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Chapter 84, Defying Immortals, Defeating Three Great Prodigies in Succession! [Please Subscribe]

The middle-aged man in the gray robe blushed crimson, wishing he could swallow back all his words.

The old man in black stood up, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and said, "I was unaware of the Holy Son's arrival; please forgive my intrusion."

Su Ye waved his hand.

"It's alright."

He got up, left a few pieces of broken tea on the table, and turned to walk out of the teahouse.

The three rogue cultivators behind him breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, like three mice that had escaped from the clutches of a cat.

The middle-aged man in the gray robe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"My God, when did he sit there?"

"It's been at least half an hour since he came in."

The old man in black stared at the white-clad figure from behind, his voice somewhat dry.

"We've been talking for so long, and no one even noticed."

The young man in the blue robe swallowed hard: "This is the innate Dao embryo? The feeling of being one with heaven and earth—"

Outside the tavern.

Su Ye continued walking along the long street.

There were more cultivators in Yunze City than he had expected; there were more than a dozen cultivators at the fourth level or above on this main street alone.

There are quite a few cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm.

"The news spread faster than I expected."

Su Ye pondered to himself.

Less than a month has passed since Tai Xuan triggered the Zhuofeng inheritance, and it is already common knowledge in Yunze City.

There must be someone stirring things up.

At the end of the long street is a huge circular square.

In the center of the square stands a hundred-foot-tall blue stone tablet, its surface covered with deep sword marks and palm prints.

This is the Martial Arts Monument of Yunze City, used specifically for passing cultivators to spar and compete.

It is said that this monument is made of a special material that can withstand any attack below Sendai without breaking.

Su Ye paused in front of the monument.

The sword marks on the monument are of varying ages, with the deepest one being three feet long, as if it had been cleaved out by a heavy sword.

"The Holy Son of Yaochi!"

A clear voice came from the other side.

Su Ye looked up.

The crowd on the other side automatically parted to the sides, and a young swordsman walked out from between the human walls.

He was in his early thirties, tall and slender, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

The cyan sword robe fluttered slightly in the wind, and the cuffs were embroidered with nine silver sword patterns, each of which gleamed with a sharp, cold light in the sunlight.

A narrow, sharp sword hung at his waist, its scabbard entirely silver-white, with a fingernail-sized Originium embedded at the end of the hilt.

The source stone is sword-shaped, crystal clear, and faintly contains sword energy.

The surrounding crowd erupted in uproar.

"The Nine Heavens Sword Pattern Robe of the Heavenly Sword Sect! It belongs to Sword Master Ling Jiuxiao!"

"Wasn't he sharpening his sword in the Northern Region? How did he end up in Yunze City?"

"Nonsense, news of the Jade Pool Holy Son has already spread far and wide. Who wouldn't want to give it a try?"

"Ling Jiuxiao is at the fourth level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, while the Holy Son of Yaochi is only at the Perfection of the Fourth Extreme Realm. The difference is incredible—"

"What do you know? The treasures that the Holy Son of Yaochi cut out of the Holy City were all enough to persuade a powerful figure from the Sendai realm to take action."

"A prodigy like Ling Jiuxiao is only challenging us for fame or fortune!"

Ling Jiuxiao stopped twenty feet in front of Su Ye.

His slender fingers rested on the scabbard, and he bowed slightly, his fighting spirit almost tangible.

"Tianjian Sect, Ling Jiuxiao."

"I would like to ask the Holy Son for guidance."

Su Ye glanced at him.

He had reached the fourth level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, and his aura was many times more refined than that of the scarred bandit from the desolate ridge.

The sword intent is contained within, not revealed; this is true, refined skill.

"The Heavenly Sword Sect's Nine Heavens Sword Technique is known as 'One Sword, Nine Heavens.'"

Some people in the crowd started whispering among themselves.

The speaker was an old monk with white hair, who, judging from his attire, seemed to be a retainer of some minor aristocratic family.

Several young disciples surrounded him, asking questions all at once.

"Is the Nine Heavens Sword Technique really that powerful?"

The old monk stroked his beard, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

"I personally witnessed the Heavenly Sword Sect Master use this sword technique thirty years ago. When all nine swords were unleashed, the entire sky was cut into nine pieces by the sword light."

"The laws of every region were forcibly distorted by the sword intent; I still can't forget that power."

"This swordsman is at the fourth level of the Dragon Transformation Realm. Even if he only cultivates to the sixth level, it will be enough for him to roam freely within the Dragon Transformation Realm."

A rogue cultivator nearby chimed in, "The Holy Son of Yaochi is only at the peak of the Fourth Realm, a full four minor realms short. How can he possibly fight?"

