Chapter 1246: Chapter 1247: Peerless Grace
Bang bang~
The sword fell, the ancient vines shattered, the sword struck out, annihilating everything. That person’s expression was Xiao Mu, the aura burst forth, and he suppressed Ye Qingcheng with one palm in the air. The sword light arrived with a soft sound, and that person’s arm was directly severed by Ye Qingcheng before he could scream. Ye Qingcheng swiftly delivered a throat-slashing blow.
Clutching his throat with a look of unwillingness, he fell down, slain by Ye Qingcheng’s sword.
Buzz~
At this moment, the Ancient Bell descended, resonating deeply within. Yang Qian’s Ancient Bell was a terrifying Divine Weapon. Ye Qingcheng felt a buzzing in her mind, and soon blood stained with red oozed from the corners of her mouth, clearly affected by the bell’s sound.
Ye Qingcheng’s hair flew wildly as she shifted her gaze. She saw the Ancient Bell descend from the sky, and she struck it with a sword. The Ancient Bell hummed, its sonic waves penetrating everything.
Pu~
Suddenly, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, her complexion paled.
Not far away, Xiao Jiu saw this, his expression shocked. Yet, surrounded by numerous strong practitioners, he was unable to break free.
"Nirvana!" Yang Qian snorted coldly as the Ancient Bell floated up again, its runes circulating.
Ye Qingcheng ignored it, but the bell’s sound persisted, seemingly penetrating her eardrums. Her mouth continued to overflow with red blood, staining her long garment.
Her expression Xiao Mu, fearless of everything.
At the same time, Ji Fa took large steps, suppressing everything with force, launching a deadly punch at Ye Qingcheng. The Fist Aura was incredibly terrifying, resembling a mountain, causing a boundless storm to rage between heaven and earth.
There were many prodigies from the Wild Rankings around, creating a barrier, obviously to prevent Ye Qingcheng from leaving alive. Understandably, it was a deadlock; Ye Qingcheng and Xiao Jiu had no hope of survival.
The emperors of the seven factions watching from the side had smug expressions. What of terrifying talent? A dead prodigy was no longer a prodigy, and how could the dead retaliate against them?
Wow~
The Immortal Platform bloomed, astonishingly three Immortal Platforms rotated around Ye Qingcheng. Two were already extremely fearsome, and now, seeing Ye Qingcheng bloom a third Immortal Platform, everyone was gasping in shock.
It was their first time witnessing someone able to gather three Immortal Platforms.
If such a person doesn’t die, she will certainly stand at the pinnacle of the Primordial Land in the future.
Naturally, Ye Qingcheng was forced into a corner, which compelled her to bloom three Immortal Platforms, one of which was a Golden Phoenix. With a long cry, heaven and earth resonated, golden light dazzling, enveloping Ye Qingcheng, making her appear immensely noble.
But Ye Qingcheng couldn’t care about so much. At the instant the three Immortal Platforms bloomed, her strength doubled once more. She unsheathed her sword, slashing at Ji Fa. This sword not only contained the mighty forces of heaven and earth but also endless power, suppressing Ji Fa.
Causing Ji Fa’s expression to pale. He realized he had underestimated Ye Qingcheng, who had just defeated him. Now he knew the gap between them was vast, as the sword reached, annihilating everything.
Pu chi~
A soft sound, blood light blossomed, and Ji Fa was once again slain by Ye Qingcheng’s sword, strong as Ji Fa, with just one sword.
In the Primordial Land, under the emperor, who can be invincible?
Only her, Ye Qingcheng.
One person challenging the mighty of the Wild Rankings, so what?
Buzz~
At that moment, Yang Qian’s Ancient Bell again pressed toward Ye Qingcheng, its sound echoing through the heavens, causing another mouthful of blood to spray from her mouth. Ye Qingcheng rose into the sky, striking down with her sword, directly sending the Ancient Bell flying out of Yang Qian’s control.
Yet at this moment, the tenth on the Wild Rankings, Liu Cheng struck with a palm, catching her off guard. Ye Qingcheng sensed the terrifying presence, but had no time to think. She stepped forward, a sword storm suddenly arose, a massive sword fell, causing Liu Cheng’s expression to turn Tie Qing, all attacks were annihilated under Ye Qingcheng’s sword; Liu Cheng flew backward, organs shaken.
