The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 207: Branch or Treasure Sword?

"Why do I feel like Ye Xiaoyao is about to lose?"

Someone asked.

But the moment the words left his mouth, a figure suddenly leaped up from the Broken Heaven Waterfall, enveloped entirely in a storm of Sword Qi.

Immediately, the Sword Qi exploded.

"Kill!"

Ye Fengtian seemed to have gone mad, attacking relentlessly.

The Sword Qi stretched thousands of miles, killing gods when encountered, slaying buddhas when met.

"Playing with swords, are we?"

Ye Qingtian sneered.

He gestured with one hand.

Suddenly, a branch lying at Shen Junqing’s group’s feet seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand.

As everyone watched, they saw Ye Qingtian wielding the branch in a grand sword dance, using it as a peerless divine weapon to repel the torrential Sword Qi.

At this moment, everyone was rendered speechless, as if they were dreaming.

Ye Qingtian truly used a branch to fend off Ye Fengtian’s lethal attacks.

"Now is the true beginning!"

Ye Qingtian’s smile deepened.

"Let me show you what a true sword is!"

Ye Fengtian sneered, as the Qi Transformation Sword beneath his feet vanished, and a black long sword hovered behind him.

"Sword!"

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, Ye Fengtian’s Treasure Sword suddenly unsheathed.

Instantly, endless light emanated from the sword’s blade, shining forth like a blazing sun.

At this moment, everyone’s eyes were injured by the intense light, even the strongest among them suffered some degree of harm.

When Ye Fengtian unsheathed his sword, even the Martial Emperor couldn’t help but shield his eyes.

"This is the Celestial Light Sword of the Wangyue Pavilion Hidden Tower! It’s said that the Celestial Light was infused into the sword during its forging."

"But Ye Fengtian has never used it before; it seems Ye Xiaoyao has forced him to reveal his true trump card this time!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Kill!"

At the moment of drawing his sword, Ye Fengtian suddenly lunged, swinging his sword like a meteor streaking across the night sky, transcending the concept of time as it appeared before Ye Qingtian.

Aiming for a One Strike to the Throat!

The Sword Aura surged, nearly overshadowing the blazing sun, the blade exuded the strongest intent of slaughter, filling the heavens and earth.

This strike truly embodied Ye Fengtian’s realization of the laws of the sword, its sharpness chasing after Young Master Wu Chen’s sword.

Ye Fengtian was a sword Dao genius.

This single strike of Ye Fengtian transcended everyone’s understanding of the sword on the scene, words failed to describe it.

They didn’t know the extent of this strike’s power, but one thing was certain: Ye Qingtian would surely die.

When the sword light flashed, heads were destined to roll.

Ye Fengtian was very confident; this was a strike he comprehended after over a decade of studying the sword Dao.

Wherever the sword light reached, all things perished, let alone a mere mortal.

He was confident that this strike could stand evenly against Young Master Wu Chen.

All hopes were pinned on Ye Fengtian’s sword; Ye Qingtian was simply too formidable.

If even this sword couldn’t kill him, then the Five Dragons of Huaxia stood little chance of winning.

"Shhh!"

Electric arcs danced chaotically upon the Divine Sword, and the light blazed once more.

"Ding!"

A sharp sound resounded, akin to the ultimate sound of a cosmic explosion, piercing the heavens and forming waves of sound that rushed across the realms.

The waters of the great lake shuddered, spilling to both sides, turning into a deluge that drenched the lakeside...

"Was it blocked? Did he actually block it?"

Everyone stared in disbelief, their eyes wide open.

Indeed, Ye Qingtian had blocked it.

Using a branch to withstand Ye Fengtian’s astonishingly terrifying sword strike.

The one who felt this the most was Ye Fengtian, Ye Qingtian was so close that he could clearly see him.

Yet, it felt like a surreal moment, as if Ye Qingtian and he resided in separate worlds.

Ye Qingtian had easily blocked his most lethal move with that move!

Everything happened in a flash, as Ye Qingtian’s figure instantaneously appeared behind Ye Fengtian.

Executing the Profound Step, he moved with worldly speed, unleashing a sword in an instant, the radiance blinding, covering the heavens, as bands of fierce Sword Qi tore forth.

Countless streaks of Sword Qi engulfed Ye Fengtian...

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

...

Ye Fengtian’s body was partitioned by countless strands of Sword Qi, his clothes turned to dust, leaving dozens or even hundreds of sword marks on his body.

"Crack!"

In the next moment, the sound of shattering erupted, Ye Fengtian’s armor cracked.

"His armor is a Spiritual Artifact, surprisingly it saved his life!"

The onlookers recognized the clue, exclaiming in astonishment.

Ye Fengtian was also relieved, for back in the Hidden Tower he had picked up an inconspicuous piece of armor, once thought useless, never expecting it to come in handy.

Yet at his most perilous moment, it saved his life.

"Have the Five Dragons of Huaxia been defeated?"

After the shock, a terrifying thought occurred to everyone.

In the face of Ye Qingtian’s formidable and defiant martial prowess, no matter how the Five Dragons of Huaxia fought, they were utterly dominated with no chance to retaliate.

If it continued like this, Ye Qingtian inevitably would win, leaving no room for doubt.

"No!!! We have not yet lost!"

The Northern Army elder bellowed to the heavens.

This elder, who had roamed Huaxia for decades, had never been so embarrassed, but he would not allow himself to fall.

"We cannot fall either!"

The Southern Monk and West Poison stepped forward as well.

West Poison sneered: "Mr. Ye Xiaoyao, let me show you another kind of secret technique of the Tang Sect now!"

Everyone knew of Tang Sect’s expertise: hidden weapons, and it was coming.

"Hell’s Fury Blade!"

An aura from the Nine Netherworld Hell enveloped the entire scene, causing even the Martial King to shudder.

West Poison suddenly emitted beams of black light, numbering in the hundreds or thousands, filling the sky like a torrential downpour.

This was West Poison’s unique Flying Knife—Hell’s Fury Blade.

Crafted through Secret Technique, tempered with various Poisonous Liquids and Divine Fire.

Don’t underestimate a small Flying Knife, as even the Martial Emperor’s body couldn’t withstand a strike, and even an External Body Training Grandmaster would die in regret.

This time, West Poison used everything he had stashed away.

He utilized all of his specially crafted Flying Knives.

Hundreds of Hell’s Fury Blades wildly swept towards Ye Qingtian, each knife exploding upon contact with Qi Force like a bombardment.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

Each Flying Knife exploded in succession, creating a bombardment akin to a squadron of bombers covering the area.

The sky filled with smoke and dust, as black smoke billowed, Ye Qingtian vanished within.

"What’s happening?"

Just as everyone was perplexed.

The smoke suddenly burst open, revealing a looming silhouette like a Celestial God.

Ye Qingtian had withstood all the Hell’s Fury Blades, unharmed.

"Celestial Dragon Absorbing Water! Amitabha Buddha!"

The Southern Monk quickly pushed West Poison aside, confronting Ye Qingtian alone.

Suddenly, the great lake collapsed, forming a vortex, as the surging river water roared upward.

Moments later, an immensely gigantic Buddha silhouette formed.

As much as a hundred meters tall, completely transparent, yet nearly substantial.

A Holy Buddha, condensed from water vapor, with a palm as large as a millstone, directly pressed towards Ye Qingtian, unparalleled, the vast Buddha Power was impossible to gaze upon.

Facing the Southern Monk’s Shentian strike, Ye Qingtian’s lips curled into a cold smile: "Trifling tricks!"