Chapter Ninety-Seven: Victory

Ye Feng already possessed the strength to defeat Xiao Ye. If he were to borrow the power of the Dragon Flood Dragon Demon King, defeating Xiao Ye would be nothing more than a matter of moments.

But Ye Feng had no intention of relying on that power. Strength was only truly his own if it was mastered by his own hand. He also needed to grow stronger.

Blade light and sword radiance collided again and again. On the ground below, Ye Feng’s speed had already reached its absolute limit. The next instant, the crowd’s vision blurred, and they saw that Ye Feng was already in the same expanse of space as Xiao Ye.

Whoosh...

Xiao Ye remained calm and unhurried. With a sweep of his hand through the void, a long sword appeared swiftly in his grasp.

Sword energy raged, saber aura surged, dazzling light stabbed at the eyes, and fierce currents of force roiled violently.

The energy flow in the sky churned in turmoil, surging and crashing with thunderous roars.

The longer Xiao Ye fought, the more alarmed he became. He could clearly feel that Ye Feng’s aura was only at the intermediate level of the Spirit King realm.

After exchanging more than a dozen direct strikes with Ye Feng, he actually took the initiative to retreat and avoid the sharp edge.

The spectators had keen eyes. From this tiny detail, they detected a clue. Ye Feng, at the Spirit King level, had actually forced back Xiao Ye, who was at the Spirit Emperor level, in a head-on clash? This was far too shocking.

“Is the alliance master this terrifying?”

“Yes! Even a mid-level Spirit Emperor probably could not do much better.”

“He is truly a human-shaped storm dragon!”

Below, challengers who had already defeated their opponents and arrived here one after another were now seeing this scene, and they all shouted and jeered loudly.

The entire arena was in an uproar.

Amid the clamor, Ye Feng slowly descended from the void. In that exchange just now, it seemed as though he had gained the upper hand, but only he knew the bitterness of it. Xiao Ye had pressed him with one move after another; if he had retreated first, he likely would have already lost by now. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure. In the end, he had held on.

Looking at Ye Feng, Xiao Ye smiled faintly and said, “Are you certain you want to fight me with Spirit King cultivation?”

“Some things, when used too much, become a crutch. I don’t want to stand still.” Ye Feng stepped forward. With a move as though he possessed some divine art of shrinking the earth by inches, that one small step carried him dozens of meters in an instant.

Spiritual power surged. In his left hand, the long blade slashed diagonally, flashing with brilliant golden light. Ye Feng no longer dared to underestimate Xiao Ye. This was a true expert. Their previous exchange could even be said to have been Xiao Ye holding back, allowing him to become familiar with his style.

Whoosh!

Xiao Ye drifted lightly like a leaf in the wind, carried by the breeze, and in the blink of an eye slid several zhang away. He rose into the air and suddenly spiritual power erupted wildly through his body. The garments over his legs billowed violently, and he swept them toward Ye Feng on the ground from midair.

Those legs, cast as if from steel, would surely break bones if they truly struck a person.

It was obvious that Xiao Ye had already seen that Ye Feng was extremely ferocious. His strength was immense and savage, and the spirit techniques he wielded were all overwhelmingly tyrannical. So even though he completely suppressed Ye Feng in realm, he still did not wish to clash with him head-on. Standing in the void, his legs were like two pillars reaching to the heavens, and countless leg shadows came strangling down in a frenzy.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, so fast it was unbelievable. Many people only felt they had blinked, and the battlefield was suddenly filled with countless leg shadows. Ye Feng at this moment was like a small boat in a storm, swaying and drifting with the waves, as though it could capsize at any moment.

Yet Ye Feng remained very calm. Although Xiao Ye was three ranks above him, this level of attack was still not enough to defeat him.

Grand Emperor Sword Canon, Celestial Turning Stars...

The next instant, Xiao Ye in the void was enveloped in a purple radiance, his long sword held horizontally. One enormous star after another rapidly condensed, no different from the celestial bodies high above the nine heavens.

Dozens of great stars lined up vertically like a long whip and crashed down rapidly toward the martial arena.

A roar rang out...

Suddenly, from within the endless shadows of legs came a clear and thunderous dragon chant. A golden dragon, tens of zhang long, radiated a terrifying presence as it charged fiercely upward against the heavens from below.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

With unstoppable force, the dragon rose straight up. The great stars above it were smashed apart one after another, turning into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and dispersing into the air.

Both ultimate techniques were terrifyingly powerful. By the time eight stars had been shattered in succession, the aura of the golden dragon had already become very weak. Yet Ye Feng did not panic.

He did not dodge; instead, spiritual power surged throughout his body. Below, everyone was puzzled by Ye Feng’s actions. Clearly, if he did not evade now, at least one star would fall to the ground and strike him.

The next moment, Ye Feng himself erupted in intense golden light, merging into the body of the dragon like a streak of flowing radiance.

“Seriously? That works too? He transformed into a dragon?”

“Incredible. The alliance master actually has such a terrifying move. We absolutely must never provoke him again!”

The experts outside the arena could see the situation clearly. Before Ye Feng himself joined in, the dragon had already destroyed eight stars in succession. And now, with Ye Feng’s spiritual power continuously pouring in, the dragon was once again renewed, even more powerful than before.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Ye Feng transformed into a dragon and rammed through the void in a wild charge, his speed like lightning and thunder, and in an instant he destroyed the remaining two stars.

Xiao Ye had no time to think further. He hastily set up several layers of defensive barriers in front of himself, but the dragon had already slammed into him.

Crack...

The four spiritual barriers were broken almost at once, and the dragon’s head smashed into Xiao Ye’s body.

Under the tremendous rebound of spiritual power, Ye Feng instantly returned to human form and was sent flying backward while vomiting blood.

Xiao Ye was not in any better shape. Under Ye Feng’s ferocious impact, he felt as though he had been struck by an ancient savage beast, and he was hurled brutally away.

“Beast!”

Seeing this, Xiao Chong cursed loudly and rushed toward the direction where Xiao Ye had fallen.

Boom...

Xiao Ye crashed heavily to the ground, smashing the paved surface into a human-shaped pit. Invisible spiritual force spread out from the giant crater, and the ground slowly cracked open. Lines of fissures extended outward, stopping only dozens of zhang away.

Before Xiao Chong could arrive, Xiao Ye, hair disheveled and face filthy, had already climbed out of the deep pit. At this moment, his clothes were in tatters, his mouth was full of blood, and as for his hair, it went without saying: it was caked with mud.

“Damn it! You brat are ruthless!” Xiao Ye planted his long sword into the ground and stood crookedly as he stared at Ye Feng.

“I’m injured too!” Ye Feng wiped the corner of his mouth carelessly with his hand and said in a low voice.

“No need to save my face. At the last critical moment, you clearly withdrew eighty percent of your strength. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be in this state!” Looking at Ye Feng’s pretentious manner, Xiao Ye shot him a disdainful glance.

“One drop of blood, ten eggs. Even if you refuse to accept my kindness, you should at least admit my acting, shouldn’t you?”