485: Chapter 485 The Heavenly Emperor (50)

Xiao Qianjue stood up from the ruins and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He stared at the black-clad youth standing in front of the Saintess, his gaze icy.

"Heavenly Tyrant Body."

He recognized that bronze luster on Xiang Tian's body, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.

"People from the Hegemon Palace sure stick their noses in everywhere."

Xiang Tian cracked his neck, making a series of clicking sounds.

"Cut the crap. If you're not satisfied, feel free to fight back."

Xiang Tian's words were direct, every syllable carrying the innate pride of the Tyrant Body lineage.

Xiao Qianjue's eyes grew cold.

"What is your relationship with the Ye family?"

"None."

"I just simply don't like the look of you."

The moment those words fell.

Xiao Qianjue moved.

His speed was absurdly fast. The instant his long saber left its sheath, gray Saber Intent transformed into an arc, silently skimming across the ground.

Xiang Tian's expression changed slightly as he instantly pushed his Tyrant Body power to its limit.

Bang!

He met the Saber Intent with a punch, his bronze-colored fist force colliding violently with the gray saber glow.

The shockwave overturned a layer of the surrounding ground, sending crushed stones flying in all directions.

Xiang Tian's body slid back three steps, his hand webbing feeling numb.

"You've got some skill."

He shook his hand and advanced instead of retreating.

Overlord Fist!

He threw punch after punch, each one carrying the brutal force of a mountain collapsing.

Wide and sweeping, his momentum was unstoppable.

In the outside world, this set of fist techniques would be enough to crush anyone in the same realm.

But Xiao Qianjue didn't fall for it.

His figure flickered unpredictably, his narrow-bladed long saber dancing along the edges of Xiang Tian's fist winds.

He never met a blow head-on, instead cutting in from tricky angles, specifically targeting the gaps between Xiang Tian's punches.

Squelch.

A saber wound appeared on Xiang Tian's ribs, and bronze-colored Tyrant Body blood splattered out.

Xiang Tian let out a muffled groan, but his movements didn't stop.

In his fury, he fought even more fiercely. His fist winds howled, and the entire medicine garden trembled under his assault.

However, the more impatient he became, the more openings he left.

Xiao Qianjue's fighting style was too insidious.

He never engaged in a direct clash, always using the minimum effort to neutralize an attack before following up with a strike from the most uncomfortable angle.

Moreover, that gray Saber Intent was extremely foul, with every strike carrying a bizarre power that eroded the Divine Soul.

No matter how fierce Xiang Tian's punches were, after taking two or three hits, his reaction speed began to slow.

After sixty exchanges.

Xiang Tian's body was covered in seven or eight saber wounds. Although none were fatal, gray Saber Qi lingered in the wounds, constantly eroding his Tyrant Body Origin.

Xiao Qianjue stood five zhang away, his saber held horizontally before him, his tone indifferent.

"If this is the level of the Hegemon Palace, how do you deserve to be compared to my Revered Master?"

"Again!"

Xiang Tian's eyes turned red as he charged forward recklessly.

However, this time, Xiao Qianjue stopped kiting him.

He met the charge head-on.

His long saber swept across, the gray Saber Intent condensed to the extreme.

One strike.

Just one strike.

This strike was incredibly fast, so fast that Xiang Tian's eyes only caught a glimpse of an afterimage.

Pfft.

A wound deep enough to see bone opened on Xiang Tian's chest. He was sent flying by the residual force of the Saber Intent, smashing through a stone wall of the medicine garden.

He struggled to stand, but the gray Saber Qi that had invaded his body was frantically devouring his Tyrant Body Origin, making his limbs feel incredibly heavy.

The watching Prodigies all looked shocked.

The successor of the Hegemon Palace had been defeated.

Xiao Qianjue carried his saber and walked slowly toward Xiang Tian.

"Under the Mad Saber's tutelage, we never leave survivors."

He raised his long saber.

Just as the blade was about to fall.

Ding!

A streak of Sword Qi descended from the sky, accurately parrying Xiao Qianjue's long saber.

A white-clad figure landed in front of Xiang Tian, his Sword Intent awe-inspiring.

Ye Wuchen.

His Qiankun Sacred Body power erupted fully, and a massive phantom of a Qiankun Diagram unfolded behind him, protecting both Xiang Tian and the Saintess.

"Whether it's the Wuji Sword Sect or the Mad Saber Sect..."

Ye Wuchen's voice was icy.

"You cannot touch people of my Ye family."

Xiao Qianjue stepped back twice, narrowing his eyes as he sized up Ye Wuchen.

"Ye Wuchen? The one once hailed as the number one Prodigy of the Ye family's current generation?"

