Chapter 433: Ye Beixuan’s Strength
“Another cross-realm challenge, again a cross-realm challenge. Could it be that all the disciples under the great sage Qiankun are this daring?”
“It seems Ye Beixuan intends to walk the same path as those two great prodigies. I wonder if he can truly succeed.”
“...”
When Marquis Bilang heard Ye Beixuan’s words, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes. “You are very confident. Then I shall see for myself just how capable you truly are.”
As his voice fell, he lifted a foot and stepped into the air, his figure instantly appearing above Fire Phoenix Valley.
Ye Beixuan followed suit and soared into the sky.
The two stood facing each other from a distance. Ye Beixuan was the first to release his aura. As his energy continuously surged, a layer of violet divine light emerged, enveloping his entire body.
The purpose of this battle was not merely to make his name known across the world, but to prove his strength before the Feng family.
Since he had chosen to act, he would display his full power.
“Divine Body!”
“As expected of the direct disciple of the great sage Qiankun, Ye Beixuan has awakened his Divine Body as well.”
“...”
Seeing this, Marquis Bilang dared not be careless. His opponent had awakened a Divine Body and still dared to challenge him, which meant his strength was far from ordinary.
He turned around, revealing his true form—a four-clawed flood dragon.
The moment the flood dragon appeared, an overwhelming dragon might spread across the entire Fire Phoenix Valley.
The cultivators present trembled involuntarily under this immense pressure.
“Xiao Yu, will Beixuan be in danger?”
After sensing that dragon might, the Phoenix Mother’s expression changed, anxiety rising for her future son-in-law.
Feng Qiongyu smiled and said, “Mother, rest assured. As long as a great sage does not intervene, no one can suppress Senior Brother Ye. Even if a great sage strikes, Senior Brother Ye can still defeat them.”
Hearing this, Father Feng showed a look of astonishment. “Xiao Yu, are you jesting with your father?”
Feng Qiongyu replied, “You’ll see for yourself.”
As they spoke, the auras of the two combatants in the sky reached their peak.
“Billowing Azure Waves!”
With a furious roar, Marquis Bilang spewed forth a vast torrent of water that swept toward Ye Beixuan.
Ye Beixuan no longer held back. The Hongmeng Mirror appeared in his hand.
A dazzling light burst from within the Hongmeng Mirror, piercing straight into the heavens.
A massive black hole appeared in the sky, and the torrential waves were completely devoured by it.
The radiance from the Hongmeng Mirror continued to expand outward, and wherever the light reached, heaven and earth shifted.
Unknowingly, Marquis Bilang found himself enveloped within that light.
A strange sense of danger gripped his heart. Instinctively, he tried to move, but to his horror, he discovered his body had been completely immobilized—unable to move even a fraction.
“Roar!”
Marquis Bilang let out a thunderous roar, a cyan light enveloping his entire body.
Yet even so, he still could not move.
At that moment, he was like meat upon a chopping block—completely at the mercy of his opponent.
“You… what have you done to me?”
Ye Beixuan spoke calmly, “I have done nothing to you. The radiance of the Hongmeng Mirror creates a world of its own wherever it shines. Within this world, I am its master. Unless you can break free from it, your fate is already sealed.”
As his voice fell, the entire place fell silent.
Everyone’s gaze toward Ye Beixuan changed instantly, filled with awe and fear intertwined.
Even the older generation of cultivators could not help but sigh in admiration.
“Young yet formidable, truly formidable!”
Some of the younger cultivators asked curiously, “Senior, does that mean Ye Beixuan is invincible? Is there really no way to defeat him within the Hongmeng Light?”
One elder answered solemnly, “Not impossible, but one must surpass him in comprehension of intent. However, the true meaning Marquis Bilang has grasped falls short of Ye Beixuan’s, leaving him with no choice but to take the blows passively.”
“Even a marquis’s true intent can’t surpass Ye Beixuan’s. Doesn’t that mean his own intent has reached perfection?”
A young man murmured softly, and those nearby shivered upon hearing his words, their hearts trembling—Ye Beixuan was simply too powerful.
Within the Hongmeng Light, Marquis Bilang continued to struggle.
After a brief moment, he finally spoke, “I’ve lost.”
Though deeply unwilling to lose to a junior, he understood there was no shame in admitting defeat—it was better than losing his life here.
“Forgive me, senior.”
Ye Beixuan spoke as he slowly put away the Hongmeng Mirror, then descended back onto the arena platform.
This time, he said nothing more and simply closed his eyes, quietly awaiting the next challenger.
Cao Youqian watched the battle just now, a look of regret crossing his face.
“What a pity. Junior Brother Ye is busy with serious matters right now. Otherwise, I’d really like to see if my punch could shatter his Hongmeng World.”
Chu Feng said nothing. He knew this fellow Da Qian was a battle fanatic who wanted to trade blows with every strong opponent he met.
Beside them, Xiao Chen said, “If Junior Brother has time, we can spar again sometime.”
“I’d rather not. I’ve never won once against you all these years.”
Cao Youqian sighed, muttering, “Since there is Qian, why must there be Liang Chen?”
“Hahaha.”
Chu Feng couldn’t help but laugh, setting down his teacup with a smile.
“Da Qian, can’t you read something proper for once?”
Cao Youqian replied, “But, master, isn’t that what you usually say yourself?”
Chu Feng said, “Yes, I did say it—but that’s not how it’s meant to be used.”
As the three chatted idly, Marquis Bilang returned to the South Sea Dragon Palace, looking ashamed. “Ninth Imperial Grandson, I have embarrassed you.”
The Ninth Imperial Grandson smiled. “It’s fine. The disciples of the great sage Qiankun are not people ordinary geniuses can compare to. It seems the Feng family plans to use us as stepping stones for their future son-in-law.”
The Feng family members, who were not deaf, naturally heard those words. Their expressions turned gloomy. Had they known Ye Beixuan was this strong and this young, they would not have arranged all this nonsense.
Now, it felt like they had lifted a stone only to smash their own feet.
“However,”
The Ninth Imperial Grandson paused deliberately. “I won’t let the Feng family have their way. Two uncles, I’ll trouble you to act.”
“Yes.”
As two distinctly different voices answered in unison, a pair of black and white figures appeared behind the Ninth Imperial Grandson.
Before coming here, his clan had already ordered him to spare no cost in marrying the Feng family’s daughter. If successful, their child would surely be born with an innate Sacred Body, elevating his own status greatly.
Those two figures appeared silently on the arena. Speaking in unison, they said, “Young man, hand over the protector behind you. Otherwise, as a mere cultivator of the Path Union Realm, you will never be our match.”
At those words, everyone’s attention turned once more toward the arena, and Ye Beixuan slowly opened his eyes again…
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