Chapter 783 The Challenge of the Spirit Emperor Realm
Chapter 783 Challenge of the Spiritual Emperor Realm
"Is the Zongbi over on the third day?" Ye Shaohan whispered, his voice was a little more vicissitudes of life, which was a vicissitudes of life that Qing Jue and others could not understand.
"It's over!" Wu Ling said solemnly. Suddenly, a loud cold shout resounded from the sky: "The second-rate sect Shenjian Villa will not challenge the leaders of the second-rate sects!"
This sound was like a bolt from the blue, and in an instant, the entire Fengzong Island was boiling again.
Countless rays of sword light shot up and rushed towards Fengzong Island. This cold shout was still floating in the sky, and this voice contained a terrifying pressure.
"Spiritual Emperor Realm!" Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at the sky with a solemn expression.
"The Spirit Emperor realm is so powerful that someone among the second-rate sects has broken through to the Spirit Emperor realm!" Qing Jue whispered.
Spirit Emperor level warriors are enough to sweep away the second-rate sect masters. After all, Spirit Emperor level only masters the rules and magical powers, while Spirit Emperor level masters the will of martial arts.
For a time, countless sword lights gathered on Fengzong Island. On Fengzong Island, the disciples of each major sect fell on their respective sect ranks.
Even the disciples of the three major halls rarely return to the platform. After all, this is Zongbi's rule.
The owner of Shenjian Villa did not hold a sword. He stood on the huge platform and looked at the sky with indifferent eyes.
A sword, a figure, and a cold wind emerged on the platform in vain. The long flowing hair behind him was flying, and the sword energy spread from the long sword.
The old man as the sect leader appeared again, and even the three palace masters and the three legends also appeared in the sect.
"Excalibur Villa does not exist, a member of the Holy Son Party!" The prince squinted his eyes and raised his head, "Even the guy from the Holy Son can do such a fair and just deal with the fifth generation!"
After saying that, the prince glanced at the expressions of the three palace masters. Obviously, the expressions of the three palace masters were quite unkind.
"What's the difference between your strength three days ago and three days later?" The Holy Son chuckled, the black mist surged, and its cold aura spread.
The pressure of the Spirit Emperor realm spread across the sky, and for a moment, the entire Fengzong Island was boiling.
It is extremely rare in Zongbi's history for a second-rate sect to advance.
Originally, as long as a sect had one Spirit Emperor realm warrior and ten Spirit Master realm warriors, the sect could be promoted to a first-class sect.
However, there are less than ten Spirit Master Realm warriors in Shenjian Villa, and they can only advance to a first-class sect through challenges.
However, this challenge is a bit urgent and a bit timely.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at Fengzong Island indifferently, with a smile on his lips: "A sudden challenge!"
"If the Divine Sword Villa wanted to challenge the second-rate sect, then they could have challenged it before. Why did the Divine Sword Villa wait until the third day of the sect competition to come forward!" Qing Jue whispered, her sword-browed eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Because the fifth generation was not here before, but this time, the fifth generation is back!" Jue Lin said with a solemn expression.
"This is a premeditated challenge. Rather than calling it a challenge to a second-rate sect, it is better to say it is a challenge against the Sword God Sect!" Xuan Ren said with an equally solemn expression.
However, Qingjue and the others have some doubts. There is no grudge between Sword God Sect and Shenjian Villa, so why would Shenjian Villa target Sword God Sect.
"No, it should be a challenge against me!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, "Excalibur Villa is just an object they control!"
Take control of the Divine Sword Villa! Qing Jue's face suddenly sank, and he said in a deep voice: "Holy Son Party!"
"A few years ago, Excalibur Villa joined the Holy Child Party. At that time, the strength of Excalibur Villa was at the bottom of the second-rate sects!"
"And over the past few years, with the help of the Holy Son Party, the strength of Shenjian Villa has increased rapidly!" Qing Jue couldn't help but see the young man in black robe from three days ago, "The person who controls the Holy Son Party is the Holy Son!
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"In other words, it is not the Divine Sword Villa that is targeting the Sword God Sect, but the Holy Son is targeting the Fifth Generation!" At this point, Qing gave Ye Shaohan a despairing look.
Qing Jue and others still can't forget the scene that day. The Holy Son with unfathomable strength defeated the fifth generation with just one finger.
"Holy Son! Sword Saint Son!" Ye Shaohan whispered, "The game between the hunter and the prey, but sometimes, the positions between the hunter and the prey change!"
Speaking of this, Ye Shaohan's eyes were filled with chills, and endless cold air emerged around Ye Shaohan.
"The will of martial arts ignores the rules and magical powers!" Xuan Ren said softly: "This is also the reason why warriors in the Spirit Emperor realm can sweep away warriors in the Spirit Lord realm!"
Having said this, Xuan Ren raised his head and looked at Ye Shaohan with a slightly worried look.
"Martial arts will!" Ye Shaohan didn't say anything, but walked towards Fengzong Island, "Let's go!"
After experiencing the dream of the fourth generation of moon gods, Ye Shaohan's body has undergone inexplicable changes. Although his cultivation level has not increased, there is inexplicable pressure in his movements.
