Martial Defiance Across Nine Thousand Realms-Chapter 62 – Break through the Martial Talisman, forcefully kill!
An explosive force erupted.
Deep within Ye Han's Qi Sea, waves of divine power surged relentlessly.
A brand new Divine Power emerged, incredibly thick, pure, and powerful.
The ninth Divine Power!
In that instant, Ye Han broke through to the ninth level of the Divine Power Realm.
His spirit, strength, and realm all underwent a rapid and radical transformation, stepping into an entirely new domain.
A sense of Great Perfection arose.
Within the Divine Power Realm, only with nine Divine Powers could one truly achieve perfection.
When all nine Divine Powers converged, any Martial Artist's combat strength and foundation would ascend to an inconceivable state.
For anyone, their combat strength would at least double.
As for Ye Han...
Tenfold!
His combat strength increased by at least ten times!
Not only that, but his vitality and divine power both surpassed Luo Tianzheng.
"Immortal Sword of a Thousand Autumns?"
"Swordsmanship is nothing special. My Ye Han's fist can shock the world, shatter the heavens and earth, and break through all illusions!"
Ye Han's voice rang out like an immortal chant, deafening and resonating far and wide.
He locked onto Luo Tianzheng in front of him and suddenly took a step forward.
"Luo Tianzheng, die!"
With one punch, he didn't use any Martial Skills or any variations, just pure, unadulterated power unleashed and exploded.
This was the first strike after breaking through to the ninth level of Divine Power, an invincible strike at the peak of will and strength.
Thump, thump, thump!
Before the punch even arrived, Luo Tianzheng had already started to retreat.
The unstoppable intent of the punch, which could crush everything, along with Ye Han's overwhelming momentum, filled Luo Tianzheng with an inexplicable fear.
His spirit was already oppressed by Ye Han's dominance, feeling an impulse to admit defeat and prostrate in submission on the spot.
"Immortal..."
In desperation, Luo Tianzheng's spirit burst forth, and he roared as his sword trembled.
Before he could even finish his words, the Immortal Sword of a Thousand Autumns technique had no time to be deployed, as Ye Han was already in front of him.
With a punch, Luo Tianzheng screamed, like a kite with its string cut, he was blasted into the air.
Nine formidable Divine Powers, wrapped in surging divine power, hammered into Luo Tianzheng's body through Ye Han's fist.
Blood stained the sky, and Luo Tianzheng's pupils dilated with terror and fear.
Boom!
He crashed into the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth.
A striking blood hole appeared in the center of his chest, punched through by Ye Han.
"That day, within Flame City, you, Luo Tianzheng, looked down on me like an ant!"
"Today, at Cycle Academy, I, Ye Han, will rise by stepping over your head. No one in this world can bully me."
Ye Han's will was incredibly strong, he walked towards Luo Tianzheng like a descending War God.
With this battle, life and death were decided!
Luo Tianzheng was utterly defeated, a high-level practitioner of the Qi Explosion Realm unable to withstand a single punch from Ye Han.
Almost everyone outside the battlefield was wide-eyed, and several high-ranking members of the Academy stood up in disbelief.
How could such a genius appear?
This Ye Han, previously only rumored to be vengeful and reckless, no one mentioned his talent.
Such a person could not be buried in obscurity; at the very least, upon joining the Academy, he would have been fought over by all the elders, causing a stir among the high ranks.
"What talent does he have?"
"His physical body is so strong, this seems to be a sign of a top-tier physique, but wasn't his Heavenly Dragon Battle Physique taken by Ye Zhixuan?"
Some people began to speak, some had also heard of Ye Han's past misery.
In front of the battlefield, Luo Tianzheng was dispirited.
Watching Ye Han approach, he suddenly gritted his teeth: "Martial Talisman, kill!"
"Hmm?"
Ye Han felt a moment of shock.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes locked on Luo Tianzheng.
He saw a sacred light envelop the man.
Above Luo Tianzheng, a young figure emerged, dressed in a black and white yin-yang battle robe, with long hair falling and eyes as sharp as peerless heavenly swords.
"Enough!"
"Leave the battlefield."
A calm voice emerged, the man's face serene and waveless, yet an unparalleled aura emerged, oppressing everything.
Noble, sacred, supreme!
The master of Limitless Sword Sect, the only Child of Reincarnation in the Academy, the successor of the Heavenly God Path, Feng Wuliang!
Outside the battlefield, countless disciples were already boiling with excitement, many seeing Feng Wuliang's revered figure for the first time.
The king of geniuses, the king of freaks, a rarity in the Primordial Void Domain for ten thousand years!
He was the object of admiration and following for countless disciples, the pride of Cycle Academy.
"Damn it!"
A cold light burst from Ye Han's eyes, and he inwardly cursed.
His spirit faced indescribable oppression, as if confronting an invincible sword god of heaven and earth, forced to submit, unable to harbor any thoughts of resistance.
This was the second time Ye Han felt this invincible aura.
The last time was in Demon Ridge, far away and not very clear, but it still made Ye Han's hair stand on end.
Today, here, although Ye Han's combat strength and realm had greatly improved, he still felt suffocated.
Leave the battlefield?
Why should I? Impossible!
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Even if you are Feng Wuliang, you have no right to interfere in this battle, I, Ye Han, will not give up, will not admit defeat.
Boom!
Ye Han suddenly took a step forward.
This step, as if walking through an endless swamp, took all his strength and was incredibly difficult.
Yet this step firmed up his resolve.
"My killing intent cannot be stopped!"
"My battle will cannot be broken!"
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Ye Han's heart was resolute, his eyes determined, divine power circulated through his limbs in an instant, flowing through his body.
"Die!"
His fist, along with his figure, broke through the air towards Luo Tianzheng.
Ten meters, five meters, one meter!
At that moment, Feng Wuliang's phantom raised an arm and pointed a finger at Ye Han.
This was a supreme sword finger, condensing a terrifying sword will, with an intense killing aura.
The sword finger was unstoppable, directly blasting into Ye Han's forehead.
An aura of annihilation and death seemed to directly scatter Ye Han's thoughts, destroying his will.
This finger was not a normal killing Martial Skill, but a manifestation of sword intent, capable of absolute oppression, causing one to collapse without a fight.
A distance of one meter seemed like a chasm, insurmountable!
Ye Han's murderous punch was thus thwarted.
Luo Tianzheng lay on the ground, trembling with fear, his mind already dominated by terror.
He could never have imagined that after the Martial Talisman was activated and Feng Wuliang's will manifested, Ye Han would still dare to throw that punch.
Time stood still for three breaths!
These three breaths felt like an eternity to Ye Han.
He felt as if he was in an endless world of swordsmanship, with terrifying sword qi everywhere, each carrying a lethal intent aimed at him.
His spirit was about to collapse, his will about to break, his strength about to crumble.
"I, Ye Han, was once nameless, bullied in the small Flame City!"
"Today, I have stepped into Cycle Academy, bearing the Nine Realms Dragon-Sealing Tower, fearing no one, no one can make me collapse, my will... unbreakable!"
Ye Han roared in his heart, regaining clarity in an instant.
In his eyes, Luo Tianzheng's figure reappeared, along with everything on this battlefield.
Boom!
A punch, clean and domineering, decisively blasted out.
Sss...
Blood sprayed, Luo Tianzheng's chest collapsed, dying instantly, devoid of life.
Luo Tianzheng, dead!
"Presumptuous!"
Feng Wuliang's angry voice rose at the same time.
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