455: Chapter 455 The Heavenly Emperor (20)

"How can the Emperor's Son of my Ye family allow you to humiliate him like this!"

Ye Wuchen's voice was ice-cold, and his Late Stage Grotto-Heaven Realm aura erupted completely. His sharp Sword Intent locked onto the Sword Seed of the Wuji Sword Sect opposite him.

"If you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!"

Facing Ye Wuchen's fury, the Wuji Sword Son only gave a contemptuous smile, as if he didn't care about him at all.

Instead of restraining himself, he became even more aggressive, and the mockery in his words grew stronger.

"What? You're not satisfied that I called your family's Emperor's Son a waste?"

"A waste who only managed to break through to the Body Tempering Realm after twelve years—if that's not a waste, what is? Could he possibly be the future hope of your Ye family?"

His gaze swept over Ye Yun and then turned to Ye Wuchen, shaking his head with a feigned look of regret.

"It's truly pathetic. Thinking back to how the Desolate Heaven Great Emperor's demeanor was, sweeping through the Three Thousand Dao Provinces without a single rival. Who would have thought his Bloodline descendants would be so incompetent. It seems your Ye family has truly run out of successors."

These words not only humiliated Ye Yun but also belittled the Ye family and even the Desolate Heaven Great Emperor, whose achievements spanned thousands of years.

This completely ignited the fire of anger in Ye Wuchen's heart.

As the most fanatical admirer of the Desolate Heaven Great Emperor, he could no longer endure it.

"Shut up!"

Ye Wuchen suppressed the dissuasion of the clan Disciples behind him and took a step forward.

His Sword Intent soared into the sky, pointing directly at the Wuji Sword Son.

"I, Ye Wuchen, challenge you to a battle on the dao platform today. Do you dare to accept!"

His sonorous voice resounded through the venue, filled with determination.

Hearing this, a cold smile of success flashed in the Wuji Sword Son's eyes.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

He wanted to trample the most outstanding Prodigy of this generation of the Ye family under his feet in front of all the top forces of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

The Wuji Sword Son readily accepted the challenge with an arrogant posture.

"Just as well, let the people of the world see exactly how much substance the so-called Ye family Prodigy has."

This sudden challenge instantly ignited the atmosphere of the entire venue.

The powerhouses of the major forces watched this scene with great interest and nodded their approval one after another.

They also wanted to take this opportunity to see the strength of the younger generation of these two top Emperor Clans.

Soon, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two stepped onto that massive, indestructible battle stage reinforced by the Law of the Heavenly Dao.

In the spectator stands, powerhouses and Prodigies from various Emperor Clans and Holy Lands gathered; even the envoy from the distant Southern Heavenly Court cast a focused gaze.

"Ye Wuchen, Late Stage Grotto-Heaven Realm, possesses the Qiankun Sacred Body, and has extraordinary talent in the Dao of the Sword. He is the undisputed leader of the Ye family's younger generation."

"That Sword Seed of the Wuji Sword Sect is equally extraordinary. His mastery of the Wuji Sword Dao is superb. It's said that the old monsters within the Sect have long regarded him as the next Sect Master to be nurtured."

"Both of these individuals are long-famous top figures with the 'Great Emperor's potential.' This battle will surely be a fierce struggle between a dragon and a tiger!"

The crowd discussed animatedly, full of anticipation for this duel.

On the battle stage, the great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

"Fight!"

Ye Wuchen was the first to strike, his fighting style upright, grand, and majestic.

The Sacred Body phenomenon emerged behind him, golden Sword Qi crisscrossing to evolve the supreme Divine Ability of the Ye family's Legacy, each strike carrying the power to shatter mountains and crack the earth.

The Wuji Sword Son, on the other hand, moved with agility, his figure elusive and flickering.

The long sword in his hand was grim, his Sword Intent treacherous. The Wuji Sword Dao was unpredictable in his hands, tricky and ruthless.

The two fought until the heavens collapsed and the earth split, Laws interweaving as sword light and divine radiance constantly collided, making it difficult to distinguish a winner for a time.

Both sides displayed terrifying strength far exceeding their peers, leaving everyone in the spectator stands in awe.

Unable to land a decisive blow for a long time, the Wuji Sword Son's gaze gradually turned cold.

He decided to no longer hold back.

His sword stance suddenly changed, and a cold, eerie aura diffused from within his body.

The long sword in his hand actually transformed into a pitch-black shadow, silent and soundless, as if merging into the Void Realm to pierce directly at Ye Wuchen's Divine Soul.

Ye Wuchen only felt a bone-chilling coldness approaching. Warning signs blared in his mind, but that attack came too suddenly and was too bizarre.

Caught off guard, his Divine Soul was grazed by that shadow.

"Puff!"

Ye Wuchen was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned pale, and his figure staggered back several steps, falling into an absolute disadvantage.

"This is..."

In the spectator stands, a well-informed Saint Realm powerhouse stood up abruptly upon seeing this sword strike, crying out in alarm.

"It's the Emperor-level Legacy of the Wuji Great Emperor—the 'Wuji Underworld Sword'! This sword specifically slays the Divine Soul and is bizarrely unpredictable! To think that this generation's Sword Seed has actually obtained such a Legacy!"

The whole venue was in an uproar.

The countless gazes looking at the Wuji Sword Son changed instantly.

In their hearts, the status of this Sword Seed was elevated once again, with some even believing his future achievements would definitely not be limited to those of an ordinary Great Emperor.

On the battle stage, the Wuji Sword Son had succeeded in one move but did not pursue his advantage.

He stood with his sword, looking at the pale-faced, unstable Ye Wuchen with a pitying and contemptuous gaze, mocking him to the extreme.

"This is the Ye family's number one Prodigy? Truly unable to withstand a single blow."

His gaze passed over Ye Wuchen and landed contemptuously on the youth in the spectator stands who had not spoken from beginning to end.

"Your Ye family truly gets worse with each generation."

"This era is destined to be trampled under the feet of my Wuji Sword Sect. As for you, this waste of an Emperor's Son,"

The Wuji Sword Son's voice was filled with disdain.

"You don't even have the qualification to make me strike!"

These words were like the loudest slap, fiercely striking the face of every member of the Ye family.

The Ye family Prodigies felt humiliated beyond measure, each clenching their fists so hard their nails dug deep into their palms.

Ye Wuchen was even more consumed by rage, yet because his Divine Soul was injured, he was powerless to refute, able only to stare fixedly at the opponent with eyes that almost spat fire.

Just as the Ye family members were sinking into the deepest humiliation and despair...

The youth who had been silent all along, Ye Yun, slowly stood up from his seat.

Step by step, he walked to the front of the battle stage.

His voice wasn't loud, but at this moment, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Who told you that this Emperor's Son has a waste body?"

The entire venue instantly fell silent.

Everyone looked at this youth who didn't know the heights of the heavens with gazes that were either bewildered, disdainful, or expectant of a good show.

Ye Yun ignored everyone.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he no longer held any suppression.

Boom!

A domineering, ancient golden Qi and blood, seemingly from the dawn of creation, soared into the sky from within his body.

That Qi and blood power transformed into a golden pillar of smoke that pierced through the heavens and earth, reaching straight into the clouds.

The might of the Perfection stage Desolate Ancient Sacred Body descended with a bang at this moment, instantly enveloping the entire venue.

Under this terrifying pressure, the minds of countless Prodigies trembled, and those with weaker cultivation even felt their legs go soft, nearly kneeling on the spot.

On the battle stage, the mockery and contempt on the Wuji Sword Son's face instantly froze.

In its place was the shock and disbelief of the entire venue.