Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
In the sky, an enraged Yan Yijun unleashed one Great Ice Palm Seal after another, filling the air with chill and instantly turning the peak of Immortal Light Mountain into what seemed like winter.
Ye Zhen, with both hands, pinpointed continuous Floating Cloud Finger strikes that flew from his fingertips, each meticulously shattering a Great Ice Palm Seal.
Even though the Great Ice Palm Keep was enveloped by a dense Yin Luo Ice Evil, under the effect of Floating Cloud Finger, it only faced destruction.
However, after unleashing dozens of Floating Cloud Fingers within ten breaths, Ye Zhen’s expression suddenly turned extremely cautious. He immediately understood that Yan Yijun’s anger was likely feigned.
Ye Zhen had said that not only to argue but more so to provoke Yan Yijun.
An opponent in a state of fury is more likely to make mistakes, more likely to be defeated.
But Ye Zhen hadn’t expected that Yan Yijun would counter his strategy with a pretense of extreme anger, using the Great Ice Palm Seal to barrage him relentlessly and forcing him to respond to moves without doubt.
Because in the course of this fight, the spiritual power within Ye Zhen’s Dantian had already depleted by thirty percent. Under such intense combat, within another forty breaths, the spiritual power in Ye Zhen’s Dantian would be exhausted.
At that time, even if Ye Zhen used spirit pills to restore spiritual power, it wouldn’t last long.
This was Yan Yijun’s brilliance, spotting Ye Zhen’s fundamental weakness right from the start—lower cultivation, unable to sustain prolonged combat!
With this strategy, Yan Yijun could easily secure a victory and, when Ye Zhen’s spiritual power was nearly spent, he could launch a killing move. Ye Zhen would easily be doomed with his spiritual power failing.
Yan Yijun certainly was the strongest opponent Ye Zhen had faced thus far, in both strength and wits, silencing pushing Ye Zhen into a passive position.
A change in this disadvantage was imperative immediately.
Thinking quickly, Ye Zhen immediately had a plan.
"Yan Yijun, is that all you’ve got?" As he shattered another Great Ice Palm Seal with a point of his finger, Ye Zhen suddenly scoffed coldly.
Hearing this, Yan Yijun’s gaze shifted, looking at Ye Zhen, his eyes full of scorn, "Rest assured, if you want to die, I will—"
Mid-sentence, Yan Yijun’s expression abruptly changed, and his eyes shut like lightning, swiftly turning his head around, his rhythm immediately disrupted.
Boom, boom, boom!
A Heavenly Thunder of Fright suddenly burst from Ye Zhen’s palm, instantly seizing control of the combat situation.
Beneath the stage, the audience was dumbfounded.
Even Jian Qianxiong, Yin Changsheng, and Yun Chongxiao were taken aback, the situation had flipped so unexpectedly.
They realized Ye Zhen must have employed some tactic, but they hadn’t caught what it was in that brief clash.
On the Martial Arena, Ye Zhen sighed in regret inwardly. He understood that his Phantom Soul Divine Eye would no longer work against Yan Yijun today.
Just now, when he had used the shouting to draw Yan Yijun’s gaze, he employed the Phantom Soul Divine Eye, but Yan Yijun was highly alert and had a lot of experience. The moment he noticed something odd in Ye Zhen’s eyes, he instantly closed his, daring not to meet Ye Zhen’s gaze again, evading the attack of the Phantom Soul Divine Eye.
However, that Phantom Soul Divine Eye did play a role, as that momentary interruption allowed Ye Zhen to take the initiative in the battle, no longer suppressed like before by Yan Yijun.
In mid-air, the Heavenly Net Sect Master presiding over the competition, Wug Mengshan, wore an unusual expression. If there was somebody around the battlefield who possibly could have discerned what had transpired, it definitely was him.
He didn’t notice anything unusual about Ye Zhen’s eyes, but he saw Yan Yijun’s rapid closing of his eyes. With his experience, he deduced what had occurred.
"No wonder Shang Lingqi couldn’t handle him; it turns out Ye Zhen also masters Divine Soul secret techniques..."
Ye Zhen’s Thunder Light of Fright truly disoriented Yan Yijun for a while, mainly because whether in the major battle against Shang Lingqi or slaying Lio Kechu, the Heavenly Thunder of Fright had proven extremely terrifying. Hence, Yan Yijun responded very carefully.
Yan Luo Ice Evil surged forth, condensing into one Arc-Shaped Ice Fiend Shield after another, blocking Ye Zhen’s successive strikes of Heavenly Thunder of Fright.
The next instant, a hundred-meter-long Sword Gang, golden as a thunderbolt, bloomed from in front of Ye Zhen’s chest, slashing toward Yan Yijun like a golden thunderclap.
Heart Sword!
The bluish-black Yin Luo Ice Evil blasted forth in response once more.
For a time, they were evenly matched opponents, equally matched in skills; they launched killing moves and stunning counter-moves against each other, fighting thrillingly.
Even the previously confident Yan Cong broke into a cold sweat watching the battle.
For the first time, he realized Ye Zhen’s strength was so resilient that he could contend evenly with a Martial Artist in the Late Stage of the Fourth Stage of the Vein Forging Realm.
The Martial Artists spectating below all watched with their mouths wide open, some even forgetting to close it, drooling all over the floor.
Nian Xinghe watched their battle, his expression becoming more and more bitter.
When he was forced to admit defeat by Sect Leader Ye Zhen the day before, he felt a bit unreconciled and discontented. He thought that having obtained the Blazing Flame Light-Sealing Sword, he could surely defeat Ye Zhen.
However, from this battle, he realized he was wrong, profoundly so.
He did not know if he could defeat Ye Zhen, but if he had to face Yan Yijun at this moment, he feared he might not survive even twenty moves, even if he used the Blazing Flame Light-Sealing Sword.
