"Break for me…" With a roar from Ye Jingyu, streaks of dazzling golden light erupted from beneath the colossal peak. The mountain, a staggering two thousand zhang high, began to fissure with marks, resembling a piece of art shattering to reveal a massive light source hidden within.

"Rumble…" Suddenly, the entire mountain exploded. Rocks shot out like cannonballs; some were only the size of a fist, while others spanned dozens of zhang in diameter, resembling small meteors.

These rocks sparked as they tore through the air, appearing from a distance like a meteor shower. Many were instantly incinerated by friction before even touching the ground, while the larger pieces slammed into the earth, carving out immense craters.

The entire sky was filled with these countless fragments, covering an area spanning a hundred li. Fortunately, Ye Jingyu and Xuanyuan Ruoxing had moved their battle far from Yunjing City; otherwise, not only the city but also the million-strong army outside its walls would have been pulverized by the debris.

This was beyond the power of mere mortals to resist; the very earth trembled as if struck by a massive earthquake.

Through the myriad of falling stones, a figure shot forth. His clothes were reduced to ash, revealing the shimmering, seven-colored Divine Soul Battle Armor now blazing around him.

His long white hair whipped wildly without wind, and an overwhelmingly tyrannical aura radiated outwards. Any falling debris, regardless of size, was pulverized by the sheer force field surrounding Ye Jingyu before it could draw near, making him appear as if he were encircled by a black hole.

Seeing Ye Jingyu burst forth so quickly, surprise flashed across Xuanyuan Ruoxing's face. He had just summoned and shattered a massive mountain! Hadn't that left a huge pit in the ground? Yet, Ye Jingyu seemed completely unharmed.

"Die…" Ye Jingyu hissed coldly, suddenly unleashing a punch across the void. This single strike condensed all his essence, energy, spirit, and strength. There was no accompanying light or energy fluctuation—it was the purest punch. Yet, Xuanyuan Ruoxing clearly felt the void around him fracturing, or rather, the space itself being compressed and then shattering under the pressure. His body felt rigidly held, utterly unable to react. A searing pain ripped through his chest, followed by the sickening sound of his ribs cracking, as a mist of blood erupted violently from his sternum.

Pain—an agonizing, uncontrollable pain—not only ravaged his physical body but seemed to shatter his very soul.

Had his Fist Intent reached such a level? To inflict damage from this distance merely by striking the air—what kind of martial art was this?

Xuanyuan Ruoxing was deeply alarmed and immediately deployed the Haotian Pagoda. Streaks of white light descended, not only repairing his flesh and soul but also mending the fractured space itself.

After all, this was the artifact once used by the Great Emperor Haotian to suppress the Three Realms. Even though it was not fully restored, and Xuanyuan Ruoxing could not yet harness its complete power, repairing a minor spatial rupture was effortless.

Ye Jingyu certainly would not allow Xuanyuan Ruoxing such an easy recovery. He instantly drew the Heavenly Venerable Saber, executed a casual flourish, and cleaved outward. A brilliant blade light sliced across the sky, accompanied by sharp saber energies that continuously lashed out, seeming to tear apart the very air around them.

Almost instantaneously, the blade light arrived before Xuanyuan Ruoxing, who quickly gestured with one hand, summoning a white light shield to intercept the attack.

"Rumble…" Another massive concussion followed. The white shield was cleaved cleanly in two by the saber light. However, Xuanyuan Ruoxing used the momentary obstruction to retreat several dozen li. The blade light, following its momentum, continued downward, gouging a gigantic rift in the earth that stretched for thousands of zhang long and plunged hundreds of zhang deep.

Witnessing Ye Jingyu's ferocity, Xuanyuan Ruoxing dared not hold back any longer. This man’s strength seemed to surpass his own, particularly his physical body—it was simply not a body that a human should possess.

Muttering incantations, he circulated the mana within his core. He suddenly spat a stream of blood into the air, which traced out an arcane rune, and then pointed a finger at the ground...

"Rise…" Xuanyuan Ruoxing roared. Instantly, the previously flat ground surged upward, transforming into a colossal earth sword stabbing directly toward Ye Jingyu from below.

Ye Jingyu made no move to evade; he simply stomped down upon the massive sword.

"Rumble…" Ye Jingyu’s foot crushed the earth sword into dust, scattering it into the air. But just then, a torrent of fiery red magma erupted from the depths, a spectacle far more terrifying than a volcanic eruption. The surrounding cool air began to heat rapidly, skyrocketing past several hundred degrees in a blink, and continuing to climb past a thousand degrees soon after. Dozens of kilometers away, even hundreds of kilometers out, the vegetation began to wither, and the birds and beasts fled wildly into the distance. Occasionally, villagers in small hamlets were thrown into chaos by the sudden, intense heat.

This was merely the temperature of the air; the magma itself was tens of thousands, perhaps even millions of degrees—enough to instantly vaporize steel, let alone a living person.

Facing such temperatures and the tidal wave of flowing magma, Ye Jingyu still showed no intention of dodging. His body was instantly engulfed by the searing liquid.

Such extreme heat would reduce any Venerable-level expert, even those possessing immensely resilient physiques, to ash. Even Xuanyuan Ruoxing, protected by the Haotian Pagoda, was dripping with sweat, yet he dared not relax, for Ye Jingyu offered too many continuous surprises.

For any ordinary person, an attack that directly channeled magma like this posed a grave threat; being enveloped would spell doom even for a Martial Venerable, whose profound energy struggled against such temperatures. But Ye Jingyu’s Chaos Body was no ordinary physique—it was a body capable of containing everything. Unless the opponent’s strength surpassed his own by tenfold, such energy attacks were merely nourishment.

Even within the molten rock, he moved with ease. He even began to absorb the fire and light emanating from the magma...

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