Supreme Monarch of Eternity

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Xiao Jin’s eyes clearly betrayed his astonishment as he looked at the young man before him, three or four years his junior.

“It seems your recent rise to fame is not undeserved,” Xiao Jin muttered, his voice heavy with reluctance to admit it.

“Is that so?” Faced with his opponent’s grudging compliment, Ye Wushuang merely smiled and said, “So this is all there is to the formidable Xiao Jin, the ruthless fighter?”

A roar of astonishment erupted from the onlookers.

“It seems you truly have an abundance of confidence,” Xiao Jin remarked, his voice steady despite the situation. He tightened his grip on the broadsword with one hand.

“My sword knows only one technique: to kill,” he declared. As soon as the words left his lips, a second strike was unleashed.

The fierce and domineering sword energy seemed to converge into a single point in an instant, then expanded outward, rushing straight toward Ye Wushuang. The sword energy transformed into nine successive sword shadows, each one following the other like a sudden storm, exuding a terrifying killing intent.

“Break!” A low, resounding shout escaped Xiao Jin’s lips as a terrifying aura burst forth from within him once more, further amplifying the momentum of the nine sword energies.

Watching the sword energy approach, Ye Wushuang remained composed.

“Tear the wind, gather the palm!” he shouted. In the brief distance his hands swept through, it seemed as though he had summoned a mountain-like, awe-inspiring presence.

The sword came slashing down.

The palm met it head-on.

Boom…

A violent explosion resounded.

Everyone saw the nine sword energies, one after another, rushing toward Ye Wushuang. Yet the palm print before him stood firm as a mountain, unyielding and proud.

Each sword energy collided with the palm print and shattered. One after another, they were dispelled before they could reach Ye Wushuang.

At this moment, Xiao Jin’s expression wavered.

“Slash!” he cried, his broadsword descending from above, the tip striking the ground and sparking.

A concentrated burst of sword energy surged from the ground, rushing toward Ye Wushuang, as if to tear him apart.

“Tear the wind, split with the finger!” Ye Wushuang thrust out a single finger, his spiritual energy howling. The finger strike pressed down with a force as thick as a mountain and as terrifying as the ocean.

Boom!!!

The solid ground trembled as the sword energy and finger strike collided.

The sword energy burst apart, but the residual force of the finger strike roared toward Xiao Jin’s face.

Xiao Jin’s expression changed dramatically; he had not anticipated that Ye Wushuang would not only withstand his attack but also turn the tables and strike back.

The broadsword was held horizontally in front of him, and Xiao Jin stood like a statue, unyielding.

Clang!!!

The finger strike pressed down.

The clanging sound erupted once more.

Ultimately, Xiao Jin could not withstand the terrifying force. His footing wavered, and he staggered backward, collapsing to his knees with a thud and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Before Xiao Jin could recover, Ye Wushuang had already closed the distance, delivering a domineering punch that smashed down.

Xiao Jin raised his sword to block, but the punch’s force was unstoppable.

Boom…

The broadsword trembled, and Xiao Jin’s face turned even paler.

“Puh…”

Another mouthful of blood was spat out, and the broadsword clattered to the ground.

Difference!

At this moment, Xiao Jin felt the gap between himself and Ye Wushuang.

If he was a boulder, Ye Wushuang was more like a mountain.

Despite being one level higher in cultivation than Ye Wushuang!

Yet… Ye Wushuang’s spiritual energy was more explosive, and his control over the spirit techniques was superior.

“Where is your arrogance now?”