"It's hard to say. The Holy Son of Yaochi has defeated Ji Haoyue and the Golden-Winged Roc King."

"Besides, isn't there a rumor that the Holy Son of Yaochi possesses forbidden combat power?!"

Another rogue cultivator chimed in, his tone tinged with anticipation: "I heard that he even triggered the lost Zhuofeng inheritance that had been gone for hundreds of years in Taixuan. Such a person cannot be measured by simple realms."

The old priest nodded, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"This competition will likely be recorded in the history of Yunze City."

on the square.

Su Ye looked at Ling Jiuxiao.

"Make your move."

As soon as he finished speaking, purple divine power surged from his body.

The surrounding cultivators all stepped back, clearing a space.

The Martial Arts Monument trembled, and the cyan light on its surface automatically spread, condensing into a transparent barrier above the plaza.

Ling Jiuxiao drew his sword.

The moment the sword was drawn, a dazzling silver light shot into the sky.

The sword light split into three beams in mid-air, then into six beams, and finally transformed into nine hundred-foot-long sword beams.

Nine sword beams flew up and down, stirring up the clouds.

Nine huge holes were pierced through the clouds by the sword energy, and silvery-white sword flames burned at the edges of the holes.

Sunlight poured down from the nine holes, falling on the square and creating patches of light and shadow.

"One sword, nine heavens!"

Someone in the crowd gasped in surprise.

"It's not that his cultivation level is insufficient; he has mastered the complete Nine Heavens Sword Technique!"

"Wait! What's that?!"

Everyone suddenly looked up.

Suddenly, the sword flames in the nine cloud caves above the Martial Arts Monument surged, and blurry phantoms appeared within the sword flames.

The phantom figures all stood holding swords, each with a different posture.

Some were leaping and slashing, some were thrusting downwards from mid-air, and some were sweeping and slashing horizontally and diagonally.

Nine illusory figures moved simultaneously, weaving together in the air to form a sword net covering a hundred feet.

Each sword light locked onto Su Ye's aura.

Before the sword energy even arrived, the pebbles on the plaza floor tiles had already flown up on their own, suspended in mid-air by the sword energy.

The spiritual energy permeating the air was also shattered by the sword energy, producing a piercing sound as it cut through the air.

Su Ye's expression remained unchanged.

Purple Daoist energy slowly spread around him.

The laws of the Great Dao in the air began to tremble slightly, emitting a series of deep and distant Dao sounds.

It sounded like the oldest bell in the world coming from the farthest distance.

This is the resonance between the innate Dao embryo and the myriad Daos of Heaven and Earth.

Su Ye slightly raised his hand.

Spread your five fingers.

A large seal shimmering with five-colored light appeared in his palm.

After Su Ye achieved perfection in the Five Elements within the Dao Palace Secret Realm, he combined the meanings of the Dao Scripture and the Western Emperor Scripture to create a divine offensive technique in the Four Extremes Secret Realm.

This technique is based on the five deities of the Dao Palace, drawing upon the power of the five elements of heaven and earth to transform into a great seal of reincarnation that suppresses everything.

The five colors of light correspond to the five elements: green light represents wood, red light represents fire, yellow light represents earth, white light represents metal, and black light represents water.

Five-colored light swirled and intertwined in his palm, gradually condensing into a tangible form.

The Five Elements Revolving Seal.

The seal was covered with dense, layered runes, each one flowing on its own.

The five elements generate each other: wood generates fire, fire generates earth, earth generates metal, metal generates water, and water generates wood.

It goes on and on, endlessly.

The Five Elements Rotating Seal flew out of his hand.

The great seal swelled in the wind and, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a luminous seal ten feet in size.

The light imprint crashed head-on into the nine sword beams.

The moment the nine sword beams collided with the Five Elements Seal, a dazzling burst of light exploded in the sky above the plaza.

boom!

It's like two mountains colliding in mid-air.

The aftershocks swept across the barrier, causing the cyan light curtain to tremble violently, its surface rippling.

Several low-level cultivators who were too close to the barrier were forced to retreat, and the floor tiles beneath their feet cracked with spiderweb-like fissures.

"What a powerful collision!"

"Look! The sword's edge has been blocked!"

Nine sword beams pierced the surface of the five-colored light seal.

The moment the sword tip touched the runes, the sword beams began to tremble.

The forces of mutual restraint among the five elements circulate within the light seal: metal restrains wood, wood restrains earth, earth restrains water, water restrains fire, and fire restrains metal.

