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.
Clad 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!
This 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 is Young Master Ye at now?”
“Heavenly Gang Realm, eighth level!”
Li Baifan immediately said, “In that case, I will suppress my own strength to the eighth level of the Heavenly Gang Realm and learn three moves from Young Master Ye!”
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang said nothing.
Soon, the Blue-Winged Thunder Falcon landed.
The people of Spirit Sword Mountain dispersed, vigilantly guarding their surroundings.
On the ground.
The crowd spread out.
Ye Wushuang and Li Baifan stood ten zhang apart.
“Three-move sparring, regardless of victory or defeat, it ends there,” Li Baifan bowed and said, “I merely admire Young Master Ye’s reputation and wish to spar, nothing more.”
“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, Fifth Patriarch Li Hong 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 one of the top ones.
Did Ye Wushuang really think that by killing Li Qin, Li Xinheng, and Li Xinyue brothers in the Hundred Nations Martial Contest, he could look down upon everyone else?
The two figures’ auras gradually rose.
Ye Wushuang’s body gathered eight layers of Heavenly Gang energy.
He had been cultivating these past few days and had successfully reached the eighth level as he wished.
Li Baifan also gathered eight layers of gang energy to protect himself.
“The first move!”
As soon as Li Baifan spoke, his entire figure became like a sword, radiating an irresistible aura.
Streams of Heavenly Gang energy coalesced into the form of a ferocious 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 a very famous peak-grade spiritual technique within the Li Clan. Cultivators could use their gang energy to transform into various forms of fierce beasts such as tigers, lions, and pythons, thereby unleashing the might of these beasts.
The beast that Li Baifan had condensed was in the form of a third-stage peak Black Sand Pattern Tiger.
The entirely gang energy-formed Black Sand Pattern Tiger, towering a hundred zhang high, roared with momentum as it lunged at Ye Wushuang.
Seeing this, Ye Wushuang did not summon the Tianya Sword, nor did he use the Heavenly Gang Seven-Element Sword Technique.
He took a step forward.
Rolling thunderous sounds rumbled within him.
In Ye Wushuang’s abdomen, a spiritual mansion condensed.
This was not the spiritual mansion of the Yuanfu Realm, but a thunder mansion condensed from the spiritual thunder of the Blue-Winged Thunder Falcon.
The first spiritual mansion, he had finally succeeded in condensing it these past few days.
Then, Ye Wushuang clenched his palm.
The rolling thunder within him merged with the Heavenly Gang energy.
The Ninefold Primordial Thunder Technique!
Thunder Seal!
Kill!
Instantly, Ye Wushuang clenched his palm, and three thunder seals leaped into view.
Each thunder seal was triangular, and the three seals formed a pincer formation, charging out directly.
The thunder seals were only the size of a palm, a stark contrast to the hundred-zhang ferocious tiger that Li Baifan had condensed.
However…
As the thunder seals struck out, colliding with the tiger’s body.
Boom!!!
A deafening roar echoed through 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 level of the Heavenly Gang Realm; it was even more terrifying than his own ninth level.
