"Twenty years ago, Ye Jinyu captured three battalions of my Red Sleeve Army and severely damaged the Six Great Supervisors."
Jin Zhihuan stared coldly at Ye Xingchen: "There are few people in the world who can match his courage and strength. Since you are Ye Jinyu's son, and since you have come to Jinluo City to challenge him just like Ye Jinyu did twenty years ago, you must have something special about you."
"If I really treated you as an ordinary Celestial Realm cultivator, then I would have truly lost."
Jin Zhihuan pointed forward into the air, and a jade ruler appeared in his hand. This jade ruler was his signature weapon, the Inch-Sky Ruler.
He said coldly, "Even a lion will fight a rabbit with all its might, and besides, you are Ye Xingchen, Ye Jinyu's son."
"Okay." Ye Xingchen nodded slowly, then his lips curved into a smile: "I'm curious, why are you taking me so seriously? Is it because I put too much pressure on you, or is it because my father instilled fear in you twenty years ago, so much so that you can't forget him even after twenty years, and you don't dare to underestimate his son when he comes?"
“Your father has his own strength, and you have yours.” Jin Zhihuan’s jade ruler trembled slightly, emitting a faint white mist: “Neither of you, father and son, are good people.”
"Ye Xingchen, you were able to cleave Giant Spirit Peak in two with a single sword strike and crush nearly a thousand guards of Misty Hidden Mountain. The two women you brought were able to kill hundreds of experts from my Jinluo City, and even my two brothers died at their hands."
"So I think it's not shameful to treat you with the utmost care, because you have truly made me feel a sense of crisis."
"Is this your affirmation of me? Then thank you." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "It is a good thing that the famous Lord of Jinluo City treats me so seriously."
"Have you finished spouting nonsense?" Jin Zhihuan stared coldly at Ye Xingchen: "You killed my only son and two of my brothers. Our feud has reached the point of no return."
"Once you've finished giving your last words, let's not waste any more time. I'm going to take your head and offer it as a sacrifice to the heavens."
"I have no last words to say, and neither do you, because you have no one to say anything to." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
"Then prepare to die." Jin Zhihuan flicked the measuring ruler in his hand, and a white mist condensed out of thin air, instantly enveloping the two people in a three-zhang radius.
Moreover, a white light extended outwards from Jin Zhihuan's feet in all directions, forming a huge Bagua pattern.
"So what you comprehended from the Rootless Scripture was the Eight Methods of Qimen Dunjia." Looking at the Bagua diagram beneath his feet and the white mist surrounding him like clouds, Ye Xingchen knew that he was already inside the formation.
This formation has a name: "The Eight Methods of Qimen".
"The Rootless Scripture encompasses everything, and there are countless interpretations from thousands of people. The Eight Extraordinary Techniques I have gleaned from it can form a complete array on its own, and within this array, I can control everything." Jin Zhihuan sneered, slowly raising the jade ruler in his hand: "Ye Xingchen, prepare to die."
"Very good." Ye Xingchen nodded, toying with the sword pellet in his hand: "You don't need to waste words, let's begin."
Jin Zhihuan sneered, and with a flick of his jade ruler, he slashed at Ye Xingchen.
Within the formation of the Eight Methods of Qimen, he can control everything. His Inch Heaven Ruler can stir up a thousand waves with just one foot, and everything around him will change unpredictably.
At this moment, almost all of them emerged, including ocean waves and hurricanes.
Jin Zhihuan only wanted to save Ye Xingchen's life, so he went all out from the start, leaving no room for retreat.
Ye Xingchen waved his right hand forward, and the Crimson Sky Sword condensed into a three-foot-long blade of light. With a flick of his wrist, the Crimson Sky Sword suddenly shot forward, heading straight for Jin Zhihuan.
Facing such a master, he dared not be careless and immediately unleashed his full power. The golden crest on his forehead reappeared, and lightning flickered on the Crimson Sky sword in his hand.
Within the Qimen Bafa formation, the outside world is clearly a different world.
In this place, Jin Zhihuan can control the five elements, and wind, waves, ice, snow, and even fire can be manifested.
What this guy gleaned from the Rootless Scripture is incredibly powerful; it's no longer martial arts, it's technique.
Ye Xingchen's moves were wide and sweeping, and the sword light conjured by the Crimson Sky Sword in his hand seemed chaotic, but in fact, every strike was perfectly timed.
No matter how strong Jin Zhihuan's attacks were, he could always deflect them with a single sword strike.
Suddenly, Jin Zhihuan intensified his attack. He kept changing positions within the Qimen Eight Formations, then leaped up from behind Ye Xingchen, raising the jade ruler in his hand high and slashing it down at Ye Xingchen.
A tremendous force coalesced and slashed down at Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen quickly turned around. At that moment, he broke through his cultivation level and unleashed his full combat power, forcefully taking a foot of the opponent's strength.
Boom... A huge sound came, and Ye Xingchen took several steps back, supporting himself with the Crimson Cloud in his hand, his blood and qi surging within his body.
But he still managed to withstand the opponent's fatal blow.
"Heh, forcibly breaking through the realm?" Jin Zhihuan laughed loudly: "Ye Xingchen, even if you have now broken through to the realm of mind, there is still a considerable gap between us. You are barely holding on, while my combat strength is far superior. How do you plan to break this deadlock?"
“Since it’s a trap, there must be a way to break it.” Ye Xingchen smiled slightly and said, “You didn’t go all out either, did you? Let me tell you, if you hadn’t gone all out, you probably wouldn’t have been able to defeat me.”
"Is that so? Then I'll do my best to take you down completely and make you die faster." Jin Zhihuan sneered, straightened his back, and suddenly disappeared from the scene, only to reappear in another location within the formation.
This time, his figure spread out, revealing eight figures.
His eight figures were all physical entities, each wielding a Heavenly Ruler from one of the Eight Methods of Qimen, attacking Ye Xingchen from different directions.
Everything around seemed to slow down in that instant.
Ye Xingchen's movements also slowed down, but Jin Zhihuan's eight figures were not slow at all.
Among the Eight Methods of Qimen Dunjia, Jin Zhihuan can control everything. He can slow down Ye Xingchen's time and space, but he himself is unaffected.
This is the difference between martial arts and techniques. The techniques this guy gleaned from the Rootless Scripture are truly formidable.
Just as the eight jade rulers were about to strike Ye Xingchen, the crest on Ye Xingchen's forehead brightened again, a crimson dot on his brow suddenly lit up, and then he gripped the Crimson Cloud tightly with his right hand, followed by a clear whistle, and his figure suddenly became faster.
He pointed the Crimson Sky Sword upwards, and his true energy roared out like a giant dragon.
Lightning crackled above the crimson sky, followed by eight bolts of purple lightning that shot outwards, striking the eight figures conjured by Jin Zhihuan.
Eight streaks of purple lightning, shaped like electric snakes, shot through the air with a tremendous roar.
The third move of the Thunderclap Sword: Thunder Shatters the Eight Directions.
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