Ye Wuchen didn't waste words and attacked directly.

Activating the Qiankun Sword Dao, he sent an upright and overwhelming wave of sword light pressing forward.

His sword moves were completely different from Xiang Tian's fist techniques; they were grand and rigorous, each strike sealing off Xiao Qianjue's paths for retreat and counterattack.

Xiao Qianjue was forced to take several blows head-on, and a hint of solemnity finally appeared on his face.

"Interesting."

His saber techniques began to change.

They were no longer the tricky, kiting style from before, but became fierce, each strike carrying an overwhelming intent to kill.

Clang, clang, clang.

Saber and sword clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Although Ye Wuchen's sword moves were exquisite, Xiao Qianjue's saber techniques were even more treacherous.

After ten exchanges, Ye Wuchen's sword momentum was disrupted twice.

After twenty exchanges, a saber wound appeared on his arm.

Right then, Xiang Tian forced himself to stand up.

He didn't speak, nor was there any extra communication.

He stepped out, cutting into the battlefield from the flank and throwing a punch at Xiao Qianjue's back.

Xiao Qianjue sidestepped to avoid it, his long saber slashing horizontally.

Xiang Tian didn't dodge, tanking the strike to get close and land a punch on Xiao Qianjue's shoulder.

Xiao Qianjue was shaken back three steps, but his long saber also left a bloody gash on Xiang Tian's thigh.

The two didn't look at each other or discuss anything.

But from this moment on, a coordination was formed.

Ye Wuchen used Sword Qi from a distance to restrain and block Xiao Qianjue's movement paths.

Xiang Tian used his Tyrant Body to fight head-on at close range, using his body to trade for opportunities to get in close.

One far and one near, one soft and one hard.

Xiao Qianjue's expression turned ugly.

He was indeed being pinned down.

But that was all.

After a hundred exchanges, the wounds on both their bodies increased.

Xiao Qianjue was too strong. Even when besieged by the two of them, he could still find gaps in their cooperation to accurately land a lethal strike.

"The two of you combined..."

Xiao Qianjue flickered to avoid a streak of Ye Wuchen's Sword Qi and backhanded a strike to knock away Xiang Tian's iron fist.

"...are still lacking."

He was telling the truth.

Although Ye Wuchen and Xiang Tian were working together, they were essentially two independent combat styles being forced together; their chemistry was far from perfect.

Xiao Qianjue was only one person, but his saber techniques were a seamless whole, his transitions between offense and defense flowing like water, giving his opponents no room to breathe.

The situation was still within Xiao Qianjue's control.

...

The deepest part of the Heavenly Emperor's Tomb.

Ye Yun stood before a desolate and deathly silent ancient altar, his brow furrowed.

Spiritual Qi was depleted here, and there was no sign of life.

Even the air was thick with a stale, decaying smell.

The scent of the primordial sacred fluid had cut off here again.

He activated his Heavenly Eye, and golden divine light scanned the entire altar thoroughly.

No hidden spaces.

No concealed Formations.

Nothing at all.

This was already the third time.

The first time was an ancient tree that had been dead for countless eras.

The second time was a stone tablet shattered into two halves.

The third time was this empty altar before him.

Three tracks, three dead ends.

Every trace of the primordial sacred fluid's aura was real, but every destination was empty.

It was as if it had been taken away.

Ye Yun remained silent for a long time.

He crouched down, rubbing the ancient patterns on the altar's surface with his fingers.

His Double Pupils and Heavenly Eye operated simultaneously.

He saw extremely faint traces on the altar.

Someone had been here.

And the time they came was much earlier than when the tomb "appeared."

What did this mean?

It meant that before the Heavenly Emperor's Tomb was opened to the outside, someone had already entered and taken the primordial sacred fluid.

An unpleasant thought surfaced in Ye Yun's heart.

If the primordial sacred fluid was never in the tomb to begin with, then was this "Appearance of the Heavenly Emperor's Tomb" that shook the Three Thousand Dao Provinces a coincidence, or a carefully orchestrated trap?

Ye Yun stood up, his gaze sweeping the surroundings.

The Restrictions in this area were extremely strong; his communication jade talisman had completely failed after he entered this place.

He didn't know what was happening outside.

Nor did he know the situation of Ye Wuchen and the others.

There was no point in continuing to waste time here.

Ye Yun made a decision and turned to leave.

His speed was very fast as he passed through one shattered corridor and collapsed hall after another.

When he finally stepped out of the range of the Emperor-level Restriction.

Buzz.

The communication jade talisman in his robes suddenly vibrated.

It wasn't just one.

Dozens of messages flooded in at once.

Ye Yun took out the jade talisman and glanced at it.

His gaze instantly turned cold.