No matter how the Nine Heavens Sword Technique changes, it cannot escape the scope of the Five Elements.

Among the nine sword beams, those belonging to metal are overcome by fire, those belonging to wood are overcome by metal, and those belonging to water are overcome by earth.

The sword's edge was like an iron bar thrown into a millstone, its sharpness gradually worn away by the power of the five elements.

The silver-white sword light was continuously crushed amidst the five-colored light, turning into countless silver fragments.

The debris fell like silver rain, scattering across the square.

Ling Jiuxiao's expression darkened.

He changed his right-hand sword gesture and flicked the sword with his left hand.

A clear, melodious sword cry rang out.

The nine suppressed sword beams suddenly recoiled and reformed around him.

This time, it was no longer nine scattered sword beams.

The nine sword lights merged into one.

A giant, silver-white sword, hundreds of feet long, materialized in mid-air.

Nine silver sword patterns appeared on the surface of the giant sword, each corresponding to a sword technique.

The nine layers overlapped, and the sword energy condensed into a truly sharp edge.

The surrounding air was forced back by the sword energy, forming a visible shockwave.

The shockwave surged outwards, sweeping across the cultivators at the edge of the plaza as if they were being struck head-on by a sharp blade.

Several cultivators with slightly lower cultivation levels turned pale instantly and scrambled backward.

"Nine swords return to one!"

The old temple servant cried out in disbelief.

"This is the ultimate form of the Nine Heavens Sword Technique! How could someone at the fourth level of the Dragon Transformation Realm achieve this?"

"Back then, the Heavenly Sword Sect Master had to reach the Immortal Platform realm to activate this technique!"

"It's over, it's over! This is the Heavenly Sword Sect's trump card! It's four minor realms above the barrier—can the Holy Son of Yaochi withstand it?"

Someone scoffed: "If you can't handle it, you'll be defeated. There's no need for all that fancy stuff in a battle between geniuses."

The giant sword, formed from nine swords, slashed straight down at Su Ye with an aura that seemed to cleave the heavens and earth!

When the sword energy pressed down, the ground could not withstand the pressure and cracked open a three-zhang-long gash.

The floor tiles at the edge of the crack were shattered into dust by the aftershocks of the sword energy.

Su Ye looked up.

There was no fear in those deep purple eyes, only pure focus.

The Five Elements Revolving Seal is still in the air and has not been retrieved.

The Daoist essence of his innate Dao embryo flowed continuously from his body, resonating with the surrounding Dao of Heaven and Earth.

He raised his right hand.

Extend your index finger.

A tiny purple light appeared at the fingertip.

The light was extremely fine, like the tip of a needle.

The moment the purple light appeared, all the cultivators in Yunze City felt a tremor in their hearts.

That was the Great Dao Law issuing a warning.

Like a dark cloud layer pressing down in the sky before a storm, it made them instinctively feel a tremendous sense of oppression.

Dao Jiezhi (a term referring to a type of calamity or tribulation).

A purple light suddenly shot out from Su Ye's fingertips.

The purple light was extremely fine; compared to Ling Jiuxiao's hundred-foot-long giant sword, it was so small that it could almost be ignored.

The purple light collided with the tip of the giant sword.

The world seemed to fall silent for a moment, except for the clear sound of a sword ringing out.

The giant sword, composed of nine swords, was frozen three zhang above Su Ye's head, and the nine silver sword patterns on its blade began to shatter from the tip.

The silver-white sword blade transformed into countless points of light, scattering in the wind.

A silvery snow fell over the square.

Ling Jiuxiao's right hand was split open at the base of his thumb, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.

The silver sword patterns on the scabbard had dimmed considerably, losing their previous sharp luster.

Even the bluestone floor tiles beneath his feet were cracked by the reversed sword intent.

He glanced down at the injury on his right hand, momentarily lost in the aftermath of defeat, before slowly regaining his senses.

Ling Jiuxiao sheathed his longsword, pressed his left hand to his chest, and with his right hand gripping the hilt, bowed deeply to Su Ye, sword and all.

"I have been defeated. Thank you for your mercy, Holy Son!"

The sword cultivator at the fourth level of the Dragon Transformation Realm was defeated head-on by the Four Extremes cultivator within three moves.

His pride shattered completely at that moment.

But after it was all broken, a long-lost clarity welled up in my heart.

Defeat is not terrible; what is terrible is not knowing how high the sky is.

Su Ye withdrew her hand.

The purple light at my fingertips dissipated into the air, leaving only a trace of warmth.

Although Su Ye does not cultivate the sword path, since reshaping his innate Dao embryo, his comprehension has already transcended the mundane and reached an inconceivable level.

