Chapter 555: 555
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As the elder on the sky stairwell finished speaking, another figure moved rapidly out of the battlefield . The crowd saw him step out, but nobody was in a hurry to step out as well . The person who had stepped out was an elite genius from the Nether Road named Han Xiang .
In this round, one could step out and select their own opponent, so it was also a test of one's mental fortitude . Han Xiang was a grade nine noble, which was considered very low on the battlefield . He was at a huge disadvantage . Therefore, he had to grab the initiative without hesitation, otherwise, he would be in danger when others targeted him .
He had thought that even if there was someone who had the same thoughts as him, it would not be those elite cultivators . As expected, he was fast enough to be the first to walk out and grab the chance .
Han Xiang looked towards the crowd at the edge of the battlefield . The majority of them were grade eight and seven nobles . There were not many who were at the same level as him and only two who were of an even lower cultivation level than him . As such, his gaze landed on Ye Futian and Yu Sheng .
Ye Futian had previously disabled the Sword Saint Villa's Yan Nan and was a dangerous figure . Although Yu Sheng had also defeated his opponent to reach here, in comparison, he was less outstanding than Ye Futian . Thus, Han Xiang's gaze landed on Yu Sheng and he said, "I challenge him . "
His thoughts were to first win one match, that way, he would have one more match to perform . Even if he were to be defeated later on, the chances of being chosen would be higher . That was why he challenged Yu Sheng, to ensure that his chances of winning .
Ye Futian saw Han Xiang look towards him, but select Yu Sheng . He understood the other party's thinking, that person appeared to be a grade nine noble with decent battle ability . However, his choice of challenger was…
He looked at Han Xiang sympathetically . With Yu Sheng's battling style, Han Xiang probably had no chance left and would have to say goodbye to the Holy Zhi Palace . If he had selected someone else, even if he was defeated, he would at least still have a chance .
Yu Sheng stepped forward and looked at Han Xiang calmly .
"I am Han Xiang, I look forward to seeing your abilities . "
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"Yu Sheng . "
The two of them introduced themselves and a horrifying metal storm started to pick up around Han Xiang . The storm was extremely sharp and looked like it could tear apart everything . Moreover, it started to spread from his body and was extremely fearsome .
Yu Sheng's palm stretched out, his demon Qi rampaging . A dark golden Heavenly Halberd appeared in his hand .
In the direction of the Holy Zhi Palace, Elder Ning's gaze landed on Yu Sheng . He was indeed a demonic cultivator . He had heard that Yu Sheng could even demonize, so Ning Huang had died in his hands .
"Han Xiang is probably in trouble . " Even though the people from the other Holy Roads were unclear, the people from the Dawn Road knew what kind of person Yu Sheng was . The image where Yu Sheng had stood in front of Jinxiao City and declared that he was the killer was clear in their minds .
For Han Xiang to challenge Yu Sheng, it was his misfortune .
A dark golden demonic armor covered Yu Sheng's body . The cold aura gave Han Xiang a feeling of danger as demon wings sprouted from Yu Sheng's back and Yu Sheng stepped off the ground, his body flying into the air . He looked down from the air, his dark golden eyes looking down upon Han Xiang, looking disdainfully at everything .
When Han Xiang saw his eyes, he had a thought . Could it be that he had selected the wrong opponent?
Bam . Behind Yu Sheng, his demon wings flapped and he rushed downwards, Heavenly Halberd in hand . Han Xiang did not have too much time to think, and the metal storm that had gathered around his body transformed into razor-sharp debris, raging towards Yu Sheng's direction . This was a large areof-effect spell that covered a huge area, leaving no room to escape . Every golden ray in the horrifying metal storm was as sharp as a blade, making jarring sounds as the wind cut through the air .
The horrifying storm tore its way straight onto Yu Sheng's body, but when it came into contact with Yu Sheng's armor, it made a piercing sound, like blades scraping against each other . However, it was unable to pierce through, unable to break through the defense of the dark golden armor .
Han Xiang's expression paled . His assault was razor-sharp, but it was unable to even break through the other party's armor .
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At that moment, a demonic figure appeared in front of his eyes and an imposing might crashed down upon him, instilling fear in him and influencing him to kneel down and surrender .
The metal storm gathered in front of Han Xiang, turning into a giant golden figure . Taking the form of his Life Spirit, it held an extremely sharp golden spear in its hand and pierced towards the air, tearing through everything .
The Heavenly Halberd in Yu Sheng's hands also pierced forward and an unparalleled killing power descended . It was the God Suppressing Strike .
Bang… With a huge impact, the spear fell to pieces and the golden figure was crushed to pieces . The Heavenly Halberd dominated everything and landed on Han Xiang . Han Xiang's body instantly flew backward and he tumbled onto the edge of the battlefield, coughing up blood . His complexion was pale and his hand was in front of his chest, he could feel that his bones were already broken . This was only because Yu Sheng did not use all his strength, or he would already be dead .
Yu Sheng stood on the battle platform like a battle god, giving the crowd a sense of peerlessness even though the Heavenly Halberd in his hands had already disappeared .
Turning around, Yu Sheng walked back to his position . Han Xiang was still lying there and he looked in the direction of the Holy Zhi Palace . Nobody spoke . He was defeated by the Arcana Plane Yu Sheng in one strike, how could he be fancied by the influential figures?
