Chapter 821 - 818: Forceful Suppression

At this moment, Ye Fan did not actively resist but soared into the sky, heading straight for Luo Ting, perfecting himself in the sword move.

In mid-air, he made contact with Luo Ting.

"Bang!"

The two collided, and the air was filled with endless sword qi, which even pierced through the clouds.

"So strong!"

The crowd gasped in amazement, understanding that with their strength, reaching the realm of these two was as hard as reaching the heavens.

Even seemingly impossible.

Luo Ting’s heaven-defying prowess was already shocking, but they didn’t expect Ye Fan to also be such a heaven-defying expert.

Terrifying, truly terrifying.

Suddenly, the sword qi became even more dazzling.

A brilliant light swept across the entire Great Jade Peak.

"Damn it, I can’t even open my eyes!"

One of the elite disciples said with difficulty.

"Me too!

....

Feng Shaohao and Wei Yan dared not face the brilliance in the sky with their own eyes.

"Wait! This isn’t light!"

The crowd was stunned.

Because they could clearly feel their skin and blood vessels slowly being cut open, and the sound of this cutting made them forget the pain before their eyes.

They realized that this light was formed by countless sword qi, erupting into tens of thousands of strands of sword qi in an instant, truly remarkable.

They didn’t expect the two to be such prodigies.

But at this moment, no one dared to open their eyes, as opening their eyes would be blinded by the countless lights.

This was nothing; even more terrifying was the fact that if they opened their eyes, their eyeballs might explode instantly, becoming sacrifices in the duel.

....

Meanwhile, on a distant peak, someone was watching this spectacular duel.

This person faced maturity, a handsome man whose beard could intoxicate countless women at first glance.

Suddenly, he looked to the left.

He said, "Brother Yang Xiu, I know it’s you! Come out!"

A man with a cold demeanor immediately came forward.

He was Yang Xiu, the second-ranked genius among disciples, indicating the extent of his terrifying strength.

He said, "Brother Xu Zun, have you also been disturbed by their sword qi?"

Clearly, he spoke little, expressing himself with cold-blooded brevity.

His words felt uncomfortable to hear, as if interrogating.

However, Xu Zun was not angry because he knew Yang Xiu’s temperament could easily offend anyone.

Xu Zun, the top-ranked genius of the Infinite Sword Sect, had strength far surpassing Luo Ting, since no one could ever challenge his top position in the sect.

"Indeed, brother Yang Xiu, who do you think will win between them?"

Xu Zun asked with a smile.

Yang Xiu looked towards the fighting spot.

Then said, "They are facing off, testing endurance; ultimately, their conclusion will be mutual destruction in my view!"

This was Yang Xiu’s prediction.

But Xu Zun stated, "I have a different view!"

"Different view?"

Yang Xiu looked curiously at Xu Zun.

Xu Zun said, "I know more or less about Luo Ting’s strength, without resorting to the ninth sword, he will undoubtedly lose!"

"Besides, at the moment, he clearly doesn’t have time to use the ninth sword, so his loss is a matter of three breaths!"

"Three breaths?"

Yang Xiu looked forward curiously.

Sure enough, at that moment, the brilliance in the sky suddenly dissipated, accompanied by the sound of Luo Ting falling to the ground as he descended from high altitude.

A chilling spectacle.

Yang Xiu had to admire Xu Zun’s precise forecasting; no wonder he ranked as the top genius of the Infinite Sword Sect.

Even he, the second-ranked genius, couldn’t compare.

"If he used the ninth sword, would he win?"

Yang Xiu asked.

Xu Zun replied, "The result would be fifty-fifty, because I sense the King of Heaven fighting him seems to be hiding something."

"With Luo Ting’s furious temperament, I think he absolutely won’t give up easily; he will definitely use the ninth sword!"

Xu Zun stated.

"Is it really that strong?"

Yang Xiu looked towards the battle’s direction.

He didn’t expect Xu Zun to rate Ye Fan so highly; he knew Ye Fan cultivated both the Demon Path and Sword Dao simultaneously.

Rising from the newcomers to become the chief elite disciple of Sword Obsession, the fact that Sword Obsession, who never took disciples, accepted him as the chief elite speaks volumes.

Ye Fan must undoubtedly be extraordinary, yet he couldn’t understand whether Ye Fan could truly contend against Luo Ting’s ninth sword?

Take Yang Xiu for instance; if he were to confront Luo Ting’s ninth sword head-on, it would come at an immense cost, considering he was a Second Grade Ancestor Realm.

He couldn’t fathom what capability Ye Fan, who stood at the same rank as him, had to withstand the ninth sword.

At the moment Luo Ting fell to the ground, everyone was shocked, never anticipating that it would be Luo Ting descending; given his strength, defeating Ye Fan seemed to be a piece of cake to them.

Could it be that Luo Ting deliberately held back?

This couldn’t be possible; someone as unstoppable as Luo Ting wouldn’t possibly hold back; he cared for his reputation.

Therefore, the chance that Luo Ting held back was zero.

There was only one possibility, that Luo Ting couldn’t match Ye Fan.

But in everyone’s eyes, this was Heavenly Night Tales, someone as strong as Luo Ting, fourth-ranked genius of the Infinite Sword Sect, unexpectedly could not best a newcomer.

What a laughable joke!

This was practically impossible.

Ye Fan landed steadily on the ground, despite some disarray, far less disheveled than Luo Ting, who fell from the sky.

Earlier, Ye Fan forcibly slashed through Luo Ting’s man-sword unity with the Yuanhong Sword.

Cannot be said as weak, only that Luo Ting encountered Ye Fan, who was even more abnormal; remember, he was only relying on Sword Dao Power to resist.

His strongest asset being the Heaven-defying skill, daring to even kill the heavens, let alone just one person, however strong, cannot challenge the heavens.

Luo Ting climbed dejectedly from the deep pit.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Luo Ting coughed blood; at this moment, his aura was terribly weak.

Wei Yan directly sat on the ground; he initially thought Luo Ting could execute Ye Fan, and he could in turn easily deal with Feng Shaohao and Li’er.

But now! He felt utterly hopeless; even his strongest support was beaten by Ye Fan; does he have any hope left?

That was outright impossible; even if He Quan was an elder, there remained Sword Obsession steadily suppressing him!

Attempting to act against Ye Fan seemed obviously impossible.

"No way, he still has the ninth sword!"

Wei Yan suddenly regained hope; indeed, Luo Ting had not just the previous eight swords; there was still the ninth, the strongest one, believing Luo Ting surely wouldn’t hold back at this point.

Will surely unleash the ninth sword.

Given the current situation, Luo Ting should quickly act.