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“Boom!”
Ye Fan stepped forward, and the phantom of the Ninefold Celestial Platform instantly materialized beneath his feet, radiating Celestial Light that shimmered as if it were tangible.
Around Ye Fan, a storm of sword energy erupted, with gales raging and sword qi crisscrossing in the air.
The overwhelming aura emanating from Ye Fan swept through the surroundings like a tidal wave, directly sending Ximen Piaopiao flying away.
As she was hurled backward by the violent force, shock filled Ximen Piaopiao's eyes.
She looked at Ye Fan, her heart in turmoil.
She had not expected Ye Fan's strength to have reached such an astonishing level.
Just the energy radiating from him was enough to send her flying.
It was clear that during his earlier confrontation with Wenshan Zhensong, Ye Fan had been holding back, still managing to dominate the fight effortlessly.
“Damn, what a freak!”
Ximen Piaopiao shot a deep glance at Ye Fan and then flew down towards the Celestial Martial Arena, feeling somewhat speechless.
Given the momentum that Ye Fan and Wenshan Zhensong were now exhibiting, their subsequent clash would undoubtedly be like a tempest, with an overwhelming force. Even with her strength, remaining in the Celestial Martial Arena would likely make it difficult for her to withstand the aftermath of their battle.
Tang Chuan had faced defeat against Ye Fan earlier and had been thoroughly trounced by Ximen Piaopiao afterward.
Although Wenshan Zhensong had intervened, stopping Ximen Piaopiao from continuing her humiliation, at that moment, Tang Chuan was also gravely injured, lying on the Celestial Martial Arena, his body drenched in blood.
Wenshan Zhensong cast his gaze over and lightly extended a hand towards Tang Chuan. A terrifying gust of wind surged forth, forming a storm that instantly enveloped Tang Chuan's figure. Then, he was directly sent off the Celestial Martial Arena.
"Alright, now it's just you and me on this Celestial Martial Arena. It's been many years since I've encountered a worthy opponent; I hope you won't disappoint me." The life of a master is lonely and solitary. Although Wenshan Zhensong and Ye Fan had only exchanged a brief strike earlier, he had already sensed Ye Fan's strength.
Such rare opponents are hard to come by; if they didn't determine a victor in an exhilarating battle, it would be as difficult to find another like him as searching for a needle in a haystack.
"I'm just afraid you might regret it!" Ye Fan replied calmly.
Despite the vast difference in their realms, after their earlier clash, he had formed a rough estimate of Wenshan Zhensong's abilities. In his eyes, Wenshan Zhensong was not invincible.
"Good, you have confidence and a bit of arrogance," Wenshan Zhensong said, his aura rising once more, becoming even stronger as he grinned. "But I like that."
Ye Fan remained silent as the two men sized each other up, their auras simultaneously climbing higher. Soon, both of their energies reached their peak.
Above the Celestial Martial Arena, a fierce wind surged, and sword energy pierced the sky.
A storm formed from two streams of sword energy gathered above Ye Fan and Wenshan Zhensong, spiraling upward with explosive force.
“Whoosh—!!!”
Almost simultaneously, Ye Fan and Wenshan Zhensong transformed into afterimages, charging toward each other.
Around the Celestial Martial Arena, as everyone witnessed Wenshan Zhensong and Ye Fan vanish from their spots and rush toward one another, their expressions turned serious.
“They’ve made their move!”
“Wenshan Zhensong is a renowned Monster of a Person from our Sword Cloud Star, but this man in the Celestial Martial Arena seems equally formidable. It’s hard to tell who is stronger.”
Voices of discussion erupted around the Celestial Martial Arena, with all eyes fixed on the arena, their expressions solemn.
How could the younger generation of Swordsmanship Prodigies remain calm? Seeing two extraordinary talents clash ignited a fire within them.
They wished they could be the ones fighting atop the Celestial Martial Arena.
“Boom! Boom! Boom—!”
The clash between Wenshan Zhensong and Ye Fan unleashed an incredibly violent force.
Their figures moved like lightning, reaching peak speed as they continuously exchanged blows.
Brilliant and fierce Sword Lights shot back and forth between them.
At that moment, the entire Celestial Martial Arena was filled with raging sword energy.
Chaotic energy rampaged everywhere. If anyone with low cultivation remained in the Celestial Martial Arena at that moment, they would likely be instantly shredded by the terrifying sword aura unleashed by Ye Fan and Wenshan Zhensong.
"Bang!"
After dozens of lightning-fast exchanges, Ye Fan and Wenshan Zhensong struck each other fiercely once more.
A terrifying wave of energy erupted, sweeping outwards from the two of them.
As the wave of sword energy passed, both figures were sent reeling backwards.
"Wow—!"
Suddenly, the Sword Light surrounding Wenshan Zhensong became even more brilliant, and countless beams of Sword Light formed a whirlwind around his body.
The Sword Light transformed into shimmering shadows, swirling around him and creating a howling wind.
At that moment, a faint yet discernible Golden Rune began to emerge above his body.
Under the cover of the rune, his figure radiated golden light, surrounded by sword energy, making him appear as if he had instantaneously become the master of the sword path.
"Slash!"
Wenshan Zhensong parted his lips slightly and softly uttered a single word.
As soon as he spoke, countless sword shadows coalesced around him, merging into one blade.
Then, with a swift motion of his hand, he unleashed a powerful downward slash towards Ye Fan.
The Sword Light formed from the gathered sword shadows surged forward like an unstoppable force of nature, enveloping Ye Fan's figure entirely.
The entire Celestial Martial Arena seemed to tremble violently under the force of that sword strike, as if the very earth was shaking.
"Formation, activate!"
As Wenshan Zhensong's overwhelming sword, infused with the might of heaven and earth, was about to strike him, Ye Fan swiftly unleashed a flurry of radiant Celestial Stones from his hands.
Each Celestial Stone was of exceptionally high quality, all being High-Quality Celestial Stones.
Moreover, this was only possible because Ye Fan intended it; otherwise, even the finest Celestial Stones could be summoned in countless numbers with just a wave of his hand.
Once those Celestial Stones were summoned, they floated before him, surrounding him like a protective barrier.
Ye Fan then changed his hand movements, instantly casting intricate runes and Sword Techniques.
In the void, a tremendous shockwave erupted.
In the next moment, an incredibly terrifying sword-shaped vortex rapidly spread out from Ye Fan, engulfing the surroundings.
Underneath the Celestial Martial Arena, countless gazes were fixed on Ye Fan, filled with astonishment.
"Who is this person? How can he conjure such a formidable sword formation in an instant?"
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