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Chapter 770 - 771 The Weakest Saint Heir of Kunlun—Ye Wudao

Chapter 770: Chapter 771 The Weakest Saint Heir of Kunlun—Ye Wudao

"This battle, Dong Lai must win!"

"Yes, if Dong Lai doesn’t win, relying solely on Zhao Qingtian will put him under great pressure!" Some of the Kunlun warriors of the Battle Saint level discussed among themselves, feeling the tremendous pressure.

In contrast, the Eastern family, led by Dongfang Ming, appeared utterly composed!

"Frost Palm!" Dongfang Xue used the move that had injured Li Dagang right from the start, attacking Yan Donglai.

However, Yan Donglai was not Li Dagang!

"Sword Fist!"

Yan Donglai threw a punch that emanated endless Sword Qi!

Bang!

The Frost Palm collided with the Sword Fist, and the clash of two powerful forces created a massive shockwave!

After an exchange of blows, neither party had the upper hand!

"Interesting, you are the first Kunlun Saint Son who can withstand my Frost Palm head-on! It seems that Kunlun is not just a place filled with garbage." Dongfang Xue sneered coldly, switching her techniques as she lunged towards Yan Donglai with her claws.

Yan Donglai’s combat experience was far too rich, earning him the title of Kunlun Swordsman by often traveling around the world, ridding it of evil and promoting justice!

Bang!

Bang!

After dozens of difficult rounds, Dongfang Xue, unable to defeat Yan Donglai, was infuriated to the extreme and took out a silver blade, saying coldly, "Yan Donglai, this is my Flying Snow Blade, forged by True Pill realm masters of my Eastern family using Mana. Although it’s not a magic treasure, it’s far superior to ordinary Battle Saint level weapons. Today, I will finish this with the Flying Snow Blade!"

As Dongfang Xue spoke, she viciously struck down at Yan Donglai with her blade!

"Flying Snow Chain Slash!"

Yan Donglai dared not be careless and immediately released Gang Qi to dodge.

Bang!

A crisp sound rang out as Yan Donglai’s Gang Qi shattered, and Dongfang Xue seized the opportunity to land a hit on Yan Donglai.

Crack!

A spray of fresh blood!

Yan Donglai stepped backward.

"Not good, the second senior brother is injured!"

"This has become a serious problem!" The Kunlun Saint Heirs looked worried.

All the Kunlun supporters at the scene were visibly anxious.

"Dongfang Xue, well done!"

"Defeat him!" A few of the Eastern family geniuses said excitedly.

"Heh, the so-called Kunlun Swordsman, is this all the strength you have?" Dongfang Xue held the Flying Snow Blade with an air of arrogant solitude.

Yan Donglai extended two fingers and uttered a low cry from the corner of his mouth, "Sword One!"

Swish!

The Sword Box on his back opened, and a treasured sword flew out, hovering above his head!

"Sword Two!"

"Sword Three!"

"Sword Four!"

Yan Donglai muttered four times, and four treasured swords hovered over his head, each containing the terrifying power of a second-rank Battle Saint!

"Kill!" Yan Donglai commanded, and the four treasured swords shot towards Dongfang Xue!

Dongfang Xue immediately swung her blade to block!

Bang!

A muffled sound came as Dongfang Xue staggered back, her wrist going numb from the force of holding the blade, but a look of delight crossed her face, "Haha, how exhilarating! Worthy of the Kunlun Swordsman. However, this is still not enough to defeat me!"

"Sword Five!"

"Sword Six!"

"Sword Seven!"

Yan Donglai summoned three more swords, each more powerful than the last.

"Kill!"

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

...

The three treasured swords turned into beams of light, fiercely striking at Dongfang Xue.

Dongfang Xue kept parrying with her blade, blocking two swords, but the last one hit her abdomen.

"Pugh!" Dongfang Xue spat out blood and stumbled to the ground!

Defeated!

The entire arena fell silent.

Someone who couldn’t hold back any longer let out a scream, breaking the silence!

"Yan Donglai has won!"

"Truly deserving of being the second-ranked Saint Heir of Kunlun, known as the Kunlun Swordsman!"

"So strong!"

A tidal wave of cheers swept through the crowd!

"Haha, well done!"

"I knew Dong Lai was reliable!" The Medical Saints and others in the referees’ seats all wore satisfied smiles.

Dongfang Ming’s face was frosty, and he muttered discontentedly, "Get this trash out of here!"

A few disciples of the Eastern family carried the fallen Dongfang Xue away.

"Is it my turn now?" Just then, Dongfang Lei crossed his arms, an eager look on his face!

"Dongfang Lei, go ahead and show the people of Kunlun your strength!" Dongfang Ming said.

"Hmph, they will die miserably!" Dongfang Lei stood on the platform with an extremely wild look, addressing Yan Donglai, "Use your strongest move, so I don’t waste time!"

Yan Donglai didn’t hold back, pinching his fingers together and shouting low, "Sword Eight!"

Swoosh!

The eighth treasured sword flew out of the Sword Box, spinning madly and carrying a sharpness to the extreme.

"Kill!" Yan Donglai roared.

Dongfang Lei saw the situation, his face impassive, his fist covered with the breath of thunder and lightning, "Thunder Fist!"

Boom!

