Ye Ling, who was originally on par with the phantom or even slightly at a disadvantage, now possessed an overwhelming power.
This was simply an incredible turn of events, shocking the phantom and filling it with deep panic and awe.
"Shall we continue?"
Ye Ling toyed with the demon blade in his hand, a deep sneer on his face, as he spoke in a cold voice.
The phantom wiped the fresh blood from the corner of its mouth, took a deep breath, and tried to calm itself down.
After a long while, it finally spoke to Ye Ling, "Your martial arts and strength are passable now, but you still have many weaknesses, like your speed!"
With that said, the phantom’s figure suddenly vanished from its spot.
When it reappeared, it was already in front of Ye Ling.
The long spear in its hand, like a venomous dragon, stabbed towards Ye Ling’s chest.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and Ye Ling had no chance to react.
He only felt a sharp pain in his chest and then a powerful force pierced through his clothes, exploding with a bang,
The skin on his chest was blasted to pieces!
Spurt!
Ye Ling spat out a mouthful of crimson blood and his figure stumbled hurriedly backward.
Such a situation caused a tumultuous uproar in Ye Ling’s heart.
He never expected that even after his strength had soared, he would still be outmatched.
Is this the combination of speed and strength?
It seemed as if the phantom had read Ye Ling’s thoughts and spoke indifferently, "You’re thinking correctly, you’re now capable of defeating me with ease."
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"But you’ve overlooked one thing, even if your martial arts are formidable and your killing power strong, if you can’t even touch me, how can you defeat me?"
After speaking, the phantom just stood there quietly, not saying another word.
And after hearing the phantom’s words, Ye Ling stood still, stunned.
Indeed, Ye Ling’s current strength was terrifying, and even facing a mid-stage Sky Man realm expert, he had the power to fight.
But against the phantom, it was still not enough, not even a touch, how could he possibly defeat it?
"There’s no other way, I must fight!" Ye Ling’s gaze fixed on the phantom, the fighting spirit in his pupils almost becoming tangible!
Holding the demon blade, he charged towards the phantom, his speed reaching its utmost limit at that moment.
Leaving a trail of afterimages, terrifying slashes tore through the void, attacking the phantom with the fearsome sound of tearing wind.
The phantom chuckled wickedly as its figure mysteriously disappeared from its spot.
In the span of a breath, the phantom suddenly appeared on Ye Ling’s left side, its right leg kicked fiercely, a whip-like kick aimed heavily at Ye Ling’s waist!
Crack crack crack!
A series of whip kicks continuously struck Ye Ling’s waist.
Each kick landed heavily on Ye Ling’s stomach, sending him flying away.
The terrible force even shattered a large piece of the floor.
Ye Ling grunted, clutching his abdomen, his body swaying, his mouth slightly open with a trickle of blood slowly sliding down his lips, dripping onto the floor, splattering into striking red patterns.
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Without any hesitation, he burst towards the phantom again, the saber qi from the demon blade even more ferocious, slashing manically at the phantom with each swing.
The phantom’s silhouette flickered, narrowly evading Ye Ling’s terrifying strikes each time.
Yet Ye Ling relentlessly pursued the phantom’s figure.
"Hmph, overestimating one’s ability!" the phantom glanced coldly at Ye Ling, then with a twist of his wrist, the long spear in his hand abruptly vanished, and following that, he slapped his palm directly towards the void.
When the phantom’s palm struck the void, the next moment, it undulated like waves.
A massive palm imprint appeared above Ye Ling’s head, the formidable palm wind brushed against Ye Ling’s cheeks, causing him to squint his eyes involuntarily.
"What kind of move is this?"
Ye Ling’s heart grew heavy with concern, but his steps didn’t cease; his demonic saber, drawn in a swift motion, ruthlessly struck the giant palm imprint.
A clear, ringing sound of metal resonated.
The fearsome power surged out from within the drawn blade, directly shattering the giant palm imprint created by the phantom’s slap.
Ye Ling’s heart contracted, and his figure flickered once more, but before he could get close to the phantom’s body, suddenly a massive circle appeared around the phantom.
The circle, dense like a spider’s web, enveloped the phantom, and Ye Ling found himself unable to penetrate an inch.
"Ha ha, this encircled area spans a full three meters; do you wish to enter it?"
"I would advise you to save it! Otherwise, it could be dangerous!" the phantom grinned wildly, his eyes filled with thick mockery.
"Is that so? I don’t buy that crap!"
Ye Ling lifted the demonic saber high, the Spiritual Energy within his body surged like a tsunami, frantically pouring into the blade, while the glow on the demonic saber grew increasingly bright.
"Slaying Dragon Art, Rend Heaven and Earth!"
Ye Ling roared, and the demonic saber in his hand instantly became a hundred-zhang-long purple-golden divine dragon.
The dragon’s roar reverberated, its terrible bellow shaking the nine heavens!
Whoosh!
The demonic saber slashed out a purple-golden dragon’s tail, striking fiercely upon the massive circle.
Instantly, a blaring roar echoed throughout the entire illusory world.
The raging winds ravaged, shattering the void completely.
The fearful force caused the ground around to concave down by over two feet.
It was evident how terrifying Ye Ling’s strike had been just now.
The purple-golden dragon never reduced in power, barreling towards the phantom. The phantom remained unperturbed, his figure once again vanishing, then with a punch, he directly met the purple-golden dragon!
Bang bang!
The instant the man and beast clashed, the purple-golden dragon’s body actually collapsed, turning into clusters of energy mist, dissipating into the air.
And there the phantom stood within the void, motionless, watching the phantom’s composed appearance caused Ye Ling’s eyes to grow grave.
Suddenly, the phantom’s figure cryptically vanished from sight.
Yet Ye Ling could feel that he was right beside him, waiting for the right opportunity to strike without any hesitation!
"It seems, I must resort to my last resort!" Ye Ling sighed deeply.
Immediately, his expression turned solemn, and he held the demonic saber horizontally across his chest, his fingertips lightly grazing over the blade, leaving trails of crimson blood on it.
Ye Ling’s lips parted slightly, chanting softly, "With my blood, I forge my blade’s edge!"
Then Ye Ling took a deep breath, a mouthful of scarlet essence blood sprayed directly onto the demonic saber’s edge.