420 The Power of the So-called Chosen One
The many copies of Yang Tianhan converged into one. He was a man who had consistently succeeded and was like a god of death.
At that moment, Qin Huai easily parried his punch, causing the atmosphere to feel tense and almost frozen. Everyone watched the two locked in this standstill.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, more than a dozen people charged from behind Yang Tianhan, aiming for his waist, head, lower body, chest, ankles…
Although they were stripped of their cultivation levels and even their king’s force was suppressed, years of combat and life-risking experiences had honed their exceptional fighting skills. Despite their lack of vitality advantage, they saw an opportunity as Qin Huai had managed to grab Yang Tianhan’s fist.
However, dozens of Yang Tianhan duplicates materialized and turned to counter the oncoming attackers. Undeterred, they yelled in unison, “Don’t be scared, these are illusions! The real one is still in his original spot!”
They were all desperate to claim the key from Yang Tianhan’s grasp. Just as they believed they had shattered Yang Tianhan, they found themselves still airborne, only to plummet to the ground near Qin Huai.
“You want to kill me, Yang Tianhan? It’s still too early!” Yang Tianhan roared.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of explosive punches pierced their backs, killing more than ten of the attackers. Yang Tianhan reappeared five meters away from Qin Huai, the hand Qin Huai had gripped was now gone, replaced by a bloodied wrist. He had paid a hefty price to escape.
Looking seriously at Qin Huai, Yang Tianhan asked, “Brother Zhou, has your ancient scripture reached the bone pattern realm?”
This was hard for him to accept. Over the last ten thousand years, countless Qingzhou geniuses had attested to the difficulty of mastering the ancient scripture. Yet, Qin Huai appeared to not only have mastered the ancient scripture technique but seemed to have surpassed him.
“Brother Zhou, you have the talent, and I have the key… If we team up, we could undoubtedly unravel the mystery of the bronze realm,” Yang Tianhan suggested, extending a hand in a friendly gesture.
Whoosh!
However, Qin Huai took a step forward instead, which made Yang Tianhan react in alarm. “Brother Zhou! If you intend to kill me, don’t blame me for fighting to the death! If I destroy this key in my hand, none of us will be able to access the level-zero array!”
Yang Tianhan lifted his right hand, revealing a continuously shining green light within his palm. He looked ready to shatter the bronze pendant he was holding.
But the next instant, a powerful hand pressed down on his wrist. The hand was as pristine as a beautifully crafted piece of art, yet it exerted a terrifying force that far exceeded any ancient beast Yang Tianhan had previously faced.
Despite his robust visceral prefecture realm essence, Qin Huai had the upper hand. Confronting someone who had truly honed the ancient scripture to the level of bone pattern realm, Yang Tianhan felt his vitality force less dominant than before.
Yang Tianhan’s body trembled as Qin Huai materialized before him like a specter. This uncanny movement sent chills down the spines of the surrounding Qingzhou geniuses. They hadn’t even noticed when Qin Huai vanished from his spot, only to reappear in front of Yang Tianhan.
Xiang Mingfeng’s gaze darted to the place where Qin Huai had previously stood, where another Qin Huai was slowly fading away.
“In this illusion realm… those two who cultivated the ancient scripture to the bone pattern realm seem almost godlike,” Le Ji ‘an whispered. “We stand no chance here… regardless of who we face.”
Gou Jie squinted, his fingers nimbly moving under his robe. He couldn’t comprehend why Yang Tianhan, who was supposed to control this illusion realm, was being dominated by Qin Huai like a helpless creature. “Is destiny… not absolute?” he mused. Despite being the only cultivator in ten thousand years to find the key left by the emperor of Qingzhou, Yang Tianhan was struggling.
Bang!
In the middle of the battlefield, images of Qin Huai and Yang Tianhan multiplied into numerous phantoms, filling a small radius around them. The sound of their intense struggle echoed in everyone’s ears.
The area within their radius had become a death zone. Anyone who ventured near, regardless of their numbers, met a swift end. As the two formidable opponents decided who would claim the prize, the Qingzhou geniuses were like helpless lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Qin Huai tightened his grip on Yang Tianhan’s hand, causing the latter to lose his grip on the key.
“I won’t lose. How can I?” Yang Tianhan growled defiantly. “I am the successor chosen by the emperor of Qingzhou!” As his aura intensified, the bronze key in his hand, on the verge of falling, began to glow even more brightly.
Qin Huai felt Yang Tianhan’s strength growing, escalating from the second-level bone pattern realm at an alarming rate.
Was this the true power of the so-called chosen one? The surge of energy made him anxious.
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