Chapter Seventy-Three: Flying Dragon in the Sky

  P.S: Waiting for your recommendation for the second update!

  Pffft! Pffft! Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!

  The sword energy shot out at a very fast speed, and everyone only saw five thin lines flash by. Xiao Lie's chest, shoulders, and waist burst forth with blood threads, and his body stumbled backwards.

  "Not good, gather energy and form a sword!" Xiao Lie was greatly shocked. If he hadn't paused for a moment to stop his momentum just now, his body would have been riddled with several bloody holes, and even if he didn't die, he would be crippled.

  "Jade Clear Qigong!"

  He was extremely wary of Ye Chen's Qi Sword attack, and Xiao Lie immediately activated the top-tier human-level defensive technique from Fei Cui Valley - Jade Clear Qi Technique.

  In an instant, Xiao Lie's body was surrounded by a three-foot radius of faint blue airflow, like a thin layer of crystal.

  Ding ding ding!

  Ye Chen's second round of air sword shot onto the airflow, producing a sound of metal clashing, unable to advance an inch, and was bounced back simultaneously.

  "Dissecting hands!"

  Successfully blocking Ye Chen's attack, Xiao Lie counterattacked with a claw swipe.

  Carla!

  The ground was cracked and shattered by the powerful claws, five curved air blades like sickles cut through the air, and a hissing canopy enveloped the dusty leaves.

  "Cranes leave no shadow, flying dragons are in the sky"

  Ye Chen's figure blurred as he dodged the powerful claw, and in the blink of an eye, he reappeared above Xiao Lie, his fist fiercely crashing down.

  A brilliant blue light dazzled the eyes, accompanied by a series of overbearing and domineering tiger roars.

  Xiao Lie quickly adapted, and suddenly a flying dragon composed of blue airflow appeared in front of him, one zhang eight chi long, shaking its head and swinging its tail, with sharp claws and teeth, pouncing over.

  "I'll take you on!" Xiao Lie's eyes widened, refusing to back down or dodge, his arms embracing the air like a giant ball, crazily withstanding the impact of the blue flying dragon.

  Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang......

  Xiao Lie took a step back, and the ground beneath his feet would erupt in a fierce explosion. After ten steps, he was blasted into mid-air, with a faint blue glow flickering around him, much dimmer than before.

  "Two more punches!"

  Ye Dun couldn't help but unleash the Tiger Roar Dragon Fist, which greatly consumed his true energy. Two ultimate moves burst out, and the blue air dragons entwined each other, engulfing Xiao Lie in mid-air before carrying him to even higher skies, truly like a flying dragon soaring through the heavens.

  Boom! Boom!

  A huge blue firework burst, dyeing the surrounding air with color as well.

  In a short while, a figure fell down and landed near Wang Kunyang.

  "Hah!" Ye Chen let out a heavy breath, this Tiger Roar Dragon Fist was one of the top-tier human-level fist techniques he had chosen when selecting pure and true energy. Half a month ago, he had already cultivated it to its peak. The Flying Dragon in the Sky was the killing move within the Tiger Roar Dragon Fist, extremely exhausting of true energy, with just three punches equivalent to dozens of ordinary punches. Of course, its power was also extremely frightening, even if not quite on par with low-level Earth-tier martial techniques, it wasn't far off either. To say it again, Xiao Lie was after all a mid-stage True Condensation Realm warrior, possessing the Jade Clear Energy defensive technique, relying solely on long-range attacks made it difficult to injure him. If anything, he could only blame himself for not being able to dodge the first Flying Dragon in the Sky's impact, his defenses had been weakened quite a bit, how could he withstand the next two punches?

  As he looked up, Ye Chen found that many people were staring at him with their eyes wide open, as if they were looking at a monster.

  "Two mid-stage Cong True Realm warriors are actually no match for his three punches. Am I seeing things?!"

  "Too overbearing! When did the Flowing Cloud Sect produce such a freak? Wait until he reaches the mid-stage of the Condensing Reality Realm, and even late-stage Condensing Reality Realm warriors won't be afraid of him!"

  "It's definitely not just a simple inter-level battle, with two great geniuses who have transcended the boundaries of their levels and are now fighting on a completely different level."