A muffled sound came through, and Dongfang Lei’s punch actually withstood Yan Donglai’s attack.

"Holy shit, no way, even Second Senior Brother’s Sword Eight was blocked!"

"This guy is too strong!" the Kunlun Saint Son said, dumbstruck.

Just then, Li Dagang said with a shocked face, "I’ve inquired secretly, this guy is called Dongfang Lei, the strongest genius of the Dongfang family, a Four-Star Battle Saint!"

Hisss!

Four-Star Battle Saint!

Hearing Dongfang Lei’s strength, all the Kunlun Saint Sons turned pale!

To think that Yan Donglai is only a Two-Star Battle Saint!

Challenging the Four-Star Battle Saint Dongfang Lei, defeat was almost certain!

"Is this your limit?" Dongfang Lei said with a taunting smile.

Whoosh!

Yan Donglai took a deep breath, his aura reaching its peak!

"Sword Nine!"

He roared, and nine treasured swords hovered above his head, each exuding a power that made one’s gall tremble!

"Kill!" Yan Donglai exclaimed fiercely.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Nine treasured swords tore through the air, each with the power to wound a Two-Star Battle Saint. Together, they were enough to severely injure a Three-Star Battle Saint!

"Haha, bring it on!" Dongfang Lei’s eyes surged with fighting spirit. His whole body’s strength poured into his palm, where the power of thunder and lightning spread, doubling its might!

"Thunder King Palm!"

Boom!

An earth-shattering rumble came, and eight of the nine treasured swords were instantly repelled, leaving only the last one struggling to hold on!

"Break!" Dongfang Lei shouted furiously, his palm carrying terrifying power.

Bang!

The last treasured sword was knocked away!

Sword Nine was broken!

"Yan Donglai, your strength is not bad, I acknowledge that!" said Dongfang Lei, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "Now, it’s my turn to make a move!"

As he spoke, Dongfang Lei took a step forward, and the entire arena trembled!

"Thunder Tiger Fist!"

Dongfang Lei, transformed into a Thunder Tiger, launched a punch with terrifying power towards Yan Donglai.

Bang!

Yan Donglai’s body flew backward and crashed heavily onto the ground!

"My goodness, Yan Donglai has been knocked down!"

"This Dongfang Lei is too terrifying!"

"The strength of a cultivator family genius is extremely fearsome!" Everyone was shocked beyond words.

"Pfft!" Yan Donglai stood up from the ground, spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face deathly pale.

"You are not my opponent, surrender!" Dongfang Lei said with icy eyes.

"Kunlun disciples would rather die than surrender!" Yan Donglai said.

"Hmph, seeking death!" Dongfang Lei scoffed coldly and launched another fierce attack on Yan Donglai.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Yan Donglai kept falling to the ground and spitting blood; each time he fell, everyone’s heart trembled!

"Second Senior Brother!"

"Surrender!"

"If you keep this up, you’re going to die!" Li Dagang, Lei Fen, and others pleaded desperately.

"Cough..." Yan Donglai coughed up blood, his face resolute, "I can’t surrender. If I do, the Kunlun disciples will lose all their face!"

"Ah, if only the First Senior Brother were here!"

"Yes, if the First Senior Brother were here, how could we allow this guy to be so arrogant!" All the Kunlun disciples were worried.

"Yan Donglai, let your strongest Saint Heir, Zhao Qingtian, roll out here!" Dongfang Lei taunted.

"Cough, you’re not worthy of meeting our First Senior Brother!" Yan Donglai said, spitting out blood.

"Hmph, I think Zhao Qingtian is just a nobody, a coward!" Dongfang Lei said mockingly.

"Shut up, you’re not qualified to insult the First Senior Brother!" Yan Donglai roared in anger, madly attacking Dongfang Lei.

Seeing Yan Donglai provoked, Dongfang Lei revealed a sinister smile.

"You’re courting death, don’t blame me for being heartless!" Dongfang Lei said with a sneer, his palm emanating with the power of thunder and lightning.

"Thunder Kill!"

"Second Senior Brother, bad news!"

"This guy’s trying to kill you!"

"Get out of the way!" Li Dagang and others sensed something was wrong and their faces changed dramatically.

"Die!" Dongfang Lei’s palm, wrapped in the power of thunder and lightning, struck at Yan Donglai.

Just at the critical moment, a mysterious youth in white suddenly appeared, grabbing Dongfang Lei’s hand with one hand.

The entire place was shocked!

"Second Senior Brother, you’ve worked hard." The youth in white turned his head, a smile bright as the sun on his face.

"It’s you, Junior Brother..." Yan Donglai, upon seeing who it was, was moved to tears, his eyes brimming with tears of excitement.

As for Dongfang Lei, he said coldly, "Brat, who are you?"

"I am the Ninth Saint Heir of Kunlun — Ye Wudao. Hehe, you can also consider me the weakest among the Kunlun Saint Sons!" Ye Wudao answered with a smile.

"Hehe, the weakest tagalong isn’t worthy of being my opponent. Have your strongest First Senior Brother come out and face his death!" Dongfang Lei said arrogantly, clearly not taking Ye Wudao seriously.

"My First Senior Brother is busy. Do you think you’re some cat or dog who can meet him just because you want to? Hehe, even I, the weakest Saint Son, can blow you away!" Ye Wudao spoke indifferently.