Chapter 949
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As the power of the Myriad Laws coalesced, the strength emanating from Ye Wushuang’s body continued to soar, gathering with each passing moment. In the distance, the rumble of thunder grew louder, as if heralding a storm. Behind him, three ethereal, dark blue Thunder Realms materialized, their forms almost tangible, unleashing a torrent of thunderous energy.
“Spiritual Thunder Seal!”
With a resounding cry from within his heart, Ye Wushuang’s hands clenched tightly before spreading apart. One by one, Spiritual Thunder Seals began to form between his palms, each one pulsating with the terrifying might of thunder. The seals were compressed to their utmost limit, radiating an almost palpable aura of power.
One seal… two seals… eight seals… nine seals!
When the ninth seal materialized, the thunder within the three Thunder Realms behind him still roared with half its might remaining. Yet, having reached the realm of the Myriad Laws, Ye Wushuang’s mastery of the Nine Revolutions of Primordial Thunder was far from exhausted. Compared to the Heavenly Big Dipper realm, the power of a warrior in the Myriad Laws realm was exponentially greater, with a physical form capable of withstanding far more.
After the ninth seal, a tenth emerged. But the process did not cease there. The thunder within the three realms continued to howl, and a eleventh seal… a twelfth seal… formed in quick succession. Originally, he could only summon nine seals, but now, Ye Wushuang had twelve thunderous shadows firmly grasped between his hands, within the confines of his small world.
“Taste the fury of this thunder!”
With a shout, the twelve seals aligned in a straight line.
“Go!”
Though each seal was no larger than a thumb, they descended one after another from the heavens, striking with unimaginable force.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
The seals collided with the blood-red giant sword wielded by Dongfang Xiu in mid-air, creating a deafening roar that seemed to tear apart the very fabric of existence. The clash of thunder and blood sword rent the sky and the earth, and within a radius of dozens of miles, nothing could withstand the destructive power of their battle. At the epicenter, endless blood-red sword qi and thunderous light interwove, lingering for what felt like an eternity.
It took a full teatime before the heavens and the earth gradually calmed down. During this period, no one dared to approach the area where thunder and sword qi intertwined. Only after another teatime did the dozen or so Myriad Laws realm cultivators from the Sacred Dan Sect, who had arrived with Dongfang Xiu, dare to move closer.
At the heart of the devastation, a massive crater nearly a thousand zhang in diameter had formed in the ground. Within that pit lay a corpse, completely charred and blackened. The area around the corpse, within a hundred zhang, was also scorched and still emitted a low, rumbling thunder.
“Dongfang Xiu!”
The faces of the Sacred Dan Sect cultivators turned pale. Dongfang Xiu was one of the most outstanding young talents in the Sacred Dan Sect, a peerless genius among those in their twenties. His death here would surely enrage the higher-ups of the Sacred Dan Sect. Yet, there was no sign of Ye Wushuang in the pit. Had he managed to escape after killing Dongfang Xiu?
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A hundred li away from the battlefield, deep within the forest, Ye Wushuang staggered into a secluded valley and collapsed. His body was covered in bloodied wounds, the marks left by sword qi that had grazed his flesh. By the edge of a small pond in the valley, he removed his Tianyan Armor. This top-tier heavenly artifact, a reward from the Tianyan Empire during the Hundred Kingdoms’ Martial Contest, had been utterly destroyed in his battle with Dongfang Xiu.
With the armor off, his body revealed a network of sword wounds, though most were superficial and could be healed with some spiritual liquids and medicinal herbs. It was clear that Ye Wushuang had fought with all his might against Dongfang Xiu. His recent ascension to the first level of the Myriad Laws, and his lack of a royal-level technique, had put him at a disadvantage. But this also meant that the few peerless geniuses among the Seven Hegemons were truly deserving of their reputations.
Even without a royal-level technique or complete mastery of the Myriad Laws, Ye Wushuang was now capable of taking on cultivators at the fifth or sixth level of the Myriad Laws. Yet Dongfang Xiu was only at the third level. If he had been at the fourth level, Ye Wushuang might have had to resort to the primal power within the Nine-Heavens Spirit-Taming Pagoda.
The world was never short of prodigies. After cleaning his wounds and taking some spiritual liquids and medicinal herbs, Ye Wushuang finally let out a sigh of relief. Now, the most important thing was to grasp the mysteries of the Myriad Laws and cultivate a royal-level technique.
