you're not strong, then you're not strong. Why do you have to find so many excuses? "
Zhang Yuanru replied calmly, but his words were full of sharpness.
"If that's the case, I'd like to learn from you."
Alkaid Perfected Cultivator said slowly.
"You can do it!"
Zhang Yuanru was extremely confident, but he did have the right to be so.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, Reverend Yao Guang made his move. The Big Dipper appeared behind him, and the terrifying power of the stars shot out. The stars revolved around him, turning into tens of thousands of beams of divine light. This was the Seven Stars Ancient Art. It could communicate with seven ancient stars and display a supreme divine ability.
Seven ancient stars revolved around him, forming a stellar armor. With a single move, a great mountain was blasted apart.
Bang!
Zhang Yuanru condensed a Dao Pagoda and forcibly withstood this attack. However, Sage Alkaid was indeed powerful. This attack caused the Dao Pagoda to rumble and almost shatter.
"Alright!"
"As expected of Brother Alkaid."
"Wonderful!"
"Brother Yao Guang, you can do it! Bring down the spirits of these people!"
The cultivators of the Middle Continent puffed out their chests and cheered.
After all, this was the territory of the Middle Continent. Their personal grudges were nothing. What they needed to do now was to suppress the foreign cultivators.
This battle was extremely ferocious. Yao Guang Daoist used the Seven Star Dao Art to produce seven stars. Stellar armor covered his body, and he didn't fear any attacks. His attacks were even more berserk, and each fist was like a great star exploding.
The punches hit the flesh and bombarded Zhang Yuanru's Dao Pagoda.
Zhang Yuanru was forced to retreat again and again. The two of them pushed forward for five hundred li, destroying countless mountains and rivers. Fortunately, there were only barren mountains around Bright Moon Ancient City, so no innocent people were harmed.
Their battle was extremely exciting.
In the end, Yao Guang Daoist condensed seven great stars in his fists and palms, illuminating thousands of li of mountains and rivers, showing his invincible posture.
Zhang Yuanru really felt the pressure.
He retreated again and again, and the Dao Pagoda was on the verge of collapse, as if it could disintegrate at any time.
Boom!
As the battle intensified, Yao Guang Daoist's fist radiance was invincible, and his Seven Star Ancient Fists were unstoppable. He did his best to unite his essence, qi, and spirit, and bombarded Zhang Yuanru's Dao Pagoda.
The explosion was deafening, like the explosion of heavenly thunder.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Zhang Yuanru's Dao Pagoda collapsed piece by piece, and finally lost all its brilliance.
In the ancient city, everyone was watching the battle. Everyone held their breath, and when they saw the result, cheers sounded in an instant.
"Good! Yao Guang Daoist is indeed the tenth Saint. "
"The Yao Guang Daoist is invincible!"
"The Seven Star Ancient Sect has really produced an unparalleled genius."
"He's too powerful. He condensed seven stars and broke all laws with his strength."
"Hmph, is he that strong? I'm not boasting. If this punch hits me, I'll die on the spot. "
"Another punch? I think the wind from the punch can kill me. "
"Hmph, aren't you Eastern Land cultivators arrogant? Continue to be arrogant. "
"Eastern Land cultivators are just so-so."
Voices sounded. Yao Guang Daoist's victory over Zhang Yuanru was an extremely joyous occasion for the Middle Ground cultivators.
The Middle Ground cultivators cheered. They had indeed been sullen these days. This was the territory of the Middle Ground, but they had been suppressed by a group of Eastern Land cultivators. They were naturally indignant.
However, at this moment, a voice came from the ancient city.
"Brother Zhang, don't hide anymore. Let's finish this quickly. The dishes are getting cold."
Then, the voice sounded.
In an instant, the Bright Moon Ancient City was extremely silent.
In the void 250 miles away.
Zhang Yuanru smiled.
He looked at Yao Guang Daoist and couldn't help but nod. "Very good. You can actually destroy the pagoda that I condensed with 30% of my Dharmic Dao. However, this is the end."
Zhang Yuanru's tone was calm.
However, the next moment, there was a rumble.
In an instant, the Spirit Qi within a radius of 500 miles was instantly sucked dry. Instead, 81 ancient divine lights appeared behind Zhang Yuanru.
Rumble!
Rumble!
An even more resplendent pagoda appeared. This pagoda had 81 floors and was thousands of feet tall. It was extremely lifelike and surrounded by the light of the Great Dao. It released thousands of divine lights, looking extremely terrifying and extraordinary.
The appearance of the pagoda suppressed the mountains and rivers within a million miles. The space froze, and it was as heavy as an ancient divine mountain. It was too terrifying.
This was Zhang Yuanru's true strength.
He was more than 10 times stronger than before.
Rumble!
The pagoda shook, and thousands of divine lights shot towards Yao Guang Daoist.
The latter frowned. In an instant, seven terrifying large stars appeared and blocked the thousands of divine lights.
Then, he withdrew and returned to the outside of the Bright Moon Ancient City.
He frowned and pondered for a moment. Soon, his voice sounded.
"I admit defeat!"
Yao Guang Daoist was very direct. He admitted defeat without any hesitation.
In an instant, the expressions of the Middle Ground cultivators became ugly again.
Yao Guang Daoist, who was known as the tenth Son, had also lost.
This was not a good thing.
The gathering of geniuses was shrouded in a layer of gloom.
"You're indeed very strong. Being called the tenth Son is a bit of an insult to you. If you ask me, you should be the first Son. You're much stronger than these Sons who only look impressive. Also, you have a trump card and you're not willing to fight for real. However, even if you do your best, you won't be able to defeat me because I still have a trump card."
Zhang Yuanru said condescendingly.
He admitted Yao Guang Daoist's strength. He even knew that Yao Guang Daoist still had a trump card, but he was extremely confident.
He thought that Yao Guang Daoist would not be able to defeat him even if he gave it his all.
However, Yao Guang Daoist did not answer.
He just looked at his opponent calmly.
"I've already defeated three of the ten Sons. Apart from Saintess Ling Long, there are still seven left. Do you want to try again? That way, there won't be any dissatisfied voices. "
Zhang Yuanru was extremely confident.
He had defeated three Sons in a row.
It was indeed very exaggerated.
However, an extremely pleasant voice was heard.
It caused a sensation.
"Why … did you exclude me?"
It was Saintess Ling Long's voice.
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