Supreme Divine Emperor

3High up in the sky, the overflowing color of the sky was gorgeous and dazzling. The bright light was so dazzling that people couldn't even open their eyes.    0

    

Moments later, the phenomenon disappeared, and the crowd finally came back to their senses.    

    

Ye Feiyu's face was pale white, his body was unsteady and he could not help but take a few steps back, with blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.    

    

"This Ye Feiyu is really risking his life, refining to the point of spitting blood, he is considered a rare talent." The Xiao Feng looked at Ye Feiyu in astonishment. Its voice was not soft, and everyone present could hear it loud and clear.    

    

The people of the Venerable family looked at Xiao Feng angrily, but they held back and did not make a move. Instead, their gazes landed on the stage once again.    

    

Ye Feiyu waved his hand, the Purple God Furnace opened and four streams of light shot out from the Purple God Furnace. The purple glow covered the sky and covered the earth, and everyone felt their souls trembling.    

    

"Top quality saint artifact?"    

    

"No, that's not right. Not only that, it's a fusion saint artifact that uses soul attacks!"    

    

A few refiners looked at the four violet short swords floating in the air in astonishment, and waves of shock rose in their hearts.    

    

"A top-grade soul attack combined with a saint artifact? Doesn't that mean he is stronger than Ye Chen? " The people from the Venerable Class were also staring at the sky dumbfoundedly as they cheered.    

    

"Haha, we won the third match, the first match is a draw!"    

    

"Let's see how they do it. They actually dare to look down on Master Ye Feiyu. When compared to Master Ye Feiyu's top quality divine soul attack and saint artifact, what does it count as?"    

    

"Even if the first match is a draw, the second and third matches will still be our win!"    

    

The cultivators of the aristocratic families laughed coldly once again, looking at Cultivator of Tianqiong Prefecture with heavy killing intent.    

    

"Master, this?" Bai Zilun looked at the four short swords in astonishment, his eyes flashed with shock.    

    

He never thought that Ye Feiyu would actually consume his life and the source of his divine soul to refine a divine soul attack saint artifact.    

    

It had to be known that the source of life and divine soul was something irreparable. Once it was used up, it would be permanently lost.    

    

So much so that Ye Feiyu would probably never be able to enter the Ancient Sacred Realm in his entire life.    

    

Zhuge Feng was also baffled. Today, the two youths had given him such a huge shock, such that he couldn't truly judge if they were a combination of saint artifacts or divine soul attacks.    

    

However, what was publically accepted in the cultivation world was that combining divine soul attacks with saint artifacts was even harder to come by. Which is to say, Ye Feiyu should have the upper hand in this battle.    

    

"Hur hur." Ye Feiyu's face revealed a mournful smile, "In this battle, you didn't embarrass me with your Ye Family! Ye Chen, you are the first person ever who could force me to such a state. "    

    

"Is that so?" Ye Chen smiled lightly, "Unfortunately, you are not the first, and also not the last!"    

    

"Humph, that may not be so. To be able to tie with you today can already be considered as my shame. Next time, you will not be able to defeat me." Ye Feiyu laughed coldly.    

    

Ye Chen remained silent, and the expressions of the people from the Tianqiong Palace instantly became heavy.    

    

"Perhaps, having a draw in the first match is already a very good result. At least, we haven't lost yet."    

    

"Yeah, Ye Chen has already done his best, we can't blame him. If it was another person, we would have definitely lost!"    

    

"In the second individual competition, we may not lose, but we have not reached the end yet. We cannot make a final conclusion yet!"    

    

Although Cultivator of Tianqiong Prefecture was unwilling, he was helpless. After all, Ye Chen had already done his best.    

    

Bai Zilong took a deep breath and looked at Zhuge Feng. Zhuge Feng's eyes revealed a bitter look as he looked deeply at Ye Chen, and was prepared to announce the results of the competition.    

    

"Third match, Ye Feiyu wins!"    

    

After a long while, Zhuge Feng finally spat out a voice.    

