Chapter 1517: Testing Yang Yan’s Strength

Chapter 1517: Chapter 1517: Testing Yang Yan’s Strength

Bang!

A giant force collided fiercely against Yang Yan’s faint golden protective shield, sparks flying and thunder roaring.

"Not bad, this shield is quite good," the woman smiled slightly and said to Yang Yan.

Obviously, Yang Yan’s shield pleased her, and her words were not insincere or sarcastic.

However, although barely withstanding the first attack, Yang Yan did not relax at all. Instead, he heightened his senses, not daring to be careless.

Because the woman hadn’t used any Magical Treasure, yet could unleash such a powerful force with just her hands.

"But..."

The woman paused, then her hands surged with blood qi.

Yang Yan immediately felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him, as if the entire sky suddenly weighed upon him.

Accompanied by the woman’s words "still too weak," his protective shield instantly cracked and shattered with a crisp sound.

Suddenly, spiritual power danced wildly, whipping up terrifying storms.

Yang Yan, at the forefront, remained calm. He definitely wasn’t naive enough to think a shield could block the woman.

It was merely a trap!

At the moment the shield shattered, Yang Yan’s eyes flashed with a brilliant light.

The flying spiritual power abruptly turned into countless wind blades, shooting toward the woman.

Where they flew past, left behind were black cracks.

This was due to the wind blades tearing through the space at high speed.

"Not bad."

The woman remarked on Yang Yan’s move, evidently quite satisfied.

Facing the approaching multitude of wind blades, the smile on the woman’s face remained unchanged.

Just before the wind blades were about to reach her, she lightly raised her hand.

Her fingers gently tapped the air, causing ripples to appear in the void.

The ripples slowly spread, and once they passed over the wind blades, all of them froze in place.

These wind blades, as if subjected to a Body Fixing Technique, quietly stayed suspended in mid-air.

The space around her seemed to have solidified, devoid of any trace of spatial fluctuations.

Yang Yan stared in disbelief at the woman before him.

Because in that instant when she acted, he even felt his own spiritual power come to a halt!

This made his heart sink.

At the same time, it gave rise to a feeling of admiration.

This was true Power of Space, wielded flawlessly.

His own Power of Space was nothing but crude workmanship before her, inviting mockery.

The woman broke through the space she had forbidden, walking step by step toward Yang Yan.

Amazingly, with each step she took, a lotus bloomed beneath her feet!

Lotus blooms with every step...

This scene, paired with the woman’s stunning looks, was truly a feast for the eyes.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters...

Yang Yan silently calculated the distance in his mind.

When the woman was less than three meters away from him, Yang Yan used all his strength and shouted loudly, "Bloodthirsty Mad Saber! Come—"

Whoosh!

A blood-red saber shadow, ignoring the Power of Space, shattered the void like an arrow fired, locking onto the woman’s vital point, wrapped in a soaring murderous aura, flew toward her.

However, the woman’s hair fluttered in the wind, yet she still showed no intention to dodge.

Her eyes flashed with a golden light, her delicate hand slightly raised, and two slender, youthful-like fingers steadily pinched the thin blood-red saber, as thin as Cicada Wings.

The saber emitted an unwilling buzzing sound in her hand, trying to escape the grasp of her two fingers. However, no matter how it struggled, it was of no avail.

Those two fingers clamped it tightly like iron pincers.

"No more fighting, no more fighting. I simply can’t beat you." Yang Yan waved his hand helplessly and said.

The gap is too large, really too large.

He had almost exhausted all his cards, yet hadn’t even touched a strand of the woman’s hair.

The woman burst into laughter, the sound pleasant like silver bells.

She said, "You, like a child, are sulking because you lost? Truly laughable!"

Then, the woman lifted the spatial constraints, looking at Yang Yan, comforted him and said, "You are already very formidable. Few people can take three moves from me. Even True Immortals can’t!"

Yang Yan listened in shock.

Now, he had understood; after the Void Realm comes the Saint Realm, True Immortal Realm, Immortal Monarch Realm, and Immortal Emperor Realm.

And the so-called Immortal is actually in the Saint Realm.

In the Immortal Realm, such a level is merely the lowest existence.

Suppressing his inner doubts, Yang Yan laughed and asked, "What realm is my power at now?"

The woman pondered for a moment before responding, "If I guessed correctly, your cultivation has long surpassed the mid-stage Void Realm and reached the peak, being at Half-Step Saint Realm. In terms of real battle strength, you should be able to reach Saint Realm, likely quite stable at mid-stage."

"Is that so..." Yang Yan seemed not too surprised.

Because during the confrontation with the broken sword earlier, Yang Yan felt somewhat defeated; at this moment, he couldn’t be happy no matter what.

Seeing his expression, the woman couldn’t help but shake her head and said, "Don’t show such self-pity! The most important thing is to be satisfied! Throughout history, countless people have been halted outside the Saint realm. You were only at mid-stage Divinity Transformation before, and now you’ve improved so much in such a short time, which is remarkable."

Her words, though seemingly mocking, actually carried a hint of sentiment.

Upon hearing her words, Yang Yan couldn’t help but feel an arising sense of pride.

The path of cultivation is long; his journey still has much to go!

He had confidence that one day he would ascend step by step, ultimately touching the pinnacle of power.

Seeing the self-assured gleam in Yang Yan’s eyes quickly return, she nodded with some relief and sighed, "After so many years, you’re still just as confident!"

Yang Yan suddenly thought of the legends about the Immortal Realm, then pondered for a moment and couldn’t help but ask the woman, "Is the legendary Immortal really just in the Immortal Realm?"

"If the Immortal Realm alone were worthy of being called Immortal, the Immortal Territory would have ceased to exist long ago." The woman sneered disdainfully, "True Immortals are the noblest beings in this world! Availing themselves of nothing, they act on behalf of the heavens, never safe and content, benefitting only themselves!"

Yang Yan could tell from her tone that there was hatred when she spoke.

Obviously, the woman had no fondness for those in the Immortal Realm.

Yang Yan instinctively scratched his nose, remaining silent.

These were vendettas among the deities, and he was just a mortal; it was better not to get involved.

Not that he was afraid of getting burned, but he simply lacked the confidence for that now.

This Yang Yan was self-assured, yet still aware of his limitations.