Chapter 083: The Artifact Sect Opens

"Bang! Bang!..." Gu Mo struck out several palm winds from afar, descending above Yang Tian's head. In an instant, his figure vanished eerily and reappeared behind Yang Tian, his fists shimmering with light as he smashed them fiercely toward Yang Tian's back.

Shua! Sensing the figure behind him, Yang Tian smiled. His body moved like a loach; with a tap of his feet, he vanished and reappeared several zhang away.

"This movement technique is really good." Looking at Gu Mo's gloomy face, Yang Tian touched his nose. With this technique, the likelihood of revealing his true strength in battle was greatly reduced.

Having punched empty air, Gu Mo's cold eyes fixed on Yang Tian, his killing intent growing sharper. On his fists, a pale red energy suddenly bloomed, and fierce energy surged.

As the energy surged, the power gathering on his fists grew stronger. The vacuum twisted, and the surrounding rocks shattered—a truly formidable fist technique.

"Ancient Mountain-Breaking Fist!" With a deep shout, Gu Mo's body instantly appeared before Yang Tian, unleashing a terrifying energy that blasted the vacuum apart, smashing toward Yang Tian's head.

"Seal of Shaking Heaven!" Yang Tian sneered, his eyes on the fist inches away. The crimson seal within his robes spun through the void, and a crimson wave swept forth, crashing down onto the fist.

"Rumble..." Like thunder, it resounded across the sky. Both bodies were sent flying back, their feet stomping the ground, kicking up mud.

"Whoosh..." Halting his retreat abruptly, Yang Tian's body shot forward, unleashing a flurry of crimson fist shadows that tore through the vacuum with the sound of wind.

Many people present, a sea of heads, watched the battle. Yang Tian's reputation was no longer what it once was; having exchanged blows with a young elite from a Holy Land, he had gained some fame in the Eastern Continent.

"Second Brother, do you think Brother Yang can win?" Yun'er stared at the battlefield, her hands intertwined, revealing her nervousness.

"If Gu Mo doesn't use a weapon, Yang Tian will definitely win. Yang Tian hasn't gone all out yet... But Gu Mo surely has a Dao artifact, so it's hard to say." Xing Hao glanced at Yun'er with a teasing look and laughed heartily.

"If he dares to use a weapon, we'll gang up on him and beat him to death. Who's afraid of him?" Qing Yuan raised an eyebrow and said ferociously.

"Right, let's all go together and beat him to death." A few nodded, causing Meng Hao beside them to roll his eyes.

Bang! Bang! In the field, figures crossed, dust flew, rocks exploded, and fierce energy pierced through patches of vacuum, startling the onlookers.

"How is this kid's physical body so strong?" Gu Mo continuously struck with palm winds, but the recoil numbed his hands. Each time he hit Yang Tian's body, a gust of energy from within repelled his attack.

"Boom! Boom!" Yang Tian kept throwing punches, pushing the nameless fist technique to its current limit. Without breaking through to a higher realm, it was hard to advance further.

"Boom!" Gu Mo's arms suddenly writhed, and two fierce gusts of wind blasted Yang Tian back. At the same time, his own body retreated.

"They're evenly matched." Seeing the two separate without injury, the crowd cheered. A rising star was contending with a Holy Land.

Gu Mo's arms writhed again, swelling to double their size, veins bulging, and fierce winds swayed.

Gu Mo's face turned cold. A terrifying energy surged from his arms, then burst forth with overwhelming ferocity.

"Yang Tian, let's see what else you've got." The terrifying energy swelled, each wisp converging in the void, forming two massive arms that radiated an intense pressure.

"Ancient Heaven-Crushing Arms!" As the two massive arms surged, Gu Mo's blood and qi drained rapidly. His body shot toward Yang Tian.

"Such a powerful martial skill." Yang Tian's expression turned serious. He unhesitatingly drove his blood and qi to the fullest, his half-opened acupoints operating at full power. A torrential crimson blood and qi, like a tide, roared forth.

Rumble! A river of blood and qi floated above his head, its majestic pressure shaking heaven and earth. Thunder roared, wind howled—such astonishing phenomena shocked Gu Mo.

"This kid cannot be spared." Gu Mo's heart grew colder. In an instant, he appeared before Yang Tian, and the two arms hovering in front of him shot forward.

"Blazing Sun, come forth!" Yang Tian shouted. The river of blood and qi rolled, and a great sun rose slowly, emitting scorching waves that made the air dance like boiling water.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The fierce energies clashed, sending terrifying ripples in all directions. Rocks shattered, and countless explosions resounded.

"Such powerful energy fluctuations!" The crowd retreated continuously. Even without using artifacts, the mere fluctuations made their scalps tingle; the aftershocks alone were too much for most.

"Tsk, tsk. I didn't expect Yang Tian to be this strong now, having condensed two phenomena." Qing Yuan clicked his tongue in admiration.

Bang! Bang! The scorching waves attacked, and the two massive arms crushed forward, but the surrounding energy rapidly diminished, dispersed by the heat.

"Explode!" Seeing this, Yang Tian roared. The trembling sun in the air suddenly burst, sending countless fire waves in all directions, shattering the two arms.

Bang! The raging fire swept across, turning the surrounding soil to ash. Gu Mo's body flew backward and tumbled to the ground.

"Sss." The crowd gasped, staring at the disheveled Gu Mo, then involuntarily looked at the slightly battered figure of Yang Tian.

The previous consumption was immense; Yang Tian's head felt dizzy. He quickly swallowed several ancient pills, and a hint of color returned to his pale face.

"Gu Mo, want to keep fighting?" Looking at the figure before him, whose face was now terrifyingly cold, a surge of resentment swept through Gu Mo's heart. Being defeated by someone of no status was unacceptable.

"Yang Tian, you must die!" Gu Mo's venomous gaze fixed on Yang Tian, his roar filled with intense malice, echoing across the land.

"Kill him, kill him." Li Hongtao stared at Yang Tian with a ferocious gaze, roaring inwardly. On the side of Murong Jie and his group, their faces were gloomy. They hadn't expected Yang Tian to contend with Gu Mo; with a suitable Dao artifact, he would suppress them completely.

Xiu! A palm-sized seal appeared in Gu Mo's hand, golden as if cast from gold, with a lifelike golden dragon entwined with divine patterns. A chilling aura quietly emanated from it.

"Golden Dragon Seal!" Qing Yuan's face changed. He and Meng Hao appeared before Yang Tian, wielding a Thunder God Hammer and a pitch-black greatsword. The three artifacts dazzled countless eyes.

As Qing Yuan stepped forward, Murong Jie and his group also shot forward, their eyes fixed on the opponents, their killing intent unabated.

"What? You lot want to interfere too?" Qing Yuan touched his nose disdainfully. The Thunder God Hammer in his hand radiated power, its dazzling purple lightning startling the glaring opponents.

"Qing Yuan, don't go too far." Suppressing his fury, Gu Mo's eyes flickered with caution. Two Dao artifacts—no matter how capable he was, he couldn't handle them, especially since he was already injured.

"Haha, if I don't help my brother, should I help you? If you don't want to fight, get lost." Qing Yuan clicked his tongue and laughed heartily.

The two sides glared at each other, neither daring to make a move. The Artifact Sect was about to open; fighting to mutual destruction would not be worth it.

Boom! Boom! As they faced off, the distant stone tablet suddenly trembled, and an ancient, desolate aura surged forth.

The Artifact Sect opened, and all the people on Martial Dao Mountain gathered there.