Chapter 1849: A Contest Between Fellow Disciples

Shock flashed through his mind for an instant, then he understood.

He was not Liu Yang!

Instead, he was the new Spirit Emperor. These senior and junior fellow apprentices, being human elites, had come to ambush and kill him, which was understandable.

"Well done! Just in time for me to see what levels everyone has reached after so long!"

He wanted to send a telepathic message to stop them, but he knew that at this critical moment of the coronation ceremony, acknowledging his relationship with the attackers would ruin his teacher's plan, so he immediately held back.

At the same time, a sense of pride arose in his heart.

He also wanted to see what levels and strengths his many fellow disciples had achieved after nearly a year apart.

Boom!

He spun around abruptly and threw a punch at the charging Wu Hun.

The ground collapsed, and the immense force felt like two worlds colliding. Lu Chong's Wu Hun had barely appeared before being hammered back into the earth.

"Such a powerful punch..."

His pupils contracted, and Lu Chong's face turned icy.

He had only felt such狂暴 fist power from his teacher and Senior Brother Liu Yang. He hadn't expected the new Spirit Emperor to be able to unleash it as well.

No wonder he could pacify the entire race—this kind of power was terrifying.

Having repelled Lu Chong with one punch, Liu Yang's momentum surged. He extended both hands to meet Zheng Yang's spear and Zhao Ya's longsword.

Meeting two weapons with two fists, Liu Yang was in no way inferior.

Having absorbed all of Chen Yong's power, his strength had now reached the late stage of Ancient Saint Third Layer, Dripping Blood Rebirth, only a step away from the peak. Although his two fellow apprentices had also progressed rapidly during this time, they were still a notch behind him.

Thud! Thud!

With two muffled grunts, both of them staggered backward.

Clatter!

The Spirit Clan soldiers, seeing the new emperor under attack, rushed forward.

"No one is to act without my order!"

With a cold snort, Liu Yang stopped those who were about to attack together and grabbed with his hand.

Power tore through the air, and the longsword in Zhao Ya's hand was on the verge of flying away.

Raising her delicate eyebrows, Zhao Ya's pupils contracted. She clearly hadn't expected the new Emperor Yong to be not only so powerful but also so perceptive, seeing through the flaw in her sword technique at a glance and trying to seize her sword.

"Open!"

Knowing that if he succeeded, their ambush might fail completely, she let out a crisp shout.

Boom!

Her Pure Yin Constitution fully opened. In an instant, frost fell over a hundred kilometers around her, snowflakes drifted, and it seemed winter had arrived.

Under immense pressure, her stagnant cultivation broke through in the blink of an eye.

Ancient Saint Second Layer, the Hundred Schools of Thought realm!

In the Confucian Temple, she had already reached the Immortal Realm Great Perfection. After refining the Bodhi Fruit and Ice Crystal given by her teacher, her cultivation had soared. Although she didn't have the Spring and Autumn Hall like Zheng Yang, her progress was still fast, and their actual strength was roughly equal.

If not for this, Yuan Tao wouldn't have been so afraid upon hearing the senior sister's call.

With her breakthrough, Zhao Ya's edge sharpened, and her combat power doubled. Sword qi scattered like a waterfall, leaving no escape.

Zheng Yang also stepped forward, his spear thrusting repeatedly, forming a ribbon of light that descended from the sky with no room to dodge.

"This..."

Zhang Xuan, who had been watching the excitement, frowned at the scene, and anger involuntarily burned in his heart.

In just over two months, what had these reckless brats turned their training into?

Not only had they thrown away all the ultimate techniques he had taught them, but they were also doing them wrong—it was simply embarrassing!

"Hey!"

As Zhang Xuan sighed, the two attacks reached Liu Yang. He struck out with both palms, his fist power grinding like millstones.

Crack! Crack!

Zheng Yang and Zhao Ya staggered back again.

"Senior Sister!"

"Senior Brother!"

Boom!

Wang Ying, Wei Ruyan, and Yuan Tao could no longer hold back and charged forward together.

Yuan Tao rammed with his body. Although he hadn't reached Ancient Saint, after devouring Kong Shi's imprint and enduring the Ancient Saint tribulation once, his physical body was as tough as an Ancient Saint divine weapon. Using his body as a weapon, his power was surprisingly formidable.

Wei Ruyan activated her Innate Poison Constitution, and poisonous qi coiled like a dragon, preventing anyone from approaching, twisting the surrounding space with its toxicity.

Although Wang Ying didn't use any awakened items, her own strength had reached the Ancient Saint level. Coupled with her meticulous nature, every move she made coordinated with the other fellow disciples, slipping through cracks in a way that made Liu Yang most uncomfortable.

Stagger! Stagger! Stagger!

The six fought as one, like a single entity. Liu Yang lost his previous dominance and retreated repeatedly.

Although his cultivation far exceeded theirs, these six were all personally taught by the teacher, each having mastered the most exquisite martial techniques and the deepest understanding of the techniques. If he didn't use the teacher's ultimate moves and only relied on Emperor Yong's inheritance, he truly couldn't withstand them.

But once he used the teacher's inherited ultimate moves, his fellow disciples would surely recognize them at a glance, and then the battle would naturally stop.

Thud! Thud!

His mind racing, his reactions slowed slightly. He took two hits, stumbled back a few steps, tasted sweetness in his throat, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

After nearly a year apart, he had thought that with Emperor Yong's inheritance, he would surpass them all, but they were still this strong.

"This Emperor Yong is a bit strange..."

After repeated attacks, Zhao Ya and the others also sensed something amiss.

The new Emperor Yong's combat power was far greater than they had imagined—that was beyond doubt—but... how did he seem to know their coordination and techniques so well?

"Strange or not, if we don't hurry, once the other Spirit Clan members unite, we'll really fall here..."

Zheng Yang's brows shot up, urgency in his eyes.

No wonder he could unify the Spirit Clan. Although this guy was young, his combat power was not to be questioned. They had thought they were the most talented young generation, but they never dreamed that this new Emperor Yong, not much older than them, could fight six alone without showing signs of defeat.

Could he really be a disciple of the gods?

Otherwise, why was he so powerful?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The seven fought fiercely, the air churning with constant thunderous sounds. All the Spirit Clan members below watched, their faces flushed with excitement.

A melee of Ancient Saints, and so powerful—it was almost unheard of.

Most importantly, this new Emperor Yong was so strong fighting six alone!

"Enough!"

Just as everyone was stunned, a deep voice exploded in the air, echoing throughout the royal city.

Hearing this voice, Zheng Yang, Zhao Ya, and the others froze, then quickly retreated.

The new Emperor Yong also stood still, dumbfounded.

Boom!

A figure, hands clasped behind his back, slowly descended from the sky.