Chapter 115 Disappointment

"You do have some skill to block my sword, but that sword was only one-tenth of my full power. If I truly wanted to kill you, one sword would suffice."

As the words fell, Beiliang formed hand seals with both hands, and the swirling ancient sword, carrying a dazzling sword aura, stabbed out suddenly.

"Boom!"

The sword qi surged, sweeping across all directions, the entire sky seemed to transform into a sea of sword qi, surging and rolling, endless sword qi converging on the ancient sword.

At this moment, the ancient sword was peerless, like a divine sword, unparalleled, destroying everything.

"This is... the Snow Dragon's Ocean!" 

At the appearance of this sword, many onlookers were astonished.

The true extent of Beiliang's strength was not widely known, perhaps only Beiwujiang knew it best, but this sword made people keenly feel the terror of Beiliang.

With one sword, the sky changed color, turning into a domain of swords. The mere sword aura could make people submit.

This sword was enough to crush the entire Jinyou domain, unstoppable.

"Dust, be careful."

"Yechen, be careful."

Wu Qingxue and Lin Miaoyin both voiced their worries.

This sword was truly terrifying, with endless sword qi, wherever the gaze reached, there was only sword qi, surging and boundless, making people tremble with despair.

"Nine Nether Platform!"

Yechen remained calm, without any change in expression, gently opening his palm, and the Nine Nether Platform erupted like a flood, violent and brilliant, as if to shatter the sky.

"Descend!"

Yechen pointed his finger, and the Nine Nether Platform burst out, terrifying sword qi colliding, emitting bursts of piercing sounds like thunder.

Then, the Nine Nether Platform shook violently, gradually suppressing and dispelling the endless sword qi until it dissipated completely.

"Clang!"

The ancient sword, like a dragon, descended, emitting a piercing sound, and the two mystic weapons, upon contact, both retreated.

The Nine Nether Platform fell into Yechen's hands, shrinking into a miniature size.

Beiliang reached out to catch the ancient sword, his eyes gradually shining brightly. "So this is your reliance, quite interesting."

His ancient sword was at the peak of imperial grade, inherently possessing strong attack power, but it seemed that Yewuji's mystic weapon was not inferior to his ancient sword, indicating that it must be Yewuji's reliance.

"He blocked it, Yewuji actually blocked Beiliang's sword again!"

People observing from ten miles away were all amazed.

Beiliang's Snow Dragon's Ocean intimidated all directions, making people feel despairing, yet Yewuji managed to block it.

With just this, Yewuji surpassed everyone else.

This kid had the qualifications and arrogance.

This battle was truly wonderful!

"Your strength is only at the sixth level of Emperor Martial Arts. Even with an imperial-grade pinnacle mystic weapon in hand, you have no chance of winning."

Beiliang spoke lightly, his arm suddenly exerting force, causing the ancient sword to tremble again.

"Swoosh!"

The dazzling sword aura swept out, splitting into two, then four, and finally turning into sixteen strands of sword qi, like sixteen sword dragons tearing through the sky, pouncing towards Yechen.

Swoosh!

Within a hundred feet, before the sword qi, it arrived in an instant in front of Yechen, sharp sword qi, as if capable of destroying everything.

"Hum!"

The Nine Nether Platform once again shone, but it was fiercely suppressed by the sixteen strands of sword qi, causing Yechen's body to retreat along with it, almost falling off the Snow Peak.

"It seems that the situation is set. Although Yewuji is unparalleled, he has not yet matured enough to be the enemy of Beiliang, the sect master of Beiliang."

"Perhaps, as the sect master of Beiliang said, in another ten years, even Beihan Palace will definitely not be Yewuji's opponent. It's just a pity that Yewuji doesn't know how to restrain himself, too arrogant, too impulsive, insisting on challenging Beihan Palace today."

"He's seeking his own death."

Watching Yechen being continuously suppressed by Beiliang, the spectators all sighed secretly, while the people of Beihan Palace were excited, showing disdainful smiles.

The many gazes looking at Yechen were as if they were looking at a dead man.

"Although the Nine Nether Platform is an imperial-grade immortal treasure, my soul power is still unable to unleash its full power." Yechen, who was retreating, muttered.

Currently, his soul power was not even as good as Wu Qingxue's. Being able to contend with the power and intent of the ancient sword was already not bad.

In his hands, the Nine Nether Platform still couldn't unleash its full power and suppress Beiliang.

With a twist of his wrist, he retrieved the Nine Nether Platform, and the sky changed dramatically at this moment.

The wind howled, dark clouds covered the sky, held in his palm, he fiercely slapped it.

Immediately, the strong wind howled, the dark clouds fell, and one of the sword qi was shattered.

"Fengshen Palm, break for me!"

Yechen shouted softly, his hands trembling continuously, layers of dark clouds followed the wind, spanning thousands of feet, covering the space, colliding with all the sword qi of Beiliang.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of shattering was earth-shattering, as sixteen strands of sword qi and the Fengshen Palm shattered successively. Yechen took a step forward, arriving above Beiliang's head, condensing the surrounding wind and clouds, pressing down.

"Interesting."

Beiliang finally showed surprise. Despite being only at the sixth level of Emperor Martial Arts, he could actually fight him to such an extent. It seemed that he had underestimated Yewuji.

However, he was not afraid, as if everything was still within his grasp.

The ancient sword trembled, rising into the air, a dazzling sword aura, even more sharp and terrifying, like a dragon soaring, directly aimed at Yechen.

"A thousand mountains and ten thousand peaks turn into snow, one sword, the Snow Dragon slaughters the world!"

Beiliang held the ancient sword, rising into the air, sword qi spanning thousands of feet, the entire sky, like a torn cloth, split in half, sword qi rampant, wind and clouds sweeping, the world seemed to turn into chaos in an instant.

"Bang!"

Yechen's palm print exploded on the sword aura, bursting open instantly. His body flew upwards like a fallen leaf, fluttering weakly in the autumn wind.

A majestic force shook his internal organs, causing them to tremble.

One sword, Yechen was no match.

"The sect master is invincible!"

"Kill Yewuji!"

The people of Beihan Palace were excitedly shouting.

Yewuji continued to retreat, obviously not Beiliang's opponent. The outcome of this battle was already clear. How could the people of Beihan Palace not be excited?

"It's worthy of being an expert on the Emperor's List, a

 sword that dominates the sky and the earth."

"Although Yewuji can fight Beiliang to this extent, it's still amazing, but he's still too inexperienced."

The crowd sighed as they watched.

They had to admit that although Yewuji was indeed unparalleled, being able to contend with Beiliang for a few moves at such a young age was unprecedented in the entire Jiuyou. 

But still, no one was optimistic about him.

How could someone at the sixth level of Emperor Martial Arts contend with an expert on the Emperor's List?

In the eyes of the spectators, the outcome of the battle was already decided at this point.

"Yechen," Lin Miaoyin and others were extremely worried.

Even Wu Qingxue's beautiful face was heavy as she stared at the battlefield.

"Is this your full strength? It's somewhat disappointing."

Yechen shook his head and sighed. His words were full of disappointment, making Beiliang surprised and the crowd amazed.

Disappointed?

Yewuji disappointed him?

Could it be that he hadn't exerted his full strength yet at this point in the battle, and was just toying with Beiliang?