Chapter 897
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Ye Wushuang, Qing Shiyu, and Su Jin Yue stepped out from the palace on the back of the Blue-Winged Thunder Falcon at this moment. Dressed in white, untarnished by the dust of the world, the young man appeared more formidable and mature than when he first entered the Imperial Capital. When Li Baifan saw Ye Wushuang, he was slightly taken aback. Ye Wushuang was even younger than he had imagined! Such a young man had dominated the Hundred Nations Martial Contest, taking away all seven treasures. It was truly inconceivable.
“Thank you!” Li Baifan smiled and said, “What realm has Young Master Ye reached now?”
“Heavenly Gang Realm, eighth layer!”
Li Baifan immediately replied, “In that case, I will suppress my own strength to the eighth layer of the Heavenly Gang Realm and exchange three moves with Young Master Ye!”
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang said nothing. Soon, the Blue-Winged Thunder Falcon landed. The people of the Spirit Sword Mountain scattered, vigilantly guarding their surroundings. On the ground, everyone spread out. Ye Wushuang and Li Baifan stood ten zhang apart.
“Three moves of sparring, regardless of victory or defeat, will end it,” Li Baifan clasped his hands and said, “I merely admire Young Master Ye’s reputation and wish to spar, with no other intentions.”
“Fine!” Ye Wushuang nodded and said, “But… if I kill you within three moves, don’t blame me.”
Upon hearing this, Li Baifan’s smile froze. In the distance, Li Hong, the fifth patriarch of the Li Clan, also snorted coldly. Kill Li Baifan in three moves? Ye Wushuang was really boasting! Although Li Baifan was not the strongest genius among those in the Li Clan in their twenties, he was definitely among the top. Did Ye Wushuang really think that by killing Li Qin, Li Xinheng, and Li Xinyue during the Hundred Nations Martial Contest, he could look down on everyone else?
The two figures’ auras gradually rose. Ye Wushuang’s body condensed eight layers of Heavenly Gang energy. Having been cultivating these past few days, he had successfully reached the eighth layer as he had wished. Li Baifan also condensed eight layers of energy to protect himself.
“The first move!” As Li Baifan spoke, his entire figure became like a sword, radiating an irresistible aura. Strands of Heavenly Gang energy coalesced into the form of a fierce tiger, baring its teeth and claws, lunging at Ye Wushuang.
“The Li Clan’s Beast Mastery Transformation Technique!” Yuwen Yi couldn’t help but exclaim. This was an extremely famous top-tier spiritual technique within the Li Clan. Practitioners could use their own energy to transform into various powerful beasts such as fierce tigers, raging lions, and giant pythons, thereby unleashing the might of these beasts. The beast that Li Baifan had condensed was in the form of a peak third-rank Black Sand Pattern Tiger. The entirely energy-formed Black Sand Pattern Tiger, towering a hundred zhang high, roared with momentum as it pounced towards Ye Wushuang.
Seeing this, Ye Wushuang did not draw the Tianya Sword, nor did he use the Heavenly Gang Seven-Element Sword Technique. He took a step forward. Rolling thunder rumbled within him. In Ye Wushuang’s abdomen, a primal mansion condensed. This was not the spiritual energy mansion of the Primal Mansion Realm, but a thunder mansion condensed from the Blue-Winged Thunder Falcon’s spiritual thunder energy. The first mansion, he had finally succeeded in condensing it these past few days.
Then, Ye Wushuang clenched his hand. The rolling thunder within him merged with the Heavenly Gang energy. The Ninefold Primordial Thunder Technique! Thunder seal! Kill!
Instantly, Ye Wushuang clenched his hand, and three thunder seals leaped into view. Each thunder seal was triangular, and the three seals were positioned in a pincer formation, charging out directly. The thunder seals were only the size of a palm, a stark contrast to the hundred-zhang fierce tiger that Li Baifan had condensed. However…
When the thunder seals struck out, colliding with the tiger’s body, a deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth. In the instant the two forces touched, Li Baifan’s face turned pale. Ye Wushuang’s attack was not something that could be displayed at the eighth layer of the Heavenly Gang Realm; it was even more terrifying than his own ninth layer. At this moment, Li Baifan completely forgot that he had said he would suppress his strength to the eighth layer. The ninth layer of energy condensed with a roar, forming layers of energy walls in front of him to block the attack.