He had only glanced at this sword technique, which was not even a divine art of a saint, and had already grasped three or four parts of its essence.

Ling Jiuxiao turned and left, his steps much more steady than when he arrived.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

The swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Ling Jiuxiao, who had honed his sword skills in the Northern Region for ten years without ever being defeated, now had a figure with an air that was hard to describe.

"Three moves—just three moves?"

A rogue cultivator stammered as he pointed to the lingering purple Daoist aura in the square.

"Ling Jiuxiao's Nine Swords Return to One couldn't even last three breaths against the Holy Son of Yaochi?"

The old temple keeper let out a long sigh.

"A genius who has reached the fourth level of the Four Extremes Reversal Dragon Transformation Realm and possesses two forbidden combat abilities must have a combat strength of at least six forbidden abilities."

Someone nearby whispered, "What is the concept of the 'six prohibitions'?"

The old monk slowly turned his head, his eyes filled with solemnity.

"It means that his combat power has already surpassed the limit of his realm. The difference of six realms is so great that you can't find more than five people among the younger generation in the entire Eastern Wilderness."

"Moreover, an old man in purple robes who happened to be passing by and witnessed this scene suddenly spoke up. The aura on his body was clearly that of a fifth-level dragon transformation cultivator, and his tone was filled with deep fear as he spoke."

"Although that purple light was thin, I could feel a deadly pressure even from this distance."

"It was as if if I looked at it one more time, that purple light would appear out of thin air in front of me."

"What kind of supernatural power was that? The laws of heaven and earth trembled violently in that instant!"

"have no idea."

The old elder shook his head: "But it must be an unparalleled inheritance from a sacred land; the supreme divine arts of ordinary sects would never possess such power!"

"It seems the Holy Son of Yaochi truly possesses the combat power of the Eight Forbidden Realms!"

The monks watching began to whisper among themselves.

The news spread like wildfire from the square to the entire city.

The desolate southern wilderness.

Three hundred miles outside Yunze City lies a desolate plain, open in terrain and overgrown with wild grass.

In the middle of the wasteland stood a lone, extremely imposing figure.

The figure was over ten feet tall, with bronze skin and muscles that bulged like tree roots.

He was shirtless, with a tiger descending a mountain totem carved on his chest.

The monks passing by in the distance stopped in their tracks and hid behind a huge rock, whispering among themselves.

"Who is that person? Just standing there makes it hard to breathe."

"Hu Ben, a prodigy of the Southern Ridge, possesses the bloodline of the ancient Tiger God and is an awakened ancestral bloodline. He has few rivals among the younger generation of the Southern Ridge."

"I heard that last time in Nanling, a noble family's eldest son, who was at the third level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, provoked him. He broke seven of his ribs with a single punch, and even his protective divine light was pierced through."

"How did he end up in the Eastern Wilderness?"

"What else could it be? They came for the Holy Son of Yaochi!"

"These past few days, which of the prodigies who have come from the Five Regions isn't here for the Holy Son of Yaochi?"

On the wasteland.

Tiger Warrior opened his eyes.

A pair of golden vertical pupils gleamed with a cold light in the sunlight.

"The Holy Son of Yaochi".

The voice was as deep and muffled as thunder rumbling from the ground.

"I heard you defeated Ling Jiuxiao in three moves."

Su Ye stood in the distance, his white robes fluttering in the wind of the wilderness.

"Would you like to try it too?"

Tiger Ben grinned.

He flashed a bright white smile.

"good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Ben stomped on the ground beneath his feet, shattering it.

Golden energy surged from his body, transforming into a phantom image of a ten-zhang-tall tiger.

The phantom tiger was entirely golden, with vertical pupils in its eyes, four claws treading on the air, and a tail like a steel whip.

Each breath could stir up a gust of wind.

Ancient Tiger God Bloodline!

Hu Ben transformed into a golden streak of light and crashed into Su Ye.

Even from dozens of feet away, Su Ye felt a savage force rushing towards him.

That's not divine power; it's the purest physical power.

Those who possess the bloodline of the Tiger God are born with divine strength, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks with a single punch or kick.

If a cultivator of the same cultivation level were to get close to him, they would often be smashed into a pulp before they could even unleash their supernatural powers.

The traveling monks behind the giant rock in the distance gasped in shock.

"This physical strength is even more exaggerated than that of demons of the same level!"

"How should the Holy Son of Yaochi respond?"

"A congenital Dao embryo is a constitution close to the Dao, but the physical body doesn't necessarily have an advantage —"

Su Ye did not move aside.

He took a step forward.

