Martial Defiance Across Nine Thousand Realms

"Fifth level against ninth level!"

"With the blessing of the Eternal Invincible Dragon Body, at the peak of thirty bursts of Divine Power, I can surely fight from the fifth level against the ninth!"

Ye Han's eyes were filled with a chilling determination; this Wang Rong must die.

Originally, Ye Han knew something was off about Wang Rong, and that she had concealed her true identity—she couldn't possibly be an Outer Sect disciple.

Among the Outer Sect disciples, aside from himself, who would dare to venture here? Ye Han planned to act according to the situation.

Birds of a feather flock together; whoever Yin Tianxiu had sent must die.

This Wang Rong was even a bit stronger than the ninth level of Divine Power.

But Ye Han felt that he might still have a chance to slay her; if not, he could always escape and regroup.

As Ye Han's thoughts surged and changed, suddenly, a figure appeared.

Wang Rong approached leisurely, a smile on her face, a hint of charm and shyness between her brows:

"Junior brother Ye Han, there's no danger outside now."

"Mhm, good!"

Ye Han also revealed a harmless smile.

"Senior sister, actually..."

Just as Wang Rong approached, Ye Han hesitantly began to speak.

"What is it, junior brother?" Wang Rong immediately became curious.

"Sun Moon Universe Technique!"

Ye Han uttered five words: "I, am willing to share it with senior sister."

With that one sentence, Wang Rong stopped in her tracks, her eyes suddenly filled with complexity.

The Sun Moon Universe Technique, the legacy of the Nine Nether King!

An Earth Level superior Martial Arts Technique!

The key was the Earth Level superior; such techniques were invaluable and could drive people mad with their rarity.

In Cycle Academy, other resources were manageable.

But obtaining Earth Level or higher Martial Arts Techniques was as difficult as reaching the heavens.

Even in the Treasure Gathering Hall, the Sun Moon Universe Technique was not available for purchase.

Only in the most core library of the Academy could one find such techniques, and they required a high status or absolute contributions to the Academy to obtain, impossible to buy with Vigor Pills.

"So, the Sun Moon Universe Technique really fell into your hands, junior brother, you still don't trust me?"

Wang Rong's face was filled with a look of grievance.

"Come here, senior sister!"

Ye Han smiled: "I will take out the Sun Moon Universe Technique right now."

Wang Rong walked over, full of anticipation, suppressing the excitement in her heart.

She was currently practicing only a Mysterious Level superior Martial Arts Technique, working hard every day for Yin Tianxiu, even fantasizing about receiving an Earth Level technique to practice after Yin Tianxiu became a True Disciple.

"Look, this is the Sun Moon Universe Technique."

In Ye Han's hand, a ring flashed with light, as if he was about to take something out.

Boom!!!

A quick look at " will leave you more fulfilled.

In an instant, a violent force was born.

Just as Wang Rong looked down, waiting for Ye Han to take out the technique, a huge fist directly slammed into her shoulder.

With one punch, Wang Rong grunted and was sent flying more than ten meters away.

The strike was effective!

Wang Rong's shoulder bone shattered, and blood soaked her robe.

"You... Ye Han, you attacked me?"

Wang Rong was shocked and her voice was sharp, enduring the pain of her shattered shoulder.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Ye Han's eyes were merciless, his gaze sharp as a knife.

Where was the harmlessness and reluctance of just moments ago?

Striding forward, Ye Han's iron fist tore through the air, attacking Wang Rong once again.

"You're seeking death!"

Wang Rong's voice was chilling.

Only then did she realize she had been thoroughly played by Ye Han.

Including the pool of Earth Spirit Milk, a treasure that even True Disciples and elders of the Academy would go mad for, Ye Han had absorbed it all, leaving nothing behind.

It was all deliberate by Ye Han!

Her hands moved in a crisscross pattern, her aura bursting forth like a torrential river, Wang Rong suddenly stood up, sidestepping dozens of meters to avoid Ye Han's strike.

