Primordial Divine Emperor-Chapter 132 - 101: Raising a Hand to Stir the Clouds, Shocking All Directions (Part 3)
Instead, a peerless monster like Luo Qingchen had no surprises because the moment Ye Xiaofan revealed his Profound Sea Eighth Layer cultivation, they had already foreseen the outcome.
Time slowly passed, and after more than ten breaths, suddenly, the entire Divine Sword Sect erupted in an earth-shattering uproar.
"Nalan Linyun... lost?"
"He really has stepped into the Profound Sea Eighth Layer, and being able to defeat Senior Brother Nalan in one strike is undoubtedly the Eighth Layer of the Profound Sea."
"Five months, breaking through from the Profound Sea Second Layer to the Eighth Layer in one go. What has he experienced in these five months?"
"This is probably the only record-breaking peerless fiend in our Divine Sword Sect for hundreds of years, right? It took him only one year and four months to ascend the Seventy-two Small Peaks."
"This is no longer just a peerless fiend but the fiend among fiends. No, he is a peerless monster, a true peerless monster."
Countless veteran disciples of the Divine Sword Sect swallowed hard, with an indescribable look of shock in their eyes.
The proud talents of Star Moon City, like Ye Xiaofan, were almost petrified on the spot. This scene was so similar to the one from the Star Moon City competition a year ago, so soul-stirring.
Countless new and veteran prodigies of the Ten Cities stood dumbfounded, foolishly staring at that figure. From now on, the people of the Ten Cities could not only stand tall in the Divine Sword Sect but could also proudly tell everyone that the Land of Ten Cities has produced a peerless monster.
At the peak of the Seventy-second Small Peak.
"Senior Brother, I accept your concession."
Ye Xiaofan restrained his aura, slowly summoned back the Luoyu Sword, and slightly bowed towards Nalan Linyun, who was over a hundred meters away.
Nalan Linyun silently watched the young man standing before him, then suddenly spat another mouthful of blood, eyes full of melancholy, and after a long time let out a deep sigh, eyes filled with unwillingness.
"It took me a full four years to ascend the Seventy-two Small Peaks, experiencing countless challenges, while you did it in less than a year and a half, achieving all that I have in four years with just one battle."
"Is this... the difference in talent?"
"Hehe."
"Haha, hahaha... "
After speaking, Nalan Linyun first let out a self-deprecating smile, then burst into a chorus of anguished laughter, echoing throughout the peak of the Seventy-second Small Peak.
However, after a brief period of self-adjustment, Nalan Linyun slowly stood up, let out a deep sigh, pulled out the heavy sword from the ground, and walked down the peak step by step.
"You’ve won. This Small Peak is yours."
As Nalan Linyun passed by Ye Xiaofan, he uttered only helpless words.
Seeing this, Ye Xiaofan could only watch the lonely back of his opponent in silence, for this is the survival rule of the Martial Soul Continent: the fittest survive, the weak are eliminated. If it were Ye Xiaofan who was defeated today, he too would leave in despair.
It wasn’t until Nalan Linyun’s figure disappeared from the Seventy-second Small Peak that Ye Xiaofan withdrew his gaze. Instead of staying, he slowly looked towards the Seventy-first Small Peak and then gently lifted his step and headed towards that place.
As the endless disciples and elders of the Divine Sword Sect watched this scene, one by one, they looked up in shock and astonishment.
"What? Is he... is he really going to challenge again?"
"Oh my, he’s really continuing and has already headed towards the Seventy-first Small Peak."
In an instant, the entire Divine Sword Sect was like a struck lightning, with countless gazes gathering, all filled with uncontrolled shock.
And countless veteran disciples who were not around the Seventy-second Small Peak also started moving swiftly towards that place.
Countless veteran disciples of the Divine Sword Sect began to converge from all directions.
If the previous challenge to Nalan Linyun hadn’t drawn so much attention, now it was enough to draw cultivators like Wang Yang.
At this moment, at the pinnacle of the Spirit Sword Peak, the Second Holy Peak, the Divine Sword Sect, and countless Spirit Peaks.
Ye Xiaotian, Luo Qingxian, Luo Qingchen, Ning Xianyi, Nangong Jianchen, Shangguan Wan’Er, Li Chunyang, Li Chunfeng, Jian Zhu, Mu Yan, Ning Canghai, and others all stared intently at that figure.
Almost all the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect were staring at that figure, their eyes filled with extreme astonishment.
It was evident that his goal was not only the Seventy-second Small Peak; he seemed to want to continue challenging.
At the peak of the Seventy-first Small Peak, a youth with a terrifying aura quietly watched the slowly ascending figure, appearing extremely surprised, with bright eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.
Ye Xiaofan ascended step by step, his expression not much affected. Since the entire Divine Sword Sect was watching him, since everyone was waiting to see Ye Xiaofan make a fool of himself, then let this terrifying wave come even more fiercely!
