Unprecedented, old Hai Wei was completely shaken to the core as Ye Ling before his eyes seemed like a demon crawling out from the depths of hell, defying all reason.
How could a guy, not yet broken through to the Divine Infant Realm, punch him and send him flying, leaving him completely unable to fight back?
If someone else had said this, old Hai Wei would have spat in their face in disbelief. Was this a joke? How could it be possible?
But now, Ye Ling had fully risen to power. The very moment he broke through signaled his unstoppable force!
When he had the Nine Great Golden Cores, an average warrior in the early stages of the Divine Infant Realm wouldn't even dare to mess with Ye Ling. A slight mistake could be fatal, truly terrifying.
At this moment, Ye Ling had already broken through to eight Great Divine Infants. His combat power had skyrocketed by an unimaginable manifold.
Old Hai Wei, who had just felt at ease, was now worrying about his own safety, with Ye Ling in front and that terrible Hei Long behind him.
It would be quite an accomplishment if he could just keep his life, let alone suppress the opponent before him and take The Sword of Judgment.
"Block my three moves, and I'll let you go!"
Ye Ling's eyes were merciless as he steped forward. The Nine Great Golden Cores inside him fully and completely transformed into Nine Great Divine Infants at that moment!
Nine Divine Infants sat in meditation within Ye Ling's body, providing him with an indescribable fearsome power swirling inside him. At this moment, Ye Ling even felt that he could fight against an enemy in the late stages of the Divine Infant Realm.
In the Divine Infant Realm, each step was a difference between heaven and earth, life and death, clouds and mud!
A formidable warrior at the middle stage of the Divine Infant could even slaughter more than ten early-stage Divine Infants — this was no exaggeration.
The breakthrough of a realm wasn't as simple as just adding one plus one; it was more importantly a qualitative transformation, a sublimation.
And at this time, nobody knew the extent of combat power held by Ye Ling with his Nine Great Divine Infants — not even he himself was clear about it.
Ye Ling only knew that, just moments ago, he might not have been able to escape being slain by old Hai Wei, but now, killing old Hai Wei would be as easy as reaching into his trousers to catch a chick.
Old Hai Wei, across from him, wore a face full of rage. This was too much! Even if you have broken through, even if you have become invincibly powerful, who in the world could dare to withstand his three moves?
Driven by his pride, old Hai Wei sneered coldly, "Since you seek death, then I shall grant your wish!"
As he spoke, old Hai Wei prepared to strike, but just then, Xiao Hei's massive body descended above him.
"Hey, hey, stop, what are you doing! Didn't you hear him? I need to take his three moves, you beast, get the hell away from me!"
Old Hai Wei's eyelids twitched as he yelled out in a hurry. What a joke, if that Hei Long joined forces with Ye Ling, how could he possibly stay alive?
Ye Ling gave a cold smile and waved his hand at Xiao Hei in the sky. Since he dared to let old Hai Wei take three moves, he had sufficient confidence!
"Divine Light Illuminates, One Sword to Slay the Divine!"
Old Hai Wei took a deep breath as all his strength gathered into his sword, an invincible aura poised to pierce Ye Ling's chest the next moment.
With a swoosh, old Hai Wei lunged forward manically, his body like a beam of light, closing the distance to Ye Ling in the blink of an eye.
His longsword thrust viciously forward, stopping less than a centimeter from Ye Ling's chest, and it seemed the next breath might seal Ye Ling's death.
But just at that moment, suddenly, a terrifying bolt of lightning streaked through the sky, crimson and daunting, its power striking fear into hearts.
Boom! Heavenly Thunder struck down, and poor Hai Wei, still thrusting his sword, was hit directly by the terrifying lightning on his blade.
Crackle and pop, Hai Wei's body was hit by the thunder. Lightning enveloped him, shaking his body continuously, his eyes bulging wide.
A second later, Ye Ling looked on with a sneer at the pitiful Hai Wei in front of him, smoke rising from his body, his hair standing on end, an epitome of misery.
Hai Wei completely lost his mind, as the terrifying Heavenly Thunder had nearly damaged his very core. He was still feeling a bit of heart palpitations.
However, in Hai Wei's perspective, it must have been Ye Ling's doing. Otherwise, why would the Heavenly Thunder strike him directly?
"Damn it! I refuse to believe this, you go to hell, 'Annihilation of Heaven and Earth, Wrath of the Gods'!"
As he spoke, Hai Wei moved, his body swiftly soared into the sky, his palms lifting up, and a fearsome sphere of Spiritual Power emerged between them.
Humming, the sky itself trembled at the terrible might accumulated by Hai Wei's power, a wild wind swept through, his robe fluttered noisily, without any actual wind.
Ye Ling chuckled coldly, a single finger jabbed fiercely, and a terrible breath from within him surged out with a crack, and another huge thunder descended from the sky.
Crackle and pop, the Heavenly Thunder directly struck the energy sphere not yet released by Hai Wei, shattering it into pieces.
And Hai Wei, once the Heavenly Thunder vanished, was billowing white smoke all over, his face soot-streaked, his hair utterly sticking up.
"Damn it! I am going to fight you to the end, you've gone too far!"
Hai Wei's body trembled with rage, being bullied to such an extent—Heavenly Thunder every time without discussion, as if he was a sick cat when not displaying his might!
Whoosh, Hai Wei's body rushed forward in a frenzy, charging at Ye Ling, his hands wielding the Longsword that emitted a fearsome luster, the sword light leaping.
Swish-swish, the sword light was overwhelming, striking at Ye Ling's body but failing to penetrate the formidable defense. However, in the next moment, a blinding glow directly struck Ye Ling's eyes.
Click, Ye Ling instinctively closed his eyes, and Hai Wei grinned viciously. This was the moment—Ye Ling's time of death had come!
Hum, with a fierce twist of his body, Hai Wei's sword slashed out in a frenzy, spanning the sky, piercing the heavens, and then charging towards Ye Ling.
With a resounding crack of thunder, a crimson and fearsome Heavenly Thunder struck down from the sky, shattering the terrible onslaught.
It also completely paralyzed Hai Wei's body, with lightning enveloping him completely, crackling and sparking.
Hai Wei felt unable to move even a finger, his eyes glazed over, his blood surging within, suffering terrible wounds.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Hai Wei looked at Ye Ling with indescribable grievance.
"Why! Why! Didn't you say you would let me have three moves?"
Hai Wei was furious. The vile Huaxia brat had said to spare three moves—why did you counter every single one?
Ye Ling gave an embarrassed smile, "What are you talking about? I truly didn't move. But I must thank you. Just now, that Heavenly Thunder? It was the heavenly tribulation for my Divine Infant Transcendence!"
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Hearing this, Hai Wei's body shook violently, rage filling his eyes.
"Damn it! Huaxia brat, I'll curse your whole family, you dared to trick me!"
Ye Ling quickly waved his hands, utterly serious, "What are you saying? I should be thanking you for helping me transcend!"