Chapter 469 444: The Arena Was Grabbed

BOOM!

The moment Mo Luo and Zhaang Ye drew their weapons, a commotion erupted in the valley. It was like pouring a ladle of water into a wok of hot oil; the audience buzzed with excited discussion.

"To force Mo Luo to draw his weapon, Zhaang Ye's combat power must be immense! For someone who just walked out of the Land of Divine Abandonment to push Mo Luo this far... it's simply heaven-defying!"

"Zhaang Ye is incredible. But unfortunately, what Mo Luo is holding now is a True Artifact. With a True Artifact in hand, his combat power will increase dramatically. I'm afraid Zhaang Ye is about to be defeated this time!"

"Yeah, yeah! And look what Zhaang Ye is holding—just a blade tip. Heavens, with his level of strength, couldn't he find a better weapon?"

This was the first time Zhaang Ye and Mo Luo had revealed their weapons in this entire battle. Seeing the weapons they brandished, the audience members were squawking with excitement. They knew the fight until now had been merely a warm-up. Now that the weapons were out, the real battle was about to begin. This was destined to be a fierce and magnificent fight!

On the arena stage, the moment Mo Luo took out his Light Luo True Fan, the menacing, murderous aura around him intensified tenfold! Even with Zhaang Ye's Willpower, as firm and unyielding as a great stone, he found it hard to bear. Under the assault of Mo Luo's murderous aura, Zhaang Ye even began to see faint illusions—a terrifying, hellish world seemed to be opening up right before his eyes!

Zhaang Ye knew he couldn't let Mo Luo continue his assault. Otherwise, his will would be slowly worn down by the murderous aura, and his combat power would be greatly diminished. Taking a deep breath, Zhaang Ye seized the initiative. He flicked the Mysterious Blade Tip in his hand, and a grim, golden Sword Gang instantly slashed toward Mo Luo!

Zhaang Ye's Sword Intent had been comprehended from the Mysterious Blade Tip. With the combination of the Ancient Sword Intent and the Mysterious Blade Tip, the power of the Sword Gang he unleashed was amplified more than tenfold. In other words, the Sword Gang he fired using the Mysterious Blade Tip was at least ten times more powerful than one he could create with his bare hands!

Under the pressure of this terrifying Sword Gang, the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi in the air was compressed, then compressed again, before it exploded violently. The very fabric of space began to distort.

"Disperse!"

Just as Zhaang Ye's Sword Gang was about to strike him, Mo Luo let out a soft cry. With a gentle wave of the Light Luo True Fan in his hand, a massive Gang Wind suddenly appeared and dissipated Zhaang Ye's attack.

"Hm?"

Zhaang Ye's pupils contracted slightly. The Sword Gang he had just unleashed, while still a thousand zhang long, was far more powerful than an ordinary one. For Mo Luo to dissipate such a terrifying attack with just a light wave of his fan... the power of the Light Luo True Fan was far beyond Zhaang Ye's imagination!

What chilled Zhaang Ye even more was that Mo Luo's Light Luo True Fan contained an extremely terrifying murderous aura. This aura, emanating from the fan, was ten times denser than Mo Luo's own. The moment it touched Zhaang Ye, he felt as if he had been plunged into hell, surrounded by ferocious, malevolent ghosts!

Watching from a distance, the three elders reacted to Mo Luo's performance. Seventh Elder Jin Zhongyu chuckled and said, "It seems Mo Luo still has the greater chance of victory in this battle! His Cultivation is infinitely close to the True Dao, and he can already unleash fifty percent of the Light Luo True Fan's power. With this fan, Mo Luo's victory is all but certain."

The Eighth Elder nodded as well, adding with a hint of pity, "It seems so. The blade tip in Zhaang Ye's hand seems to faintly contain the will of an Ancient Strong Person, so it's likely a fragment of a legendary Spiritual Artifact. While Spiritual Artifacts possess world-creating power, after being shattered and worn down by the long river of time, its power can't even compare to an ordinary True Artifact. It will be very difficult for Zhaang Ye to defeat Mo Luo with just that blade tip."

The Ninth Elder also nodded slightly in agreement. "Mo Luo's Light Luo True Fan can not only unleash fierce Gang Wind but also launch Spiritual Attacks, making it extremely formidable. Zhaang Ye's weapon is inferior. To defeat Mo Luo, he would need to possess overwhelming combat power, but that's simply impossible."

While the elders were discussing, Mo Luo finally launched his counterattack. He gently waved the Light Luo True Fan in the air a few times, and more than ten gray-black streams of Gang Qi, like a dozen great mountains, bore down on Zhaang Ye!

The arena was only three hundred zhang wide, and the Gang Wind unleashed by Mo Luo instantly filled the entire space. Faced with this attack, Zhaang Ye had no room to dodge. He could only meet it head-on!

"SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH—"

In a single breath, Zhaang Ye slashed out ten spiraling Sword Gangs, which met the ten blasts of Gang Wind head-on. The clash of Sword Gang and Gang Qi in mid-air instantly blew the arena stage to pieces, and the tremendous sound made both Zhaang Ye's and Mo Luo's blood churn in their chests!

"Hm?"

This time, it was Mo Luo's turn to be surprised. The ten blasts he had just unleashed seemed effortless, but in reality, they had consumed fifty percent of his True Qi. He had expected Zhaang Ye to be thrown into a wretched state, but unexpectedly, Zhaang Ye had taken the attack head-on without retreating a single step or even a change in his expression!