    

The crowd burst into an uproar. The people from aristocratic families were overjoyed. If they won the third round, then the first refining match would be a draw.    

    

"Look, those people from Tianqiong Prefecture are like their parents now." The eyes of the people from the Venerable families were filled with pride as they started attacking Tianqiong Prefecture again.    

    

"Senior, please wait a moment." Right at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded out, causing everyone to look towards the direction of the voice, only to see that the one who spoke was Ye Chen.    

    

"Ye Chen, it's already not easy for us to tie." Bai Zilun shook his head, his eyes had a look of helplessness. His understanding of Ye Chen had changed a little just now, if it was before, he would probably have started to attack him again.    

    

However, Ye Chen didn't care about that. He suddenly stepped into the air, and instantly appeared within the [Big Dipper Seven-star Sword Formation].    

    

"What is Ye Chen doing?" The people from the aristocratic families were all pointing their fingers at him. From their point of view, he was doing it on purpose.    

    

"What's the use of being dissatisfied with the results? The outcome is already decided. In the third round, you have lost! " Ye Feiyu's face carried a hint of contempt and disdain.    

    

"Divide!"    

    

However, Ye Chen completely ignored them. With a flick of a finger, the [Big Dipper Seven-star Sword Formation] suddenly split apart, forming another twenty-eight Holy Swords.    

    

"Haha, the third round isn't about numbers. No matter how much you struggle, it's useless." Some people mocked Ye Chen coldly, looking at him with disdain.    

    

"It's him who has underestimated the people of this world. If he could also consume his soul and life source energy, he might be able to go a step further. Unfortunately, he gave up on refining a third time." Some people even started to criticize him.    

    

"Fit!"    

    

An explosive shout sounded out in the void. The twenty-eight sword formations underwent a series of changes as their sword energies shot up into the sky. The sharp auras caused people's souls to feel a bit of pain.    

    

"This is?" Bai Zilun looked into the sky in shock, and Zhuge Feng also revealed a look of astonishment.    

    

The crowd also widened their eyes, their eyes filled with disbelief. The twenty-eight divine swords suddenly began to fuse together, the terrifying might was even more tyrannical than the previous four.    

    

"A top-grade soul attack with a saint artifact!" A Saint artifact refiner stared at the empty sky in horror, his mouth trembling.    

    

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is!" Bai Zilun was also inexplicably shocked, he seemed to have forgotten that he is representing a noble family, and then asked: "Master, what sword formation is this? Why do I feel like the Power of The Soul have been cut apart? "    

    

Zhuge Feng's pupils also unceasingly trembled, and were unable to calm down for a long time. He said with a trembling voice, "The legendary Immortal Execution Sword Formation!"    

    

"Immortal Execution Sword Formation?" Bai Zilun's body trembled, "Didn't it already disappear? Why would it appear again? "    

    

"Ye Chen's legacy, isn't it weaker than Ye Feiyu's?" Zhuge Feng shook his head and sighed.    

    

"Impossible, Ye Chen must be doing something!" The people from the Venerable family were roaring in disbelief. They could clearly feel that the Immortal Execution Archipelago was even more tyrannical than Ye Feiyu's combination set, with a faint hint of the might of a quasi-Divine Artifact.    

    

No matter how powerful it was, even if they were both top quality soul attack sets, the third round would still be a draw. In that case, wouldn't Tianqiong Prefecture have won the first round?    

    

"Haha, we won! We won!"    

    

"I knew it, Ye Chen wouldn't lose!"    

    

Cultivator of Tianqiong Prefecture was extremely excited, many people were crying while hugging each other, if they won the first battle, as long as there was a draw in the other two battles, Tianqiong Prefecture would not lose!    

    

"Pfft!" Ye Feixian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with unwillingness, and his body dropped down with a thud, he was unconscious.    

    

"As for why? He actually vomited blood in anger." Instantly, countless pairs of eyes that were filled with dense killing intent swept towards him.    

    

"Third match, draw!" The first round, Tianqiong Prefecture victorious! " At this time, Zhuge Feng's calm voice came out.    

    

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