"You little ant at the Divine Power Realm, dare to attack me."

"This punch, I will make you pay back a thousandfold. After killing you today, I will suggest to senior sister Yin to kill that Mo Qingrou, to eradicate both you and your master."

Wang Rong was so consumed by rage that she could no longer care about hiding her identity or gaining Ye Han's trust.

Her arm lifted with a roar, and though her body was frail, the power she unleashed was like a surging river, relentless and full of explosive force.

With a hiss, the vacuum trembled, and a beam of energy struck out.

From a distance of several meters, her strike was unavoidable for Ye Han!

Qi Explosion!

This was the true power of the Qi Explosion Realm, killing enemies from afar, leaving no escape for the opponent.

"Interesting, the Qi Explosion Realm is indeed powerful, but this strike is still not enough."

Ye Han stared at the energy beam, showing no fear.

At this moment, his Divine Power surged, reaching the peak state of thirty bursts.

With the boost of thirty bursts of Divine Power, Ye Han's spirit and energy erupted, his internal and external forces united, and he threw a straightforward punch, blasting it out.

Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound!

The punch tore through the air, like a fierce tiger emerging, a cheetah pouncing, ferocious and invincible.

In an instant, the vacuum exploded with noise.

Wang Rong's energy beam was shattered by Ye Han's punch.

"What?"

Wang Rong was filled with horror.

How could a fifth-level martial artist instantly shatter her strike?

Her attack, a Mysterious Level inferior Martial Skill, had been perfected over many years and was one of her trump cards.

"Vacuum Splitting Strike!"

Wang Rong swung her arm, and two beams of energy blasted out again, turning into a pair of scissors in mid-air, tearing apart the vacuum wherever they passed.

She could no longer take Ye Han lightly; his performance had exceeded her expectations.

"So this is the power of the first level of the Qi Explosion Realm, the burst of Qi and blood?"

A smile curved on Ye Han's lips, his heart brimming with boundless confidence.

With one move, the gap between them was clear, and he became familiar with the distinctiveness of the Qi Explosion Realm.

Eight Extremes Rampage Fist!

Ye Han instead used the explosive Eight Extremes Rampage Fist, bursting forth with each strike, charging forward.

Bang, bang, bang...!

Each explosion was incredibly powerful, eight consecutive bursts of energy, all unleashed in succession.

Wang Rong's attack had no effect and was once again shattered by Ye Han.

"Today, I must kill you!"

Ye Han's killing intent was resolute.

Wang Rong felt an inexplicable terror, a fear she could not describe.

This feeling, she had only experienced when facing the high-ranking experts of the Yin Yang List, or even True Disciples.

"Hundred Qi Frost Finger!"

Wang Rong retreated, unleashing an extremely powerful Martial Skill.

Streams of finger force broke through the vacuum, surging towards Ye Han, all targeting his chest.

This was the terror of a Qi Explosion Realm expert, killing enemies from a distance, leaving Ye Han unable to get close, only able to passively withstand Wang Rong's Martial Skill assault.

The finger force was sharp and chilling, filled with an icy aura, seemingly freezing Ye Han's breath.

"Little beast, I don't believe that you, a mere martial artist at the Divine Power Realm, can stir up any waves." Wang Rong was increasingly frustrated.

"You're doomed!"

Ye Han's eyes were merciless, wasting no words.

His fists kept pounding out, leveraging the strength of the Eternal Invincible Dragon Body, almost bearing the pressure of the opponent while continuously closing in.

The stone hall was vast, but it was not enough for the two engaged in a life-and-death struggle.

Wang Rong, at the Qi Explosion Realm, found it difficult to extricate herself.

Her Martial Skills were ineffective, especially when attacking from a distance, unable to inflict real damage on Ye Han.

With a clang, a battle sword was drawn!

Wang Rong lunged forward, her sword slashing towards Ye Han's head...

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