He struggled to get up and left the battlefield dejectedly .
Many people from the Nether Road looked at him leaving and felt sorrowful . He previously had a chance to enter the Thousand Holy Island, but he had rejected it . Han Xiang was by no means weak and possessed extremely strong battle ability, but he had been defeated in one strike in this battle . It could only mean that his opponent was too strong . Being able to reach here as an Arcana Plane meant that they were definitely extraordinary .
Now, on this battlefield, there were no weaklings left .
"Next," the expert on the sky stairwell said .
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Another figure stepped out in a flash, and the crowd was stunned to see the person . It was Zhuge Ling, an expert from the Zhuge Clan . Now, the Zhuge Clan was left with only two people, the strongest Zhuge Xing and the grade eight noble Zhuge Ling .
Although Zhuge Ling was not as strong as Zhuge Xing, he was also extremely horrifying . He had already practiced his Thousand Thundering Illusions to an extremely high level . Moreover, he specialized in speed .
Even a person like Zhuge Ling did not dare to wait until the late stage to battle . In the battlefield, there were many others who were stronger than him, so he also needed to take the initiative and challenge someone weaker than him .
As his gaze shifted, Zhuge Ling looked in a certain direction . Many people's expressions changed, would it be him again?
Previously, Zhuge Ping had already been defeated by him . Was Zhuge Ling going to try now? However, Ye Futian had previously defeated Yan Nan, a grade eight noble . He was probably not going to be that easy to eliminate .
"You . " Zhuge Ling's gaze landed on Ye Futian . As the crowd had expected, he was challenging Ye Futian .
Ye Futian was slightly depressed . Now that everyone on the battlefield was strong, he and Yu Sheng had been treated like pushovers . After all, their cultivation levels were lower . Grimacing and shaking his head, Ye Futian walked out onto the battle platform and looked at Zhuge Ling . Previously, Zhuge Ping had already lost the chance to be invited by the Thousand Holy Island and now Zhuge Ling was challenging him . Why did they do this to themselves?
The Zhuge Clan was his second sister's clan . If they did not target him, he would not actively deal with them . However, they all seemed to dislike him, with Zhuge Xing at the forefront of it all .
"You go first," Zhuge Ling said . His aura was more steady than Zhuge Ping and Yan Nan's, and he was older than the two . So even though his cultivation level was the same as Yan Nan's, his cultivation level was more firm .
Yan Nan was previously struck by Ye Futian's thunderbolt spell and restrained by his wood element spell . Zhuge Ling is different, he excels in the Thousand Thundering Illusions and can cast the thunderbolt spell at the same time . His speed is also very fast, unlike Zhuge Ping who was unable to catch up to Ye Futian . Zhuge Ling's choice of Ye Futian as his opponent is indeed apt, as his abilities can counter Ye Futian's . This was the thought of many people as they watched .
In this battle, Zhuge Ling's chances to win were higher . Although Ye Futian's battle abilities were exceptional, his cultivation level was lower, so he would be eliminated sooner or later .
To many people, even if Ye Futian could win, he would win one more match at best . After this round, there would be only the top eighty remaining . By then, there would be no place for Ye Futian . Of course, the precursor would be that Ye Futian could first defeat Zhuge Ling .
"Why do you do this to yourself?" Ye Futian looked at Zhuge Ling and said . As his voice landed, a pair of brilliant golden wings appeared on his back . The Roc wings were dazzling and the power of wind enveloped his body . In an instant, a roaring typhoon appeared around Ye Futian's body .
Bam . Kicking off the ground, his Thundering Illusion Step bloomed and all the crowd could see was an after-image of Ye Futian . He was quick to a horrifying degree .
So fast . Zhuge Ling's expression changed and his body also left after-images as he moved in flashes of lightning in various directions . However, he realized that Ye Futian was flying towards his true body with a flap of his wings . Zhuge Ling's expression became grim and thought, looks like his victory against Zhuge Ping was not coincidental .
"Die," Zhuge Ling yelled as his images struck out towards Ye Futian . One of his images held a thunderbolt spear and pierced forward, the thunder tearing through the air towards Ye Futian's body . However, he saw Ye Futian's body move like a phantom, dodging the spear in a beautiful arc .
"Too fast . How can he be this fast," the crowd looked at Ye Futian's figure and said .
Numerous phantoms assaulted Ye Futian yet again, but they saw the dazzling golden figure moving with the wind, changing directions rapidly and moving forward . In the battlefield, they could only see his phantoms but not his true self, like a Roc speeding up to its limit .
"What is that movement? It looks like a Roc . "
"It's a combination of a movement technique and a spell," someone said in amazement . It was too dazzling .
Zhuge Ling's expression became solemn . He stepped backward and started to cast an alarming thunderbolt spell . He pointed forward with all five fingers and numerous splendid rays shot forth . However, as the rays shot forth, he saw the Roc's shadow fly past a ray and the next thing Zhuge Ling felt was a sense of absolute danger .
"Over there . " Many people were stunned as another phantom manifested itself behind Zhuge Ling in the air above his head .
Many people's hearts were beating out of their chests . How could he be this fast? His speed was even faster than lightning!