Mo Luo noticed the cracks spreading out from under Zhaang Ye's feet and felt a slight chill in his heart. 'This Zhaang Ye... he is the true Power King! Even a Red Cliff Celestial Ape might not have been able to take the Gang Wind I just unleashed, yet Zhaang Ye took it without moving an inch! I have to attack quickly and use the murderous aura from the Light Luo True Fan to finish him off fast!'

As this thought flashed through his mind, Mo Luo's figure shot toward Zhaang Ye like a bolt of lightning. He waved the Light Luo True Fan repeatedly, sending terrifying torrents of Gang Wind howling outward! Each blast of Gang Wind he unleashed carried the force of tens of millions of jin, each was infused with a tangible murderous aura, and each was as massive as a mountain peak!

HISS!

Seeing the attack Mo Luo unleashed, the faces of the audience members changed in unison. Someone said in a trembling voice, "What terrifying Gang Wind! If the arena's Protective Shield were to shatter, that wind could definitely blow tens of thousands of people into the sky in an instant!"

A young expert next to him swallowed hard and said in horror, "Not blown into the sky—blown into dust! That Gang Wind is too terrifying!"

"Heavens, Zhaang Ye is in real danger now!"

The audience broke into a flurry of discussion. Even the referee outside the arena secretly readied himself. Zhaang Ye was a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius; if his life were in danger, the referee was prepared to intervene with his full strength to save him.

Under everyone's watchful gaze, Zhaang Ye transformed into a streak of green light and charged straight into Mo Luo's Gang Wind!

An attack this terrifying from Mo Luo was like the sky and earth crashing down; it was completely impossible to dodge. There was only one way to survive such a horrifying assault: endure the murderous aura within the Gang Wind, unleash the Celestial River Righteous Qi, and meet it head-on to disperse every last bit of Mo Luo's attack!

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Zhaang Ye's mind was like a bedrock that had existed since time immemorial, bitterly resisting the murderous aura and the Gang Wind from the Light Luo True Fan. He executed his Self-Created Combat Skill, Mountain-Breaking Slash. The Mysterious Blade Tip in his hand transformed into one splendid, golden celestial river after another, dispersing Mo Luo's Gang Wind blast by blast. No matter how fierce Mo Luo's attacks became, Zhaang Ye did not retreat a single step!

"Hm?"

The fact that Zhaang Ye could clash head-on with Mo Luo's Light Luo True Fan without falling into the slightest disadvantage was such a powerful display that it secretly moved all three elders!

"What a tyrannical physique!"

"What tyrannical strength!"

"What a tyrannical will!"

Seeing Zhaang Ye safely block Mo Luo's attack, the three elders let out a soft sigh in unison. Zhaang Ye's ability to disperse Mo Luo's Gang Wind had demonstrated his tyrannical physique, tyrannical strength, and tyrannical will. Even they, the elders, were astonished.

"Kill!"

After dispersing Mo Luo's Gang Wind, Zhaang Ye's body abruptly transformed into a giant golden blade. It tore through the layers of Gang Wind and slashed straight toward Mo Luo!

Self-Created Combat Skill—Cloud-Breaking Slash!

Mo Luo's Light Luo True Fan was terrifying to the extreme. Its murderous aura, so dense it was almost tangible, was slowly eroding Zhaang Ye's Mental Power. If Zhaang Ye didn't counterattack, this dense aura would completely wear away his Spiritual Power and trap him in all kinds of illusions. Therefore, after dispersing Mo Luo's Gang Wind, he decisively struck back.

Cloud-Breaking Slash faintly contained the mysteries of space. The power to instantly slash through layers of Gang Qi and cross dozens of zhang of space in an instant made all the spectators in the valley gasp. Even Mo Luo himself was greatly startled. He had never imagined that Zhaang Ye could still launch an attack while under the assault of such heavy Gang Wind!

"SWISH!"

The Light Luo True Fan suddenly swung out, viciously striking Zhaang Ye's blade tip.

BOOM!

Amidst a massive explosion, Mo Luo was violently knocked back over a hundred zhang by an unbelievably immense force, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Zhaang Ye was also pushed back over a hundred zhang by the impact, but his physical body was exceptionally tough. After the earth-shattering blow, he was actually uninjured.

A trace of disbelief appeared in Mo Luo's eyes. He had never thought that even after taking out the Light Luo True Fan, he would still be unable to defeat Zhaang Ye.

Mo Luo felt his dignity had been utterly humiliated by Zhaang Ye. He glared coldly at him and said, "Zhaang Ye, I have to say, I'm impressed. Your strength practically transcends the limits of a Martial Artist. Even an expert at the True Dao First Layer wouldn't be able to overwhelm you in terms of raw power!

Now, prepare to receive my final blow! This last strike is called Senluo Hell. If you can take it, I will admit defeat in this battle!"

After saying this, the Light Luo True Fan in Mo Luo's hand suddenly expanded, and expanded, and expanded again! The jet-black fan abruptly blotted out a huge swath of the sky as an indescribably vast power locked tightly onto Zhaang Ye. Even more terrifying, a tangible murderous aura instantly bore down on Zhaang Ye's mind. He felt as if a giant stone had suddenly been placed on his heart. Illusions began appearing before his eyes, and his Spiritual Will threatened to collapse at any moment under the pressure of this dreadful aura!

Zhaang Ye's expression changed drastically. Without a second thought, he reached out and grabbed. With that one motion, all the spectators' eyes went wide—so wide they nearly popped out of their sockets!

It turned out that with Zhaang Ye's grab, a piece of the Purple Jade Arena over a hundred zhang wide had been forcibly ripped up by him! This stage, weighing tens of millions of jin, was lifted high into the air by Zhaang Ye and then violently thrown!

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