Chapter 1310: Chapter 1248: The Power of the Mysterious Stele

"Young Master Ye, please, you killed my son, and now you come to the sect of my woman to challenge. It’s not too much to have a duel with you, is it? Besides, in your eyes, I am just someone you can easily defeat at will." Lin Yan raised his hand, making an inviting gesture towards Ye Tian, with a smile.

"Qingcheng, step aside with Father Emperor, and be a quiet observer." Emperor Jin looked at Jin Qingcheng, who was tightly grabbing Ye Tian’s arm, and said.

Indisputable.

Jin Qingcheng was unwilling, somewhat obstinate, and pleaded to Ye Tian like: "Brother Ye Tian, please, don’t duel with Lin Yan, it’s too dangerous."

"Jin Qingcheng, did you not hear Father’s words? If you don’t step aside with Father Emperor, he might have to personally step in." Emperor Jin’s voice grew louder.

At this, Jin Qingcheng’s face turned pale. She trembled slightly as she reluctantly released her grip and quickly retreated to give way, even though deep down she was unwilling. But she was certain that if she dared to ignore Father Emperor’s words again, he would really take action, and once Father Emperor acted, Brother Ye Tian’s mere one percent chance of survival would immediately drop to zero.

"Please." Ye Tian raised his hand, making an inviting gesture toward Lin Yan as well.

Immediately afterward.

Ye Tian unexpectedly took action directly.

However, Ye Tian decided to toy with him a bit and then catch him off guard, to slap Qingcheng’s father hard in the face.

According to Ye Tian’s estimation, if he fully unleashed his combat power now, he could instantly defeat a hundred Emperors Jin. But since the opponent was his wife’s father, he decided to leave some dignity intact for him.

Therefore, Ye Tian summoned the Mysterious Stele right away, not only to display a bit of his true strength but also to catch Lin Yan off guard.

Boom...

The Mysterious Stele was summoned.

It was clearly visible: an ancient stele full of pure and primordial aura emerged suddenly from the rift between Void and Real Space, appearing out of thin air, abruptly.

Radiant light scattered, inscriptions floated, and between Heaven and Earth, there seemed to be only one stele, reaching down to the Earth’s spirit, and veiling the sky dome above.

The space froze.

Time descended.

As the inscriptions floated, they contained Daoist bone letters, constructing the rhythm of the Dao and consolidating a suppressive stance.

In that instant, it felt as though all the power of nature in the world was added onto that stele.

Heavy!!!

The heaviness of Wuyan.

Locked onto Lin Yan, it crashed down fiercely.

As the Mysterious Stele crashed down, it seemed to absorb all the powers of the Small Thousand World, gathering in a small area and then, in front of Lin Yan, violently exploded.

At that moment, the entire Wuming Sea howled, trembled, and was horrified; at the ends of the sky dome above, the will of the Small Thousand World appeared once again, this time more enraged and apprehensive.

Yet, still due to sensing a faint mysterious aura from Ye Tian’s Divine Soul Sea, it was intimidated and dared not to issue a heavenly punishment.

But, the anger and panic of the Heavenly Dao’s will exploded, therefore, at the ends of the sky dome, profound heavenly punishment thunders erupted, booming explosively, inexplicably bursting forth.

Within that brief moment, Lin Yan’s complexion shifted like a chameleon. His soul almost burst.

Frankly speaking, even though Ye Tian had instantaneously defeated the Flame Demon Ancestor before, Lin Yan still considered Ye Tian as a local bumpkin, a somewhat gifted young man from the Small Thousand World.

He hadn’t looked him in the eye properly; moreover, hadn’t taken him seriously.

Lin Yan estimated that if he didn’t intend to toy with Ye Tian, a single move would end it.

Initially, he thought about whether to restrain a bit and play a few moves with Ye Tian, torment him severely to please Emperor Jin, but who would have thought...

In an instant, he felt as though being dragged into Hell by Death itself.

He actually sensed the scent of death.

Top-grade Dao Artifact????

Lin Yan truly felt as if he had seen a ghost.

Even he, Lin Yan, couldn’t produce a top-grade Dao Artifact!

A boy in his twenties from a Small Thousand World just brought it out like that?

The key point was that he successfully completed the sacrificial refinement?

Are you kidding?

Oh my gosh!

This is too ridiculous, isn’t it?

To successfully refine a treasure on the level of a top-grade Dao Artifact would require at least the third or fifth transition of the Emperor Martial Realm, right?

Still, it would only be reluctantly refined; to wield it at will would require a considerable amount of time and vast Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

But now...

Of course, no matter how shocking, terrifying, and hard to believe, the fact had already happened.

The thoughts spun quickly, leaving only the desire to survive.

Boom... The figure explosively retreated, freely utilizing the movement technique at the Dao Level, oscillating between the void and real space, a retreat faster than Instantaneous Movement.

During this, Lin Yan unleashed thirty-two swords!!!

Each sword like a dragon.

Each sword entering Divine Skills.

Each sword infused with sword intent at the late stage of ascension.

Furthermore, the thirty-two swords were coherent and transparent; surprisingly, they formed a combination of sword moves and a set of Divine Skills.

Amidst continuity, the thirty-two swords connected to nature, pardoned the laws of heaven, pulled spirit essence, severed sea of heaven, each sword precise, guarding at the front, at the same position.

Additionally, the sword used by Lin Yan for these thirty-two swords was not of low level either; it was at the half-step Dao level, and inside the sword, it seemed to suppress some terrifying Ancient Divine Beast’s Divine Soul, greatly enhancing the sword’s power, and adding various ancient arrays and secret techniques to it; in short, this sword was very strong, and the sword clearly harmonized with Lin Yan. Inside the sword was a person, the person was in nature, the laws of nature formed Heaven and Earth, Heaven and Earth entered the Sword Heart.

Lin Yan’s strike displayed strength far beyond what everyone present could imagine.

The power of the Emperor Martial Realm was clearly evident.

Moreover, the thirty-two swords were executed in roughly the span of a single breath, showcasing a crazy level of speed in sword usage.

Those present, including some top sword Dao geniuses from the hidden forces in the Small Thousand World, were stunned, gaping in awe... amazed by Lin Yan’s supreme performance in sword Dao.

However.

Even so!!!

In an instant.

Clang clang clang...

The piercing, horrifying sounds collided, and Lin Yan’s thirty-two swords of sword light quickly shattered. Meanwhile, Lin Yan’s speed of retreat accelerated, and his face turned somewhat pale.

Against the invincible blade of those thirty-two swords, the Mysterious Stele remained unstoppable.

Especially the inscriptions, glowing brighter.

Becoming more ancient.

If listened carefully, it seemed as though there was an ancient path singing the inscriptions.

In the blink of an eye.

Those thirty-two sword lights were completely suppressed and crushed.

The whole process was effortlessly simple.

Beyond anyone’s imagination.

"Nine Heavens Without Limit, Eight Desolates Gather!!! Divine Heaven Guide! Ghost Wind Swirl! Great Sun Sword Spirit Storm!!!" Seeing the Mysterious Stele suppressing once again, in the brink of life and death, Lin Yan suddenly shouted.

Word by word.

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