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Concept of Water.
The strength of a Concept was able to suppress all force and influence.
When this formless energy enveloped Chen Yao's body, he was suppressed.
At this moment, Yang Qi, who had been heavily hammered in the chest by Chen Yao's fist, had traces of blood at the corner of his mouth. Holding the autumn water sword tightly, he thrust it towards Chen Yao's chest.
Perhaps life or death might not happen in this instant, but victory or defeat would be decided in a single strike.
"Accept your fate."
Yang Qi's voice became cold, while the sword aura brought along by the Autumn Water Sword became even colder.
Chen Yao's expression was extremely ferocious.
Chen Yao had long since heard about the formidable power of Concepts. However, when faced with such power, he was still extremely shocked.
In front of Yang Qi's Concept of Water, he had no strength to resist?
No, it's not like that.
A powerful sword cultivator had broken through all laws with a single sword strike, so what could he do about the power of his Concept?
The Brilliant Sword Heart never gave up.
Brilliant Sword Heart?
Chen Yao was very clear that he had always neglected this extraordinary talent of his. Tightening his grip on this advantage could allow him to kill countless experts across the border.
Just as Yang Qi's Autumn Water Sword was about to pierce towards him, Chen Yao became exceptionally calm. A trace of a peculiar golden radiance appeared in his eyes, but it only lasted for an instant.
However, life or death, victory or defeat was only a matter of an instant. At this moment, it was sufficient for Chen Yao to clearly see many things.
Concepts were also a type of oppressive might. At the moment when Chen Yao used the Brilliant Sword Heart's ability, this sort of oppressive might turned into an image. This oppressive might was like an invisible net that tightly wrapped around Chen Yao.
However, since it was a net, there were some patterns drawn on it. Chen Yao noticed a slight crack.
Everything had its shape, and this gap would then become the trajectory of the sword.
"Pull it out."
Just as Yang Qi was about to stab his Autumn Water Sword into Chen Yao's chest, Chen Yao's hand landed with difficulty on the hilt of the Heaven Severing Sword, which had already been inserted into its sheath.
With an angry roar, the Heaven Severing Sword was drawn out by Chen Yao from Yang Qi's scabbard. Furthermore, the strength of the Sword Qi was boosted. This was a special skill of the Heaven Severing Sword.
At this moment, Chen Yao was once again using his full strength. Furthermore, he was using the Sword Drawing Arts.
200 streams of Sword Drawing Arts combined together as well as 100% of the power of his meridians.
At least, at the instant when the sword was pulled out, the spiritual energy in Chen Yao's body was used as well as those who could be compared to an ordinary person in the Royal Martial Realm.
It was just at the peak of the Genuine Force, but it could instantly burst out the spirit energy of the Emperor Martial Realm. How terrifying was that, especially for sword cultivators, a single sword strike could sometimes determine life and death.
The power of this strike was no longer a simple Heaven Tier Sword Technique, but a high-grade Heaven Tier sword technique. It was only a thin line away from a Saint Tier sword skill.
When Chen Yao drew his sword, the space around him began to erupt with dazzling sparks.
Sensing the great power exploding from Chen Yao's body, a trace of astonishment flashed in Yang Qi's cold eyes. However, in the next instant, the astonishment in his eyes turned into deep astonishment.
"Slash!"
The Heaven Cleaving Sword was pulled out from Chen Yao's Resting Sword Sheath and slashed towards Yang Qi.
The high level Heaven Ranked Sword Technique and the output of the Spirit power in the Emperor Martial Realm. The current Chen Yao was terrifying strong. That one strike was enough to instantly kill many peak level experts in the Emperor Martial Realm.
Yang Qi was only at the peak of the King's Martial Realm. The difference in realm was like a difference of thousands of different things, especially when he was at the high level, the difference between the King's Martial Realm and the Emperor's realm could be said to be like comparing clouds to mud.
Even if Yang Qi had comprehended the Concept of Water, at the very most, he could only suppress cultivators weaker than him who were at the same level of cultivation as him.
Therefore, the moment Chen Yao brandished his sword, a massive explosion erupted within the arena. The Concept of Water was broken, and Yang Qi suffered a backlash. His entire body was continuously sent flying backwards, blood flowing out from his mouth.
The powerful sword Qi produced by the Heaven Cleaving Sword shot towards his body.
"Let's go."
Yang Ke, who was still flying backwards, recovered from his shock. He struggled to form a hand seal, and a shield suddenly appeared in front of him. The shield was shaped like a turtle shell, glowing with a verdant light.
"Bam."
The Heaven's Severing Sword's blood-red sword beam viciously slashed down on the shield, producing a loud sound. Streams of spirit energy rippled out in all directions, directly chopping off many of the surrounding tall mountains.
At the same time, Yang Qi's body fell down along with the shield, fiercely smashing into a mountain peak that had its peak cut off.
The entire mountain shook and Yang Ke's figure had already disappeared. What appeared before him was a huge black hole.
This black hole was the trajectory of Yang Qi being smashed into the mountain.
However, in the next instant, Yang Qi's figure fell down from the sky and landed on this mountain peak. His face was incomparably pale and countless spiderweb-like bloody lines appeared on his body. Fresh blood continuously flowed out from these wounds.
Moreover, the spiritual energy within his body had already been depleted.
Although the sword strike just now had posed a great threat to the peak experts of the Emperor Martial Realm, that sword strike had exhausted all the Spiritual Energy in Chen Yao's body.
The current Chen Yao was truly powerless. Once this sword was unleashed, if the opponent did not die or lose any fighting strength, then the one who had lost, or in other words, lost, would be Chen Yao.
Chen Yao gripped his Heaven Severing Sword tightly and stabbed it into the ground, bending his waist as he took in a deep breath.
However, in the next moment, his face turned cold as if he was about to face a great enemy.
This was because Yang Qi's figure appeared in his line of sight. Although Yang Qi was in a sorry state and his body was covered in blood, he was still alive and still fighting.
In his hand, he held the green turtle shell like shield.
Seeing this turtle shell like shield, Chen Yao's expression became extremely solemn.
Just now, his strike was enough to instantly kill a peak Martial King, but it could not even break the green shield. It could even be described as not being damaged in the slightest.
The reason why Yang Ke was injured was only because of the impact force, and not because of a substantial sword wound.
This shield was very powerful.
At the very least, it would not be any weaker than the inheritance artifact of the Boundless Demon Sect, the Shura Blood Lotus.
Sacred Artifact.
When he thought of this phrase, Chen Yao naturally thought of the Saint Artifact ranking.
The Asura Blood Lotus was ranked ninth, and the most terrifying defensive ability was a shield called the Black Tortoise Shield. Legend has it that it was the greatest treasure of the ancient Grand Emperor Xuanwu, and was ranked fifth on the Saint Artifact Board.
"Black Tortoise Shield?"
Chen Yao was almost certain about the origin of the shield in Yang Qi's hand. Thus, his entire body appeared extremely shocked.
Yang Qi had comprehended the Concept of Water, moreover, he was born with a supernatural ability. He also had a medium-grade heaven-step magic tool like the Fire Dragon Fist Set, and was now ranked fifth on the Saint Artifact Board. He was also able to use the Black Tortoise Shield, which was able to block an attack from a Saint.