Ye Wuque's voice was not loud, but it clearly spread throughout the world and resounded in the ears of every disciple of the Holy Way in the arena.
At this moment, he stood tall, his long golden hair was filled with divine radiance, his silver eyebrows were extremely eye-catching, and the shadows of the sun and moon slowly danced in his bright eyes, making him look extremely captivating.
Countless eyes were looking at Ye Wuque, who was standing alone on the battlefield, like a monster.
And just a few dozen feet away from Ye Wuque, Zhong Ming fell to the ground, trembling all over, blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and bright red blood was flowing on the ground of the fighting platform beside him.
After hearing Ye Wuque's words, Zhong Ming's eyes showed infinite unwillingness, and he seemed to want to continue to stand up and fight Ye Wuque for 300 rounds.
But he couldn't do it. The bright giant fist that Ye Wuque just hit seemed to contain all kinds of strange powers. Every force was extremely difficult to deal with, especially one of them, which seemed to be able to destroy all life. It was now going crazy in his body.
The destruction was raging, and the whole body was in great pain, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
But compared to the injuries inside his body, what made Zhong Ming feel even more humiliated was Ye Wuque, who was looking down at him at the moment!
And what Ye Wuque said just now.
despair!
Zhong Ming did feel desperate, especially when he had just faced the brilliant giant fist. He had poured all the power in his body into the final third form of the tenth level of wrathful waves, but he was still beaten by the brilliant giant fist with a thunderous force.
Completely torn apart!
It was as if the Tenth Level of Furious Waves, which Zhong Ming was so proud of, had arrived at Ye Wuque's place. They were just ten pieces of rags that could be torn off easily, without any power to oppose them.
There was even a vague thought in Zhong Ming's heart that even if Meng Ke, the God of Thunder, faced Ye Wuque, he would still be defeated by Ye Wuque just like him!
A top player in the early stage of the Source Soul Realm was actually defeated by a mere monk in the early stage of the Li Po Realm!
If no one had seen this scene with their own eyes, no one would believe it, but even if they have seen it with their own eyes now, they can still feel a sense of unreality and illusion, giving countless disciples of the Holy Way of Heaven a sense of absurd confusion.
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Until Ye Wuque turned around and walked towards the Blood Throne. As he walked, his long golden hair slowly returned to its original thick black hair, his silver eyebrows turned into black eyebrows again, and the shadow of the sun and moon in his eyes quietly disappeared.
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Earth-shaking cheers erupted in the arena. They were exactly the same as those of Weng Qingyue before, even more enthusiastic!
"I...my eyes are not blurred, right? Ye Wuque...actually...defeated Zhong Ming!"
"You are a top player in the Yuanpo Realm! But you were defeated so easily by Ye Wuque! Is this a fantasy? I have seen this with my own eyes! Is Ye Wuque a monster or an evildoer?"
"Fighting across a large realm and jumping up the ranks, the weak defeated the strong! No wonder Ye Wuque has always been full of confidence, no wonder he is full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit. It turns out that his real combat power can be compared to the masters of the Yuanpo Realm! It is simply a miracle.
, can be called a monster!”
"Alas, my vision is too short-sighted. Every judgment I make about Ye Wuque is wrong. He is like a Nine-Heaven Dragon. You think you have seen everything, but in fact you only see half a claw every time. You can never get the full picture."
"The limitations of cultivation and realm are nothing in the eyes of a monster like Ye Wuque. His combat power is simply too powerful, powerful enough to break the limit!"
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Countless disciples in the arena were sighing, but the sighs at this moment were filled with confusion and bitterness.
Regarding Ye Wuque, these disciples suddenly understood. It turned out that from the beginning, they had not seen through this new disciple who had just become a disciple of the Holy Way of the Heavens. No matter how much he overestimated or how he inferred, they had never been able to see through it. Never!
"Ye Wuque! Ye Wuque! Ye Wuque!"
I don't know who took the lead, but Ye Wuque's name began to echo around the world. Even the disciples of the Holy Way who were originally sitting on the stone seats suddenly stood up one by one and shouted "Ye Wuque" these three words.
A word!
This time, not only was there boundless enthusiasm, but also a sense of awe and admiration!
Ye Wuque laid the foundation for all this with his brilliant achievements, and he conquered everyone present with his strength.
At this point, Ye Wuque succeeded in the challenge and defeated Zhong Ming, the 42nd Source Soul Realm master on the list, and entered the top fifty like Weng Qingyue and Yu Jiaoxue!
On the bloody throne, Ye Wuque walked slowly towards the sixth row.
When he passed by the first five rows, the top fifty masters at the bottom looked at him. There was no longer any disdain or jealousy in their eyes, only shock, envy, and awe.
On the first independent throne on the left side of the sixth row, Yu Jiaoxue, who was sitting upright, seemed to feel something at this moment. She slowly opened her eyes, just in time to see Ye Wuque coming towards her.
The young man has a slender figure, black hair shawl, and a fair and handsome face with a sharp edge. His bright eyes are like the endless starry sky, with a hint of depth and mystery.
The three words "Ye Wuque" that kept ringing from all directions seemed to add infinite glory to him, making him look like the peerless God of War stepping from the boundless starry sky!
The bright eyes and cold gazes met, and Ye Wuque was slightly stunned, then nodded in greeting and showed a smile.
This smile was as gentle as jade, and the sharp edge on his face seemed to be covered up. At this moment, Ye Wuque looked more like a handsome young man in the world, rich and handsome, full of strange charm.
When Yu Jiaoxue saw this, a wave of emotion flashed in the depths of her cold beautiful eyes. She hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded to Ye Wuque as a greeting.
Immediately, Ye Wuque came to the 42nd independent throne and sat upright.
boom!
In an instant, an extremely rich and pure energy of heaven and earth spurted out from the throne on his body. Its purity was several times stronger than that of the fifth row!
"Hiss! Such pure Yuan Li! Oh, by the way, except for me, the rest of the people sitting in the sixth row are Yuan Po Realm monks. Their demand for Yuan Li is naturally far greater than that of Li Po Realm monks. Independent
The elemental power provided by the throne is naturally several times stronger."
Ye Wuque suddenly understood and understood immediately.
At this moment, the voices shouting "Ye Wuque" from all directions slowly faded away, because the next challenger had already appeared on the battlefield, appearing on the battlefield as if teleporting.
It is Fang He who is currently ranked 51st!
On the huge battlefield, Fang He stood alone and glanced at the sixth row of the Blood Throne. Looking at Yu Jiaoxue, Ye Wuque and Weng Qingyue sitting on it, a gleam of heat emerged from the depths of his eyes!
"I didn't expect that I would be the last one, but the three of them were one step ahead. Oh, I'm really helpless..."
With a flash of his eyes, a smile appeared on Fang He's leisurely face, and then he moved his eyes away from Yu Jiaoxue and the others and looked at the independent throne next to Ye Wuque's right.
"I challenge...the forty-third place!"
Fang He's voice broke out, with a hint of heat that was not seen in the past. It seemed that he was a little different at this moment.
On the Bloody Throne, Ye Wuque felt the fluctuations of the Origin Soul Realm erupting from the right. He looked at Fang He on the battlefield, his eyes flashing with a trace of expectation.
Before this, the space barrier created by Fang He forced Sheng Tian to surrender. So now that he is about to face the top players in the Yuanpo Realm, what kind of strength will Fang He unleash?
In addition to space barriers, does Fang He have any stronger means?