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Chapter 802 - 803: Clash with the Eldest Senior Brother

Chapter 802: Chapter 803: Clash with the Eldest Senior Brother

"Holy shit, he’s really the one in charge of Kunlun!"

"Tsk tsk, this authority is immense, far exceeding what Ye Wudao achieved as the Acting Young Master of Kunlun!"

"In Kunlun, he’s truly below only the Seven Saints of Kunlun and above tens of thousands!" All the Kunlun members present, including some peak-level Martial Saints among the Kunlun Elders, looked at him with envy and jealousy in their eyes.

"Disciple obeys!" Zhao Qingtian clasped his hands in respect.

Ye Wudao took a bite of an apple, as if he had long anticipated this outcome.

"The match begins!" the Martial Saint declared with a wave of his hand.

"Junior brother, after you, please!" Zhao Qingtian extended one hand, gesturing courteously like a refined gentleman.

Still munching on his apple, Ye Wudao lazily smiled, "Heh, Senior Brother, you go ahead first."

Zhao Qingtian smiled faintly. The next moment, a terrifying aura erupted from his body, accompanied by an overwhelming killing intent that swept across the arena.

Feeling this aura, many in the audience turned pale.

"My god, Senior Brother’s killing intent is terrifying!"

"Even standing far away from the ring, it feels like I’m on a battlefield!"

"Junior Brother might not make it through this!" Yan Donglai and the others wore solemn expressions.

Though they had confidence in Ye Wudao’s strength, the reputation of Senior Brother was simply too strong. Dubbed the Star of Kunlun, he had never been defeated. Having been in closed-door training for nearly a decade, who could know the extent of his current power?

Standing in the center of the ring, Ye Wudao, by contrast, remained calm and composed.

"Kill!" With a low growl, Zhao Qingtian’s eyes turned icy. His fist moved like a tiger descending the mountain, stirring up a storm!

"Senior Brother has made his move!"

"Too fast!" Yan Donglai and the others felt their vision blur, unable to see anything clearly.

Ye Wudao, however, stood unmoving, observing his Senior Brother’s attack with a smile at the corner of his mouth. Slowly, he reached out a hand.

Bang!

The collision of fist and palm erupted with a resounding metallic crash!

As their blows clashed, a frightening shockwave spread outward from the ring, causing it to tremble slightly.

After an exchange of blows, neither side gained the upper hand!

The crowd erupted into an uproar!

"Holy shit, Ye Wudao actually blocked it!"

"Incredible!"

Even Zhao Qingtian, as formidable as he was, looked astonished. "Junior Brother, you’re no ordinary talent. To withstand a punch from me as a Third Grade Martial Saint—it’s impressive!"

"Senior Brother, you’re being modest. You didn’t use your full strength, did you?" Ye Wudao chuckled.

"Indeed, that punch used less than twenty percent of my power. Now, Junior Brother, I’ll get serious!" Zhao Qingtian said, his aura rising sharply. He ascended to the peak of Ninth Grade Martial Saint without reservation.

"Desolate Tiger Fist!"

With a single strike, Zhao Qingtian resembled an ancient tiger descending from the mountains, carrying an aura of total destruction.

Ye Wudao smiled faintly and countered with a punch.

Boom!

A loud sound reverberated!

Step, step...

Zhao Qingtian’s body staggered backward. His face showed shock. "You... What is your cultivation level?"

"Third Grade Martial Saint," Ye Wudao replied.

Zhao Qingtian’s expression shifted from disdain to respect, and then to a heavy solemnity!

He had imagined this battle to be an effortless victory.

He thought that with just a casual attack, he could defeat Ye Wudao and claim the title of Kunlun’s Young Master!

But never in his wildest dreams did he imagine Ye Wudao’s strength to be this unfathomable!

"Deep and immeasurable!"

Exhaling deeply, Zhao Qingtian slowly retrieved an obsidian spear from his back. "Junior Brother, this is my life-bound treasure—the Obsidian Ocean-Subduing Spear, a Third Grade magical weapon!"

"Gasp!"

Zhao Qingtian’s words shocked everyone in attendance!

"Holy shit, a Third Grade magical weapon!"

"Even cultivators at the True Pill Realm aren’t qualified to wield such an item!"

"Only mid-stage True Pill Realm martial artists and above can handle it!"

Ye Wudao nodded lightly. "Please!"

Holding the Obsidian Ocean-Subduing Spear, Zhao Qingtian released a deadly killing intent from the spear, radiating terrifying power.

"Kill!"

Zhao Qingtian lunged forward with the spear, as fast as lightning, striking like a dragon with an intent to kill.

