As soon as he finished speaking, everyone booed in unison. No one had imagined that Ye Xiu was already so arrogant to this extent.
Wanting to kill Yue Wuya?
Is he qualified?
Fan Tong nervously gripped the Green Dragon Saber in his hand. General, young master is serious about this! What should we do?
Ye Haotian's gaze was extremely deep, with a thick worried look in his eyes. I always feel like Xiu is still hiding something from us.
Since Ye Xiu came back this time, his personality was drastically different from before. Moreover, whether it was his realm or comprehension, Ye Xiu could be said to have heaven-defying potential.
I don't know why, but Ye Haotian was starting to have some expectations. After all, he couldn't protect Ye Xiu for a lifetime. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, Ye Xiu would eventually need to grow up.
On the lower tier throne, Yue Guan let out a cold snort, looking at Ye Xiu with extreme disdain. My son has the Tyrant Ice Physique. No matter how extraordinary you are, you are no match for my son.
Yue Guan had absolute confidence.
Yue Wuya's cold eyes gazed at Ye Xiu. He suddenly let out a mocking cold laugh and said, Your underworld ghosts? Good rhetoric, but you need to have the ability!
Let me tell you the truth, I was able to become the Northern Ice Star Emperor's personal disciple, precisely because I possess the Tyrant Ice Physique!
Now, let me show you! Yue Wuya drew out the long sword at his waist. The sword glow fluctuated, and strands of icy white stellar power emerged. In an instant, an extremely low icy coldness spread out.
On the cold sword, the sharp edge was revealed. Under the scorching sun at noon, one could clearly see countless tiny ice crystals suspended in the air around the sword.
At the same time, layers of thin ice also spread out from under Yue Wuya's feet, and an extremely overbearing icy power roared forth.
When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but cry out in shock.
It's actually the top-ranked Tyrant Ice Physique!
The reason the Tyrant Ice Physique is ranked at the top is because the icy aura it condenses is several times colder than ordinary cold ice, and it possesses absolutely overbearing power!
Yue Wuya was born with the saint-level Tyrant Ice Physique. No matter what heaven-defying means Ye Xiu had, it would be futile. Now that they knew Yue Wuya had the Tyrant Ice Physique, Fan Tong and Ye Haotian's expressions drastically changed.
The Tyrant Ice Physique was too strong.
How could Ye Xiu possibly be a match?
Cang Xuanyue's beautiful eyes trembled slightly as she looked at Ye Xiu, and her gaze unconsciously revealed a hint of worry that she tried to conceal but couldn't completely hide.
However, Ye Xiu's next words stunned everyone present.
Ye Xiu disdainfully said, "Tyrant Ice Physique? Very strong?"
I've said that you're not my one-move match. Even if you have a decent physique, in my eyes, you're nothing but trash.
Just trash!
Damn, this was simply arrogance beyond limits!
Calling the Tyrant Ice Physique trash, was this guy's head flooded? Didn't he know what the Tyrant Ice Physique represented?
Very strong?
To Ye Xiu, even trash was better than this piece of trash. Although the Flawless Physique wasn't a combat physique, it was still ranked in the top three hundred, completely crushing the Tyrant Ice Physique.
As for the Saint Star Physique, there was no need to mention it. Among the tens of thousands of physiques, it was ranked number one!
Two physiques, either one could easily crush the trash Tyrant Ice Physique!
Yue Wuya tightly gritted his teeth, his eyes spewing out boundless fury.
This guy repeatedly belittled him, and now even mocked his Tyrant Ice Physique!
I believe that when I trample you beneath my feet, you will regret the words you just said!
Yue Wuya roared loudly. In that instant, his sword quivered, and a sharp cold aura burst forth.
The crowd exclaimed. That was Sword Intent! He had already reached the entry level boundary.
To be able to comprehend Sword Intent at such a young age, plus the Tyrant Ice Physique, Ye Xiu no longer had any chance.
Use a sword?
Wait a minute. Just as Yue Wuya was about to make his move, Ye Xiu suddenly spoke up to stop him.
What was this guy doing?
Then, to everyone's bewilderment, Ye Xiu shouted, "Anyone have a spare sword? Lend me one."
Everyone was baffled. What the f*ck? This brat knows how to use a sword?
"I'll give you one." A mocking voice rang out as a young master stood up and directly tossed his sword to Ye Xiu.
"Thanks." Ye Xiu reached out and grasped the long sword.
"Don't embarrass the sword since you're using one." Yue Wuya said coldly.
Ye Xiu smiled and said, "Since you're a Sword Cultivator, then let's determine the winner with the way of the sword."
Just what was the young master trying to pull? Every time Ye Xiu said or did something, Fan Tong's heart would lurch with fear.
I don't know either. Even Ye Haotian was completely puzzled by Ye Xiu now.
After all, Yue Wuya had comprehended entry-level Sword Intent. Although it wasn't powerful, it was enough for him to lord over many peers his age.
Yet Ye Xiu wanted to duel with swords. One must know that even with strong comprehension ability, it would still take at least a few years to comprehend Sword Intent, just like how Yue Wuya had spent a full three to four years before comprehending entry-level Sword Intent.
As for Ye Xiu, he hadn't even touched a sword since he was young.
As for Ye Xiu's thoughts, since he wanted everyone to see Yue Wuya being crushed under him, he would naturally have to defeat Yue Wuya in his strongest domain to further highlight that Yue Wuya wasn't even qualified to tie his shoes!
"Hahaha, how laughable. You want to duel with the identity of a Sword Cultivator? Good, since you want to use a sword so much, then I'll let you see what a true Sword Cultivator is!"
"One Sword Scripture!"
The icy starlight condensed on the long sword, and Yue Wuya's gaze chilled.
"Yellow-grade top-quality One Sword Scripture, great circle of completion!"
Ye Xiu slowly drew the long sword out of its scabbard, and an extremely sharp sword radiance flashed out.
Ye Xiu faintly smiled and said, "One Sword Scripture? I seem to know it too."
Hum—
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