  The remaining disciples of Feicui Valley and Ziyang Sect exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with the same thought: this person cannot be left alive, or else he will become a great enemy in the future. They must go back and inform their senior brothers and sisters to secretly take action and kill him, absolutely not allowing him to continue growing stronger.

  The only ones who are happy in the arena are naturally the inner disciples of Liúyún Zōng. The competition within the sect is internal, although intense, but not to the point of being fatal or crippling. However, outside the sect, the intensity of the competition increases tenfold, a hundredfold. Many talented and outstanding individuals from Liúyún Zōng have died in assassinations, which is quite regrettable. Now that another inner disciple of Liúyún Zōng has risen to prominence, how can they not be happy? After all, the stronger their fellow sect members are, the more face they will have when walking outside, and they will possess a certain degree of deterrent power. On the contrary, it would be like before, being ridiculed by other sects without daring to retort, which is extremely stifling.

  "Well done, Brother Ye!"

  Three men make a tiger, and the capable one becomes the teacher. These Flowing Cloud Sect disciples wouldn't dare to call Ye Chen "Master", but his senior brothers should still address him as such, or else they would be disgracing themselves.

  Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged as he turned around to face the disciples of Fei Cui Valley and Zi Yang Sect, saying: "Is it you who will leave on your own, or do I need to invite you out?"

  "How dare you!" Someone couldn't swallow their pride and blurted out subconsciously.

  Bang!

  Before he knew it, Ye Chen had already punched him in the chest and sent him flying.

  The rest of the people saw this and didn't dare to be stubborn anymore, and they all jumped out of the white circle.

  "Ye Chen, you're dead for sure, my sect's senior brothers and sisters won't let you off."

  "You may be strong, but you're just a beginner in the Condensing Realm. If you encounter a late-stage Condensing Realm warrior, you'll be dead for sure. Someone from my Emerald Valley will definitely come to clean up after you."

  When did Feicui Valley disciples ever suffer such a great loss, carrying the half-dead Xiao Lie away from the Ling family, and before leaving, they let out harsh words.

  The three disciples of the Zi Yang Sect had only just arrived, one was dead or alive unknown, one was seriously injured, and the remaining one could not take two people away, so he did not dare to speak harshly, but in his heart, he cursed Ye Chen to death, vowing to avenge today's humiliation.

  Ling Tian's face was bitter, and he ordered someone to take Wang Kunyang and another seriously injured Ziyang Sect disciple to the inner courtyard, preparing to use the best elixirs to treat them. If not, even if the higher-ups of the Ziyang Sect didn't blame them, it would still leave a bad impression.

  Within the white circle, there were seven people left: Ye Chen alone, three disciples of Nan Luo Zong and three disciples of Bei Xue Mountain Villa.

  Ye Chen's impression of these two major sect disciples was still pretty good, at least he wouldn't feel disgusted. He said: "Seven, and there are two more, let's continue the screening."

  "It's not needed." The Southern Luo Sect disciple, a tall and slender girl, said to a male disciple beside her: "Yang Shidi, your strength is slightly inferior, withdraw."

  "Yes!" The disciple didn't hesitate and stepped out of the white circle.

  And in the Northern Snow Mountain Villa, the disciples were led by the cold and indifferent young master Wang Feng. He also made one of his slightly weaker junior brothers give up on the selection.

  Not too many nor too few, exactly five people remained in the field.

  The tall and slender girl smiled at Ye Chen and said: "Brother Ye, you were quite overbearing just now, and Yuan Xue Mei is full of admiration for you."

  Ye Chen didn't show any signs of pride and said, "There are so many geniuses out there, what am I? You probably don't think I'm the only genius either!"

  Yuan Xue Mei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "That's interesting. Indeed, there are many disciples of the genius who lost in the heavenly war, but not as many as cabbages. However, you should be careful, the disciples of the Purple Sun Sect and the Emerald Valley won't give up yet. I heard that the bloodthirsty madman from Emerald Valley is also doing a task nearby, so be sure to avoid him, or else your life will be in danger."

  "Bloodthirsty Madman!" Ye Chen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, this person should be an inner disciple of Feicui Valley, yet he has earned the nickname "Bloodthirsty Madman".