"Boom——"
Using the inner strength of the Heavenly Movents Nine Swords as a guide, the power of heaven and earth is awakened, resonating in unison.
The sword qi soaring into the sky transforms into a dragon and phoenix, flying and spiraling, attracting other swords and knives.
Fiery flas and icy snow descend simultaneously, true fire slting the sword soul, while ice forges the sword body.
Up in the sky, thunder rages!
Down on earth, mountains and seas shake!
Even the High Priest, when faced with such formidable and fierce blades, couldn’t help but show a hint of fear.
The reason art and thod and martial arts repel each other is because one derives power from one’s own strength, and the other from external forces.
Two forces that rise and fall in opposition, completely unbalanced.
Thus, those who can simultaneously cultivate art and thod and martial arts are extrely few.
Three hundred years ago, there was only one exceptional Master of Highest Heaven Tower.
To study both art and thod and martial arts simultaneously was already an existence unmatched even by geniuses.
And to rge art and thod with martial arts in one move was simply contrary to all reason!
But Ye Wanlan did it.
No wonder the Jianghu rumors claid that with Princess Yongning’s talent, if she could train in martial arts, she would undoubtedly be a prodigy without equal.
Ye Wanlan’s sword pointed to the sky, ripping through the clouds, revealing an ink-black void.
No sun nor moon, no stars to be seen.
Only the sword light poured down from the Ninth Heaven, countless swords converging, "clanging" several tis, forming a mighty sword river.
The sword river snaking its way like a silver dragon, sword edges forming the dragon’s scales, with countless sword blades casting a chilling light on the scales.
Wherever it passed, gales howled, thunder and sword cries resonated together, shocking the mountains and rivers into cracks, oceans and seas hanging upside down.
Such an imnse power made the High Priest’s expression change, imdiately forming seals with his hands at his chest, golden runes circulating beneath his feet, turning like clockwork gears.
Ti seed frozen for a quarter of a second at that mont!
But in a duel between masters, even a quarter of a second, not to ntion even shorter tis, is enough to accomplish much more.
"Boom!"
As the sword light arrived, the High Priest had already retreated swiftly, dodging perfectly!
Ye Wanlan naturally also caught that quarter-second pause, her eyes narrowed slightly: "Ti Pause..."
Ti and space are the two things most difficult for humans to control.
So when she heard about the existence of the Ti Administration Bureau, she felt it was incredible.
Among the few Ti Punishers she had slain, none had the ability to pause ti, indicating the status of the Cangyuan Great Priest within the Ti Administration Bureau was indeed higher than those few Ti Punishers not even in its ranks.
But evidently, even with the Cangyuan Great Priest’s ability, he could only pause ti for a quarter of a second.
"I said, how can mortal power resist the divine?" The High Priest stood his ground, sleeves waving in the air, not even a speck of dust on his clothes, he looked down at Ye Wanlan, "You must know, you have long been wanted by the Ti Administration Bureau, and fighting would even restrict yourself."
Ye Wanlan remained silent, simply gripping her sword again, launching another attack.
Stones shattered by the sword qi turned to powder, each particle carrying a bloodthirsty sword intent.
"Swish, swish!"
Summoned here, ten thousand weapons condensed into a sword spanning a thousand miles.
At this mont, mountains sheathed it, rivers edged it.
The power of heaven and earth once more descended mightily!
"Stubborn and unyielding!" The High Priest’s hand held a scepter, he raised it, gently tapping in the air.
This enormous sword recoiled a ter, then violently trembled, and astonishingly scattered once more.
"Clatter, clatter——"
The weapons all shattered, turning into scrap iron and falling to the ground.
The High Priest holding the scepter: "Anything else you can show——pfft!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood.
The High Priest slowly lowered his head, seeing a black sword piercing through his chest at his left ventricle.
This is...
Prince, Yan, Sword!
Ye Wanlan also finally found a mont to catch her breath, she coldly said: "You’ve fallen into a trap."
Though the Ten Thousand Swords Sacred move was powerful, it would drain her energy in re seconds, unable to sustain for long.
Thus, she used Ten Thousand Swords Sacred to both test the High Priest’s trump card, and to tempt him away—focusing attention elsewhere.
The real killer move was Prince Yan’s Sword.
As He Jia had said, whether alive or dead, he would stand by her side, protecting her.
Though the High Priest did not belong to Atlantis, coming from the Ti Administration Bureau, he might boast divinity, but his body wasn’t immune to swords, nor impervious like diamond.
With the heart pierced through, even if he could abandon this body, he suffered unprecedented damage.
"Hiss!"
The Prince Yan’s Sword flew out from the High Priest’s chest, returning before the Yan King’s Dharma, its black blade unstained by blood.
The High Priest didn’t fall, his fingers trembled as he touched the blood hole in his left chest, his forehead veins bulging, clearly in agony.
"Heh...hahahaha!" The High Priest gasped, yet laughed wildly, "I could have killed you, if not for this Yan King’s Dharma, you’d have died without a trace from the beginning!"
Indeed, human calculations are never as good as divine intervention.
Even he cannot know what the future holds.
Is this how it ends?
Thousands of years of painstaking effort, thousands of years of patience, thousands of years against wind, frost, snow, and rain!
He was unwilling...unwilling!
Originally, within half a year, he could obtain Atlantis’s Heart of Energy, then absorb billions of Atlantians’ life sources to achieve his goal.
He could beco stronger, and gain more power within the Ti Administration Bureau.
All of this would be thwarted by an ant from a lower dinsion?
The High Priest couldn’t accept it.
But he also knew clearly that today, his flesh would certainly suffer here.
The plan now must preserve one soul and one spirit, and rge them with the other two souls and six spirits!
"Even if the Prince Brother’s Dharma hadn’t appeared, today, you won’t win." Ye Wanlan’s arm trembled slightly from exertion, but her gaze was icy, "Even if I die, I’ll take you with ."
The Dharma began to shrink at this mont, until it returned to a normal human form.
Yet Prince Yan was already tall in stature, even in normal form, he was over 1.9 ters tall.
Years of training and battlefields encountered, he rely stood there, imposing and unmatched in presence.
This was no longer just a Dharma, but nor was it a spirit.
"Dharma?" The tall and handso man seed to laugh lightly, "He thought this king was just a Dharma and that’s fine, but how does even this king’s own sister not recognize ?"
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