Ye Wudao, face tranquil, raised his palm to block.

Bang!

A dull thud echoed. Zhao Qingtian, gripping the spear, was forced back, his expression one of utter disbelief. "This... This is impossible!"

The crowd inhaled sharply, their breath caught!

"Holy shit, is this even possible?!"

"Senior Brother is a Ninth Grade Martial Saint wielding a Third Grade magical weapon, yet he cannot defeat Ye Wudao unarmed!"

"Terrifying!" Yan Donglai and the others were dumbfounded.

Even the four sitting in the judges’ seats, including Martial Saint, exchanged glances of shock among themselves.

"This kid seems different from before!"

"Indeed, after visiting Li Tiandao’s cave, what exactly did he experience?"

"He’s extraordinary!"

Exhaling deeply again, Zhao Qingtian charged forward with his spear.

"Hurricane Spear Technique!"

This spear carried an intense storm. Any Ninth Grade Martial Saint caught within would undoubtedly perish!

Very soon, Ye Wudao found himself trapped within the hurricane.

"That should settle it," Zhao Qingtian remarked.

"Break!" With a low shout, Ye Wudao shattered the storm surrounding him in an instant.

The crowd collectively gasped in shock!

"Holy shit, Ye Wudao is way too strong!"

"Is he really just a Third Grade Martial Saint?"

"It feels like he matches the strength of a peak Martial Saint!" All the Kunlun disciples wore stunned expressions.

With hands clasped behind his back, Ye Wudao calmly said, "Senior Brother, please, no need to hold back."

"Impressive!" Zhao Qingtian uttered only two words. The next moment, his aura spiked again, breaking through to the peak of Martial Saint.

"Zhao Qingtian has ascended to peak Martial Saint!"

"Like he said earlier, breaking through to peak Martial Saint is as easy as eating or drinking!" many people exclaimed in shock.

Having ascended, Zhao Qingtian’s power increased drastically, and his face bore a confident smile.

"Junior Brother, is there even a point in us continuing this battle?"

As a peak Martial Saint, Zhao Qingtian now possessed strength second only to the True Pill Realm!

In his eyes, Ye Wudao definitely lacked the power of the True Pill Realm!

This battle, he believed, was already his to win!

"Senior Brother, after you!" Ye Wudao maintained his calm demeanour.

"Kill!" Zhao Qingtian roared, gripping his spear with five fingers.

"Berserker Spear Technique!"

Zhao Qingtian’s spear technique was ferocious and dominant, leaving no openings to exploit.

Ye Wudao continued to counter bare-handed, smiling calmly, moving with effortless grace.

"No... This is impossible..." Zhao Qingtian grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. "How is this kid so overwhelmingly strong...?"

Bang!

With a single punch, Ye Wudao struck Zhao Qingtian, sending him stumbling backward and coughing up blood.

"Pfft!" Zhao Qingtian spat fresh blood, his face pale as his defeat became inevitable.

The crowd erupted into chaos once again!

"Gasp, we all thought Zhao Qingtian would win and become the Young Master of Kunlun!"

"But it turns out, the true king is Ye Wudao!"

"Right, unarmed, he defeated Zhao Qingtian! How terrifying!" All the Kunlun members were in utter disbelief.

"Senior Brother, you’ve lost," Ye Wudao remarked.

"No, I won’t lose!" Zhao Qingtian suddenly dropped to one knee, coughing blood, and used his essence blood to sketch a red pentagram on the ground.

The next moment, the pentagram shone radiantly, releasing an overwhelming killing intent that shot to the heavens.

"Aaaah..." Zhao Qingtian howled at the sky, his appearance turning feral and grotesque.

"My god, what is this?"

"What’s happening...?" The crowd was brimming with curiosity.

"This is bad!" The Martial Saint on the judges’ seat changed his expression and said, "Qingtian is using an ancient forbidden technique—sacrificing his life force to gain greater power!"

"Stop him!" The Medical Saint spoke up.

"No, it’s too late..." Martial Saint said, his face grave.

"Aaaaah!" Zhao Qingtian’s beast-like roars echoed again. Soon, he stood up, his eyes blood-red. His body emitted a horrifying aura, reaching the level of early True Pill Realm.

Exhaling a heavy breath, Zhao Qingtian looked immensely pleased. "This is the power of the True Pill Realm? Though it cost me ten years of lifespan, it’s worth it—this strength exceeds my previous self by tenfold or more!"

Turning his domineering gaze toward Ye Wudao, Zhao Qingtian spoke from above, "Junior Brother, have you ever witnessed the terror of the True Pill Realm?"