The crowd watching couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitent given the scene before them.
It has begun!
Boom!
As these thoughts crossed their minds, they saw Shang Jie take action without a word atop the Appointnt Fighting Platform.
In an instant, a dazzling display of thunder appeared behind him.
A silver lightning bolt transford suddenly into a massive lightning serpent, aiming to bite down on Ji Haoyuan.
This man turned out to be a cultivator specializing in Thunder Technique.
Ji Haoyuan showed no change in expression upon witnessing this.
They then saw faint strands of lightning sparking in his palm, which soon turned into a blade, slicing gently upwards.
Whoosh!
In the sky, it seed as if an endless dragon shadow trailing countless lightning lights soared upwards.
Those watching thought they heard a low dragon’s roar.
"What is that?"
Before they could react, the soaring dragon shadow flickered with purple blade aura.
A ripping sound echoed through the air.
The lightning serpent charging downward was split in two.
A mighty boom followed.
The divided lightning serpent exploded into endless light particles.
Yet, the dragon shadow blade aura shimring with purple lightning did not dissipate, fiercely slashing towards Shang Jie.
It’s the Purple Thunder Dragon Saber!
This sight caused Shang Jie’s pupils to slightly contract.
He hadn’t expected that his attack would be so easily dispelled by Ji Haoyuan.
This stirred a hint of cold malice in his eyes.
At that mont, he transford into a streak of electricity.
Crack!
Vanished in an instant.
When he reappeared, there was already a five-colored ring shimring in his palm.
Green, red, yellow, white, and blue lightning flashed rapidly on the ring.
Little Five Elents Divine Thunder!
This was the Thunder Dao Divine Power he’d honed after 60 years in seclusion.
It possessed characteristics of complenting and perpetuating each other.
It could break any Daoist Skill of the five elents.
"Interesting."
Seeing Shang Jie wield the Little Five Elents Divine Thunder, a trace of interest flickered deep in Ji Haoyuan’s eyes.
This Thunder Dao Divine Power was sothing even he hadn’t mastered.
As expected from the Ten Thousand Laws Sacred Land, such as the True Monarch of an eighth-level sect.
His techniques, strength, and the Divine Techniques he commanded were truly unrivaled by ordinary True Monarchs.
And this was rely the power of an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple.
Curious what feats those elite inner disciples, core disciples, and the legendary true inheritors possess.
Indeed.
Only by standing on a greater platform can one et more outstanding heroes.
At this mont, Ji Haoyuan couldn’t help but feel stirred.
Not because of dueling Shang Jie, but because of the chance to clash with true Holy Land geniuses soday.
As for Shang Jie before him...
rely a small character along the way, not even an obstacle.
Whoosh——
Ji Haoyuan’s figure suddenly beca a blur.
Next mont, he was engulfed by the Little Five Elents Divine Thunder.
"It’s done!"
A hint of joy flashed in Shang Jie’s eyes.
anwhile, Shanghuai Mountain outside the platform turned ashen-faced.
Having the keen eye of a Great Venerable in Divinity Transformation, his perception was unmatched.
Certainly beyond Shang Jie.
In that instant, seeing discernible tremor in the space Ji Haoyuan stood.
That kid, not yet ascending Divinity Transformation, had already obtained a touch of spatial mastery.
A power not everyone could wield.
Especially since Ji Haoyuan’s cultivation was rely at the Nascent Soul Realm.
Unreasonably, a glint of ferocity flickered in Shanghuai Mountain’s eyes.
If they hadn’t been at odds it’d be different.
But now that they were... unavoidable...
Rumble!
Just as his thoughts raced, a deafening boom erupted from the platform.
Soon followed torrents of five-colored lightning.
This instantly made Shanghuai Mountain’s eyes narrow, ntally exclaiming "Not good".
Boom!
In that sa tick.
A resplendent thunderbolt akin to the blazing sun fell from the sky.
Before Shang Jie could react, it struck him squarely.
"How could this be?"
Witnessing the scene where a massive golden mushroom cloud rose around Shang Jie.
Shock was evident in the expressions of those watching.
They clearly saw Ji Haoyuan struck by Shang Jie’s Little Five Elents Divine Thunder.
But now what’s really happening?
Before they could ponder further, a colossal golden hand erged from the sky, reaching into the lingering golden mushroom cloud.
Whoosh!
The cloud surged.
Under the golden hand, surges of ripples stirred in the void.
Next, eyes widened.
That golden hand seed to grab sothing.
They averted their eyes for a closer look.
Gasps were drawn from the crowd.
No reason but the sight laid bare, a figure ridden by countless charred cracks.
Who else would it be but Shang Jie?
Thud——
Seeing the hand toss Shang Jie’s nearly ruined body to the ground.
Only then did Ji Haoyuan’s figure reappear in everyone’s sight.
This person is terrifying...
At that instant, those keen for spectacle wore serious expressions.
They weren’t naive.
From their duel, they saw that Nanhua hadn’t exerted full strength.
aning his real power surpassed ordinary Inner Sect Disciple.
Boom!
At that sa mont.
Not far away Shanghuai Mountain, witnessing Shang Jie like a dead dog, couldn’t suppress his rage.
As his Great Venerable presence burst forth.
Change swept through the skies.
Everything seed veiled in darkness.
Everyone nearby felt their chest tighten, even breathing beca tougher.
"Good, very good!"
Suddenly.
Shanghuai Mountain glared at Ji Haoyuan.
His gaze chilling.
Yet Ji Haoyuan wasn’t daunted by this deanor, rather he lightly raised an eyebrow, looking over to Nangong Jin, saying:
"May I ask Elder Nangong, is there so rule where Inner Sect Disciples mustn’t injure their opponent?"
"If not, why does Elder Shang react this way?"
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