Looking at the figure walking away in the snow, Qing Jue and others had a strange feeling. Five generations had changed, but they couldn't tell where.
Bang bang! A powerful aura erupted on Qing Jue and the others. They stood up and everyone followed Ye Shaohan as they walked towards Feng Zong Island through the snow.
In the late dusk, Ye Shaohan walked out of the endless afterglow and walked through the snow.
The originally noisy Zong steps immediately fell silent, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.
Countless eyes with different emotions were cast towards Ye Shaohan, some of which were complicated, some were admiring, and some were ridiculing.
The heads of those first-class sects glanced back and forth between Ye Shaohan and the three legends. The shocking battle three days ago was still lingering in their minds.
"Although this son's cultivation is good, there is still a certain gap compared to the Holy Son and the other three!" A first-rate sect master whispered.
"A few years later, this boy may be able to compare with the three major legends, but he is a genius who has not yet grown up and is not a strong man after all!" A Spirit Emperor realm warrior said lightly, while looking at the three major halls with profound eyes.
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"I was born in the wrong era, this is destined to be the era of the three legends!" Another first-rate sect leader also said with regret.
The first-rate sects can discuss Ye Shaohan, but no one in the second-rate sects, third-rate sects, or other sects who are not among the first-rate sects dares to discuss him.
The three legends were out of reach for them, and Ye Shaohan in front of them was also as high as a mountain to them.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell into Ye Shaohan's dark eyes. His expression was always as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the highest sect leader, his eyes swept over the three hall masters, and finally landed on the Holy Son, with just this plain gaze.
However, just such a look gave the Holy Son a thrilling feeling. The black mist around his body seemed to be penetrated by this gaze and dispersed in all directions.
"Condensation!" the Holy Son shouted coldly, the smile on his lips froze in vain, and the rolling black mist around him just calmed down.
But the thrilling feeling from before was still lingering in the heart of the Holy Son. At that moment, he even had the illusion that his whole body and all the secrets were known by that gaze!
"Compared to three days ago, that look is even more terrifying!" A monstrous aura filled the heart of the Holy Son: "However, ants are still ants after all, how can they shake the sky!"
Having said this, the corner of the Holy Son's lips once again showed a smile.
However, the Holy Son did not notice Murong Yu's slightly solemn look at this moment.
Murong Yu's face showed a rare look of solemnity. At this moment, his eyes were like real sword rays, looking straight at Ye Shaohan who was standing in the dusk, his mind was shaking, and he had a vague feeling of trance.
This figure did not come out of the dusk, but came out of that ancient era. On that white-clothed snow-clad figure, Murong Yu felt a sense of vicissitudes from ancient times.
Not only him, but Xuan Wuye also showed rare solemnity on his face, and his heart was shaken. Looking at that figure, he also had a trance feeling. This figure seemed to have existed forever, thousands of years ago.
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"In him, I see the shadow of the fourth generation!" The master of the Martial Arts Temple whispered, and at the same time, he looked at the proud man below with deep meaning.
"But after all, it's just the shadow of the fourth generation, and he is the fifth generation after all!" Huang Pu, the master of the Martial Arts Temple, slowly closed his eyes. Even so, there was still a ray of awe in his heart that he didn't want to believe.
"He's back!" Seeing that Ye Shaohan appeared safe and sound, Ye Shaolan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ever since Ye Shaolan saw Ye Shaohan defeated by the Holy Son three days ago, she has been worried.
Ye Shaohan withdrew his gaze, and the aura on his body completely calmed down. At this moment, he looked like a gentle and elegant scholar, without any fluctuations in his cultivation level.
Nowadays, the Sword God Sect has been promoted to a second-rate sect. Therefore, the sect level of the Sword God Sect also appears in the ranks of the second-rate sects.
Stepping on the flying snow, Ye Shaohan walked towards the sect steps step by step. When he stood on the steps, Ye Shaohan closed his eyes and continued to practice hard.
Qing Jue and others looked at the owner of Shenjian Villa standing on the platform with solemn expressions. They could not be as calm as Ye Shaohan.
Some people are destined to be the center of attention, and Ye Shaohan became the center of attention as soon as he arrived. It wasn't until Ye Shaohan closed his eyes that everyone focused their attention on the platform.
The owner of Shenjian Villa does not exist. He appears to be a middle-aged man, with a tall and straight body like the spine of a sword, and a face carved like a knife with a touch of indifference.
In particular, the deep eyes contained endless sword energy. He stood on the platform holding the sword, his eyes swept around him calmly, and said calmly: "The Divine Sword Villa does not challenge the various sect leaders of the second-rate sects. The first
Who will fight!"
Just one sentence can bring endless pressure to people. This is the power of a Spirit Emperor realm warrior. Even though he does not exist, he has only just broken through to the Spirit Emperor realm, and it has only been less than a month.
The whole place fell silent. Most people turned their gazes to Ye Shaohan.
Taking a few deep breaths, Jian Yu, the leader of the Wan Yu Sword Sect, stood up with his sword in hand. Sword energy filled the soles of his feet, and Jian Yu's aura became stronger with every step he took.