Chapter 82 Ye Xian'er VS Descendant of the Undying Heavenly Emperor! A Clash of Prodigies, the Great Emperor's Scripture!
"This is what you call a peerless genius?"
He pointed at Li Teng, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"Clay chicken and clay dog."
Li Teng was furious.
"Arrogant!"
"I possess the qualities of an emperor..."
Before he could finish speaking...
Li Teng took direct action.
He activated the Chaotic Ancient Emperor Talisman with all his might, and the golden chariot burst forth with a light even more dazzling than the sun.
"Cut!"
He transformed into a golden bolt of lightning and charged towards the Divine Prince.
However.
The Divine Prince stood still, without moving an inch.
It was just a gentle swipe of the five-colored divine light behind him.
Brush!
All attacks and divine lights were like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun before that five-colored divine light.
They melted away instantly.
Even Li Teng's golden chariot was completely wiped out.
"What?!"
Li Teng was shocked.
Before he could react...
A slender hand had pierced through layers of defense and gently pressed against his chest.
Bang!
Li Teng felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
He flew out like a kite with a broken string.
He coughed up blood in mid-air, his sternum shattered.
He slammed hard onto the ground and struggled for a long time but couldn't get up.
One move.
Just one move.
Li Teng, who was hailed as having the potential to become an emperor, suffered a crushing defeat!
The entire room fell silent.
On the human side, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.
That's incredible.
This power is so immense that it inspires despair.
They don't even exist in the same dimension.
The Divine Prince withdrew his hand, without even disturbing the wrinkles in his clothes.
He shook his head, his face full of disappointment.
"Too weak."
"They don't even qualify me to warm up."
"Humans are destined to be nothing more than food for the ancient races."
"In this life, the path to the throne belongs to our ancient royal family!"
Arrogant!
Overbearing!
But no one dared to refute it.
Because he has the ability.
Even the Holy Maiden of Yaochi and the Holy Son of Yaoguang who had made their move earlier were now pale-faced, clenching their fists, but dared not step forward.
They know.
Going up there is just like delivering food.
This gap cannot be bridged by courage alone.
Looking at the silent humans, the disdain in the eyes of the Divine Prince deepened.
"How?"
"In such a vast human race, is there not even a single one who can fight?"
"If that's the case, then this Heavenly Court banquet should be changed into a victory celebration banquet for all my races."
His gaze defiantly swept across the high platform.
Although they dared not directly provoke Gu Changsheng, suppressing the human race's prodigies was tantamount to slapping the Heavenly Court in the face.
Gu Changsheng remained seated, his expression indifferent.
He didn't even lift his eyelids.
This is just child's play, not worth his personal involvement.
But.
Since the apprentice is here, he will naturally take over the work.
"Master."
The woman in white, who had been standing beside Gu Changsheng like a transparent person, suddenly spoke.
Her voice was clear and cool, like a mountain spring.
"This disciple is willing to fight on behalf of the human race."
Gu Changsheng nodded slightly.
"Go."
Go easy on him, don't kill him.
"After all, they are guests from afar."
These words were spoken casually.
But to the ears of the crowd, it sounded incredibly arrogant.
Don't kill him!
Does that mean you can kill someone anytime you want?
A flash of anger crossed the eyes of the Divine Prince.
When has he, a son of a god, ever been so despised?
Just then.
A white figure gracefully landed in the arena.
It was a woman.
Dressed in white, her hair as black as a waterfall.
Her appearance was stunning, yet she exuded a cold indifference that kept people at a distance.
There was no powerful aura emanating from her.
Just like an ordinary person.
But when she stood there.
The sound of swords echoing faintly came from the surrounding void.
Ye Xian'er.
The protagonist's eldest disciple.
She is also a future female sword immortal.
She looked at the Divine Prince, but did not draw her sword.
She simply extended one hand and made a "please" gesture.
"Human, Ye Xian'er."
Please enlighten me.
Dressed in white, whiter than snow.
These four words seemed tailor-made for the woman in front of him.
As that cold voice faded, Ye Xian'er slowly walked out from beside Gu Changsheng.
She walked slowly and lightly, as if she were walking on clouds.
She was like a celestial being, untouched by worldly affairs, who had strayed into this bustling mortal world.
She was extremely beautiful.
It was an exquisite beauty that defied description; her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, and her eyes were like autumn waters.
But those eyes were too calm.
It was as still as a stagnant pool, reflecting not a ripple.
This kind of temperament made her stand out from the surrounding alien races who were full of bloodlust and murderous intent.
Yet there is a strange harmony to it all.
It's like a pure blue lotus blooming in this turbid world, standing apart from the world.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
"It's her?"
"The Heavenly Emperor's chief disciple?"
Many human cultivators recognized Ye Xian'er.
After all, she had always been by the side of the Heavenly Emperor. Although she usually kept a low profile, her unique temperament was unforgettable.
"Is this the female sword immortal?"
"So young..."
"Can she handle it? Her opponent is the Divine Prince!"
Although Ye Xian'er's appearance amazed everyone, concerns continued to arise.
The performance of the Divine Prince just now was too despairing.
Even Li Teng, who possessed the aura of an emperor, was instantly killed in one move. Could this seemingly weak woman withstand even a single finger from the Divine Prince?
The cultivators belonging to the Heavenly Court breathed a sigh of relief.
They had witnessed Ye Xian'er's actions.
The horror of that time still sends chills down my spine when I think about it.
As long as this person takes action, it's a sure thing.
Douluo Continent, before the celestial curtain.
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo Chen Xin suddenly stood up, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand trembled uncontrollably.
"Such pure sword intent!"
"Separated by two worlds, I actually felt a trace of fear..."
Chen Xin stared intently at the woman in white on the screen, his eyes filled with fanaticism.
He practices swordsmanship.
Therefore, he understood even more clearly how terrifying that state of returning to simplicity could be.
Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes also slightly narrowed.
"It's her again..."
"The woman who was taken as a disciple by Gu Changsheng."
"I never imagined that she would grow to this level."
In the picture.
The Divine Prince looked at Ye Xian'er as she walked out, his contempt undiminished.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his purple hair flying, like a young god-king.
He shook his head, his tone full of disappointment.
"Let's go back."
Arrogant.
Boundless arrogance.
Even Li Teng, who had just gotten up from the ground, was deathly pale.
He clutched his collapsed chest, looking at Ye Xian'er in the arena, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
"It's useless..."
"That's the son of an ancient emperor; his bloodline power is too strong."
"Even I lost, so anyone else going up there would only be humiliating themselves."
"..."
Although Li Teng is arrogant, he is not stupid.
That attack just now made him truly realize what an insurmountable barrier is.
That is an insurmountable chasm between mortals and divine bloodlines.
Ye Xian'er did not speak.
She simply stood there quietly, her clothes fluttering in the breeze.
She didn't even flinch at the Divine Prince's mockery.
It's like listening to a fly buzzing.
...
On the high platform.
Gu Changsheng looked at the scene below with a calm expression.
He tapped the armrest lightly.
"Since it's a friendly competition, there has to be some kind of prize."
Gu Changsheng waved his hand casually.
A golden light flew out from his sleeve and hovered above the main hall.
It was a jade slip.
It is crystal clear and exudes an ancient and weathered aura.
Around the jade slip, Daoist runes pulsed, faintly emanating a grand chanting sound.
"This is a scripture of the Great Emperor."
Gu Changsheng said calmly.
"Whoever wins, this scripture belongs to them."
"..."
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