Chapter 60 - Fifty-Seven So Weak

60: Chapter Fifty-Seven: So Weak 60: Chapter Fifty-Seven: So Weak Ding Ke kneeled on the ground, bowed his head, and did not dare to say a word.

“Who are you?”

Elder Jian asked tentatively.

“Who am I?

People like you from a low-level plane don’t deserve to know.”

“Consider yourselves lucky to see me today.”

The young man called Upper Envoy spoke with a languid tone, as if the seven Heavenly Rank Elders meant nothing to him.

“In that case, we want to take away Hong Lie and Ding Ke.

What do you think about that?”

Pharaoh squinted at the Upper Envoy and said.

“Take away??”

“Haha, none of you will be leaving today!”

The young Upper Envoy said lightly.

“Attack!!”

The seven elders silently shouted in their minds and simultaneously mustered their great moves.

The aura released by this young man was overwhelmingly strong, and they had just been stalling for time to prepare their ultimate attacks.

“Haha, ignorant elders!”

The Upper Envoy clenched his fist, and a golden fist materialized out of thin air.

Its aura was so powerful that even Earth Rank individuals in the distance could not withstand it and nearly collapsed.

Seven forces merged into one, transforming into a sharp sword, clashing with the golden fist.

“Bang!!!!”

With a colossal explosion, smoke and dust surged.

Members of various major families had long retreated far back, huddled together.

The Family Heads from the super families guarded against the aftershocks but were still slightly injured, blood trickling from the corner of their mouths.

At this moment, Dragon King Xia Liping supported Bai Bing, while Ye Tian had already retreated to the back, unaffected by the aftershocks.

He walked over without anyone noticing.

Thus, Ye Tian disappeared into the crowd, leaving no trace.

Thanks to the Creation and Transformation Stele, Ye Tian casually discovered it could hide his entire cultivation aura, allowing him to vanish silently without anyone noticing, including the Upper Envoy.

As the smoke dispersed, all seven elders were gasping, their faces devoid of any redness.

The Upper Envoy had only been slightly pushed back, without any damage, and a thick smile appeared on his face.

“Good sword, good sword, but why does it lack spirit?

It’s like a pool of dead water inside.”

The Upper Envoy picked up the God Slaying Sword and praised it.

“Oh no, we’re doomed!”

Elder Jian’s heart sank to the bottom seeing the Upper Envoy acquire the God Slaying Sword.

“We’re not doomed yet, there’s still hope.”

Pharaoh gave Elder Jian a reassuring look.

“Oh, there’s still the Pavilion Master, but this person is so strong, I’m afraid….”

Elder Jian stopped halfway through his words.

“If the Pavilion Master loses, we’ll leave our old bones here.”

“But the Pavilion Master hasn’t shown up yet, could he have run away?”

Pharaoh pondered fearfully.

“Shut your crow’s mouth.”

All six stared at Pharaoh fiercely.

Pharaoh immediately covered his mouth, showing an embarrassed look.

“Alright, enough playing around, it’s time to die.”

“Wind Cloud Transformation!”

The Upper Envoy swung the God Slaying Sword lightly at the seven elders.

A white sword light surged forth, invisible to the naked eye.

This move was too powerful, leaving the seven elders in despair.

After two fierce battles, their spiritual power was severely depleted.

Earth’s nature’s spiritual energy was already scarce, and now they were truly at a desperate situation.

The seven elders could only pray for the appearance of the Pavilion Master.

In the distance, the members of the major families watched the motionless seven elders in total despair.

“Dad!!!”

“Grandpa!!!!”

“Master!!!!!”

Long Zhenqiang, Mo Yanjin, Mo Wu, and others shouted desperately from afar.

Dragon King Xia Liping’s heart was no longer as tranquil as before, and Bai Bing also regained consciousness at this moment.

Seeing the fantasy-like battle scene, she finally realized why Ye Tian did not want her to come—she was too weak, not even worth as a burden.

“Bald, where is Ye Tian?”

“Where did he go?”

Bai Bing used her remaining strength to grab Xia Liping’s arm.

“Uh, he went to the restroom, he’ll be back in a while.”

Dragon King Xia Liping did not look at Bai Bing but kept staring at a deserted place.

The sword light was close, almost there, just a little closer.

“Go, sword!!”

A voice came from behind the major families.

The crowd only saw a touch of red in the air colliding with the Upper Envoy’s sword light.

The elders were knocked away but fortunately unharmed, only a little bruised from the fall.

A red sword light easily shredded the Upper Envoy’s white sword light and rushed straight at him.

The Upper Envoy raised the God Slaying Sword to block but was forced back dozens of steps.

The crowd was shocked by this astonishing scene—a broken sword that could strike down seven Heavenly Rank Elders knocked away the Upper Envoy.

It was true, just a broken sword that Ye Tian casually picked up from the ground, without even a sharp blade.

The crowd regained their senses and saw a man wearing the Purple Gold Dragon Mask standing before the seven elders.

He was so majestic, dressed in white, standing between heaven and earth.

Everyone inexplicably thought of a poetic line: “Except for your body, thrice snow-clad, who in the world could match this white dress.”

“Impressive, he even had time to change clothes!!”

Dragon King Xia Liping secretly chuckled below.

“What??”

Bai Bing asked in confusion, looking at the man’s back, feeling a sense of familiarity.

“Pavilion Master, good afternoon!”

All seven elders bowed and called out simultaneously.

This was Ye Tian’s instruction to them—a simple greeting was too dull, adding the time of day made it more colorful.

“Mm.”

Ye Tian responded coldly.

“You, who are you!!”

The Upper Envoy’s originally confident face became unnatural, pointing at Ye Tian.

Ye Tian picked up the sword on the ground, pointing it at the Upper Envoy and said, “You don’t need to know my identity, let’s fight!”

“Good, rare to find an opponent!”

The Upper Envoy sneered.

The two rose into the air, Ye Tian stepping into the sky with the sword and said, “Invisible Phantom!”

Countless purple sword shadows filled the sky as the Upper Envoy wielded the God Slaying Sword and swung a few times, saying, “Stirring Mountains and Rivers!”

Four dark red sword lights slashed towards the overwhelming purple sword shadows, and the crowd only then realized how insignificant their self-claimed cultivation was.

Indeed, the power of the dark red sword light was magnified many times more than when it struck the Heavenly Rank Elders, but it only obliterated most of the purple sword shadows, with some still slicing towards him.

The Upper Envoy could not fully resist Ye Tian’s Shadowless Sword Skill, and blood trickled from his mouth.

Then the two transformed into phantoms, entangled with each other, making it dizzying to watch.

“Impressive, Pavilion Master, but look at your sword!”

The Upper Envoy’s hair was disheveled, while Ye Tian remained exquisitely dressed in white, standing alone against the sky.

However, Ye Tian’s sword was left with only the hilt, making him inwardly embarrassed but maintaining a cold, superior expression as though they couldn’t see it.

“Haha, actually, I am strongest when I don’t use a sword!”

Ye Tian said lightly.

“Don’t bluff, your broken sword is rubbish compared to the God Slaying Sword.

A swordsman without a sword—let’s see what you can do!”

The Upper Envoy’s hair was messy, and his laughter was sinister.

“Six Paths Reincarnation Finger!”

Ye Tian extended a finger expressionlessly.

At this moment, the blue sky turned dark, revealing six paths of gates that gradually merged into one, transforming into a giant finger.

The aura was ancient, with mysterious talismans flowing on it.

“So weak??”

(The Upper Envoy is about to reveal the heavenly mechanism—only voting can hear it!)