But Ye Zhen had persevered.
Jian Qianxiong was also extremely tense, his eyes wide open, fixated on the martial arena.
The most nervous of all was Feng Qingyue, her left hand tightly clutching the purple and blue double rings on her right wrist, gently biting her lip, her gaze locked unyieldingly on Ye Zhen.
The battle between the two was extremely perilous; nearly every move could determine life or death, victory or defeat, yet each move was met with a counter, leaving the watching martial artists gasping at the danger!
On the battlefield, Ye Zhen’s expression grew increasingly grave. Although he was deliberately controlling his expenditure, by now, he had already swallowed two Three Treasures Returning Spirit Pills, and the spiritual power in his dantian still remained above seventy percent. However, as the spiritual power circulated, his meridians were already experiencing a slight soreness.
That was a side effect of using pills to recover spiritual power, as the spiritual power infused within the pills could never match the power gained through personal cultivation.
The power of the Three Treasures Returning Spirit Pills was strong; one pill could restore Ye Zhen’s dantian’s spiritual power to over eighty percent. Ye Zhen estimated that, given the condition of his meridians, swallowing two or three more Three Treasures Returning Spirit Pills would be his limit.
Yan Yijun’s offensive became more and more fierce, yet Ye Zhen’s expression hesitated.
By now, Ye Zhen realized that if he wanted to win today, ordinary methods would be useless. He could only hope to defeat Yan Yijun by using a Supreme Treasure Artifact empowered by the power of Purple Spirit.
But Ye Zhen dared not!
Under the watchful eyes of so many Establishment Kings, using such a powerful move could attract unwanted attention from any of these kings, enough to give Ye Zhen more trouble than he could handle.
What scared him the most was that martial artists pursued great power all their lives, and he feared that even Sect Leader Jian Qianxiong might be tempted if Ye Zhen revealed his capabilities.
If that were the case, Ye Zhen might not even know how he died.
This was why Ye Zhen had refrained from using the Supreme Treasure Artifact to invoke the Purple Spiritual Power until now.
Beyond this, Ye Zhen had another option: to use the recently completed Low Grade Spirit Artifact, the Great Momentum Hammer.
The problem was, the Low Grade Spirit Artifact consumed too much spiritual power. Generally, a Low Grade Spirit Artifact could exhaust a martial artist at the First Stage of the Vein Forging Realm after two or three activations, not to mention that Ye Zhen was only at the Late Stage of the Fifth Stage of the Soul Sea Realm.
Ye Zhen estimated that, with his strength, he could activate the Low Grade Spirit Artifact Great Momentum Hammer at most twice, or four to five times with the aid of the Three Treasures Returning Spirit Pills.
Most importantly, Ye Zhen felt that even using the Low Grade Spirit Artifact Great Momentum Hammer would not be enough to defeat Yan Yijun.
For in previous battles, Yan Yijun had easily defeated Yun Xin who wielded the Low Grade Spirit Artifact Green Blade Dart, which hardly inflicted any damage on Yan Yijun when fully activated by Yun Xin.
Under normal circumstances, the power of the Great Momentum Hammer was about the same as Yun Xin’s Green Blade Dart.
Moreover, Yun Xin’s cultivation was at the impressive Second Stage of Vein Forging Realm. Ignoring the differences between Spirit Artifacts, theoretically, his battle power from activating a Low Grade Spirit Artifact should be stronger than Ye Zhen’s.
Boom!
In a sharp tearing sound, a palm imprint made entirely of blue-black Yin Evil Ice Fiend lightning-fast covered Ye Zhen.
Instinctively, Ye Zhen pointed out a Floating Cloud Finger toward the palm imprint formed solely by the Yin Evil Ice Fiend.
The moment Floating Cloud Finger was used, under the state of Sword Heart Enlightenment, a sudden premonition of danger emerged, which immediately tensed Ye Zhen’s expression to the utmost.
Ye Zhen remembered that the last time such a premonition appeared while in the state of Sword Heart Enlightenment was during the Eastern Expedition at the Black Dragon Domain when he encountered Sect Master Yu Ruhai of Sword Origin Sect.
Almost instinctively, Ye Zhen’s Divine Sense drove wildly, spiritual power surged out from his dantian, rushing toward the surface to the Purple Jade Battle Armor.
At the same moment, a sly smile suddenly appeared on Yan Yijun’s lips.
Pu!
The Floating Cloud Finger shattered the palm imprint composed entirely of Yin Evil Ice Fiend, dispersing most of it, but a thumb-sized mass of black radiance, spinning at high speed, burst out from within the imprint, its chilling force instantly penetrating the marrow.
Yin Evil Ice Light Wheel!
Ye Zhen’s pupils contracted sharply, the Low Grade Spirit Artifact Yin Evil Ice Light Wheel, especially the crescent-shaped spurs emitting blue-black Yin Evil Ice Fiend, rapidly enlarged in Ye Zhen’s dilating pupils!
Ye Zhen immediately understood the source of the premonition from Sword Heart Enlightenment!
Too cunning, too fast!
Hiding the Yin Evil Ice Light Wheel within the palm imprint and only unleashing it upon nearing Ye Zhen left him with hardly any time to react!
Almost the moment the Yin Evil Ice Light Wheel appeared, the tenfold enlarged Yin Evil Ice Light Wheel, like lightning, struck Ye Zhen’s chest.
In an instant, the Yin Evil Ice from inside the Ice Wheel and Yan Yijun’s Yin Luo Ice Fiend completely engulfed Ye Zhen!
"Ye Zhen, die!"
Yan Yijun’s laughter exploded aloud! (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to visit qidian.com to vote and support. Thank you! For mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)

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