The nine layers of divine marks within his body hummed, and purple divine power surged from the Sea of ​​Bitterness, infusing his entire body.

With every gesture, one receives blessings from all the laws of heaven and earth.

Every punch, palm strike, and finger strike contains fragments of the Great Dao's laws.

Once a strike is unleashed, countless others will follow.

The Daoist essence of the innate Dao embryo condensed into a layer of purple light around the body.

He unleashed a seemingly ordinary palm strike.

This palm strike had no fancy techniques; it simply concentrated the divine power, enhanced by countless influences, into the palm.

A purple palm print emerged from the palm.

Where the palm print passed, a clear purple trace was left in the air.

The mark lingered for a long time, as if the space itself had been branded with a scar by the laws of the Great Dao.

Tiger Warrior's fist collided with the purple palm print.

boom!

A visible shockwave exploded across the wasteland.

The shockwave spread outwards close to the ground, snapping wild grass at the roots and sending pebbles flying dozens of feet away.

The ground beneath Hu Ben's feet collapsed, creating a huge pit over ten feet deep. He was thrown back a hundred feet, smashing through seven or eight boulders along the way.

The golden light protecting him from the Tiger God's bloodline peeled off his body like a shattered eggshell, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Tiger Ben stood up from the pile of rubble, his right arm hanging at his side, his tiger's mouth split open, blood dripping from between his fingers onto the ground.

He looked down at his bleeding hand and remained silent for a long time.

Then he looked up at Su Ye.

The fighting spirit in his golden vertical pupils turned into seriousness, and then into admiration.

"You are very strong."

Hu Ben shook the blood off his hands, strode up to Su Ye, and clasped his hands in greeting.

His thick arms were crossed in front of his chest, and his tiger-like eyes were full of honesty and admiration.

"I have roamed the Southern Ridge for so many years, and I have never seen a Fourth Realm cultivator who could repel me in a direct physical confrontation and even shatter the golden light protecting my Tiger God bloodline."

"I, Tiger, have lost!"

Su Ye withdrew her hand.

This descendant of the Tiger God's bloodline is a good person; he accepts defeat without any ulterior motives.

"When the Tiger God bloodline reaches its peak, it is not simply about physical domination, but about the power of the Tiger God totem hidden within the bloodline."

Su Ye glanced at him and said, "You've narrowed your path."

Tiger Warrior was stunned.

Then he bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your guidance, Holy Son!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and strode away, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

The wandering cultivators behind the giant rock in the distance stared in astonishment at this scene.

"Just one palm strike? Tiger Warrior admits defeat?"

"Didn't you see that purple palm print?"

"That trace hasn't faded even after a long time; it's the residual Daoist essence left behind by the laws of the Great Dao!"

"This kind of method is simply incomparable to ordinary supernatural powers."

"What exactly is the upper limit of this Jade Pool Holy Son's combat power?"

Thirty li outside Yunze City.

On the mountainside of a low hill, hidden among bamboo groves, someone had set up a killing formation.

The formation contains seventy-two array flags, which correspond to the seventy-two Earthly Fiends.

Each array flag was crafted from thousand-year-old ebony, and the array patterns on the flag surface glowed with a faint blue light.

At the heart of the formation, a man in blue robes stood with his hands behind his back.

Li Qingfeng, the previous generation's prodigy of the reclusive Li family.

Approaching thirty years old, he has reached the fifth level of the Dragon Transformation Realm and is proficient in formations and esoteric arts.

"The Holy Son of Yaochi".

Li Qingfeng's gaze passed through the bamboo forest and landed on the white-clad figure in the distance.

"I have set up this formation here for three days, just to wait for you."

Su Ye stopped at the entrance of the mountain path and spread out his divine sense.

The location of the seventy-two array flags was crystal clear to him.

The innate Dao embryo is naturally close to the Dao, and there is no defense against the myriad paths of heaven and earth.

The array nodes and energy pathways that others would only gradually perceive after entering the array were, to Su Ye, as if laid out on paper.

The chessboard.

The direction of every array pattern and the flow of energy were crystal clear.

"Your Li family is skilled in formations, but unfortunately, the traces of your formation are too obvious."

Li Qingfeng's expression changed slightly.

Su Ye raised her hand.

The Daoist essence of the innate Dao embryo merged with heaven and earth, and the Daoist principles within a radius of tens of miles resonated simultaneously.

A deep hum echoed through the bamboo forest, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The seventy-two array flags vibrated in unison, and the array patterns on the flags began to flicker.

Like a candle blown out by the wind, it can be extinguished at any time.

"impossible!"

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