Even the tenth on the Wild Rankings, Liu Cheng, couldn’t withstand one of Ye Qingcheng’s sword strikes.
Other groups surrounded, many youths closing in, yet Ye Qingcheng paid no heed, Cold Ice Sword targeting Liu Cheng’s brow, whistling out. Liu Cheng was horrified, frantically dodging, left in disarray.
The Sacred Intent erupted, suppressing everything, and in an instant, Liu Cheng felt as if a giant peak was pressing down on him.
A Sword Light pierced through his brow, another throat-severing strike.
Even the tenth on the Wild Rankings, Liu Cheng, couldn’t withstand Ye Qingcheng’s sword.
Looking at Liu Cheng’s corpse, others on the rankings felt a chill in their hearts, obviously intimidated by Ye Qingcheng’s earlier sword strike, stalling where they stood.
This stalling alone was enough to decide everything.
Puff puff puff~
White garments sweeping past, Ye Qingcheng spun back to the original spot, seeing three more ranked individuals fall into pools of blood. These prodigies from the Wild Rankings, usually world-class figures, stood on high, yet now were as weak as ants.
Ye Qingcheng, slaying three Wild Rankings prodigies with one sword, was truly terrifying.
Some even wondered if all the prodigies from the Wild Rankings joined forces today, could they really keep Ye Qingcheng?
The Xiliang Female Emperor watched all this, naturally slightly moved. If Ye Qingcheng were protected from death today, then in the future, her Xiliang Female Kingdom would inevitably rise because of her. But given the current situation, how could they protect her?
Though Ye Qingcheng was terrifying, could she really break free from here?
Even though Ye Qingcheng killed several prodigies from the Wild Rankings, in the eyes of the Xiliang Female Emperor and Wang Yue, it was still a deadlock. If they entered the fray, they would inevitably be besieged by the seven factions, not worth the gain.
Xuan Yue watched the blood-stained Ye Qingcheng, feeling a hint of heartache, but how could she intervene?
"Not yet besieged, waiting for her to kill one by one?" The ninth on the Wild Rankings, Duan Hong, shouted, strolling through the void, the Ninth Layer Immortal King’s power roared through the heavens. Holding a Battle Spear, he stabbed toward Ye Qingcheng.
The spear emerged, storm surged, destroying everything.
Just now, Ye Qingcheng slain the tenth, Liu Cheng, so Duan Hong naturally dared not be careless. Several people beside him cooperated with Duan Hong in launching flawless attacks.
"Seal!" Ye Qingcheng murmured, Cold Ice Will bloomed, their attacks halted in the void, sealing them away, but in an instant, bang bang~ the ice shattered, various attacks continued toward Ye Qingcheng, like containing an endless abyss.
Moreover, their Immortal Platforms and Life Spirits simultaneously bloomed, suppressing Ye Qingcheng.
Buzz~
Golden Phoenix cried out, breaking through all confinement. Ye Qingcheng raised her sword, slicing through the void like cutting through chaos, repelling the group. Yet Ye Qingcheng was also affected, a spear aura grazed her, leaving a deep blood gash on her shoulder.
At this moment, another figure stepped forward, astonishingly Zhu Chen. With each step, Sword Power icily broke through everything, and in an instant, torrential sword rain descended from the void, enveloping Ye Qingcheng.
Each sword rain could pierce through everything.
"Annihilate!" Ye Qingcheng murmured, the wind howled, Sacred Intent bloomed, all sword rain obliterated. Ye Qingcheng’s form became sacred, untouchable, she stepped forward, a chilling sword light sealing toward Zhu Chen.
Having just been defeated by Ye Qingcheng’s sword, Zhu Chen now naturally dared not be careless. Around him, endless sword rain gathered, forming a Sword Bell, resisting everything. Ye Qingcheng’s Cold Ice Sword struck upon the Sword Bell, buzzing.
The Sword Bell began to crack, but Ye Qingcheng dared not linger. Attacks came from other directions, remarkably from Duan Hong.
Duan Hong had just injured Ye Qingcheng with a spear, now seizing the chance to take Ye Qingcheng’s life with one strike. Once she was dead, the Saint’s Inheritance would naturally emerge from her body.
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