Chapter 414: Ji Haoyue, you

Li Youyou of Xiaoyao Sect immediately conceded upon seeing Fang Yu's Star Scripture.

She had already sensed the boundless magic power and terrifying divine might of this Xuantian Sect's Holy Son, far surpassing her own—if they truly fought, that starlight twist would obliterate her instantly, leaving no chance to resist.

The gap in their strength was too vast, their understanding of Dao too unequal, as if they did not even belong to the same tier.

"The Xuantian Sect's Holy Son possesses such divine ability? I recall that the Star Peak's ultimate skill allows one to sense a single star and be called a genius; sensing seven stars makes one a genius among geniuses—but Fang Yu senses thirty-five stars? Does that mean his magic power is limitless?"

"The starlight's power is boundless, yet cultivators struggle to harness it—only the Star Peak of Xuantian Sect mastered the Star Divine Art, allowing Xuantian Sect to stand firm in the Eastern Wilderness; the Star Peak is even the foremost of Xuantian Sect's one hundred and eight main peaks. Now that Xuantian Sect has produced such a Holy Son, it is truly terrifying."

"Indeed, being born in the same age as the Xuantian Sect's Holy Son may be a misfortune—if his divine art reaches completion, he might even suppress a Divine Body."

Among the young prodigies, many thoughts arose—even the Holy Daughter of Yaoguang Sacred Land, the host Hua Yunfei, seemed unprepared for Fang Yu's such ability.

"I still wish to test my skills against you, friend."

At that moment, Zhong Zhong Wudi of Xuantian Sect stepped forward.

He had clearly witnessed Fang Yu's divine ability and boundless magic power, yet he still stepped forward to challenge him.

This drew curiosity from many, and murmurs arose.

"Zhong Zhong Wudi, the most outstanding disciple of Xuantian Sect's current generation, is the son of the sect's Zhang Sect. Since childhood, he has been nurtured by Xuantian Sect, and his cultivation base is exceedingly strong."

"Within Xuantian Sect, he stands alone—against other disciples, he defeats them with a single sword. Now, facing Fang Yu, he has finally decided to act."

"Xuantian Sect's Heavenly Will Sword Art is said to have thirty-six layers—no one knows how many he has mastered."

"Let us watch closely—this should be an extraordinary battle."

The Divine Sons, Divine Daughters, and Holy Daughters seated in the arena directed their divine senses toward Fang Yu and Zhong Zhong Wudi, all eagerly anticipating this duel.

"You strike first, friend."

Fang Yu stood in empty space, a Book of Infinite Stars above his head, countless starlight rays cascading down, making him appear as a deity who commanded the stars.

Yet the Book of Infinite Stars held only thirty-five stars—just one-tenth of the full power of this supreme divine art.

Earlier, when debating with Li Youyou, he had not exerted his full strength; even one-tenth of the Book of Infinite Stars was enough to awe the crowd and earn him the title of genius.

"Beware!"

Zhong Zhong Wudi spoke "beware," and in the next instant, a seven-colored sword qi erupted from his body—upon release, it radiated an aura of annihilation, piercing through empty space in the blink of an eye.

In that instant, it reached Fang Yu's back, as if aiming to slay him outright.

This sword strike bore the semblance of Instant Death Art.

Where the sword, moving dozens of times the speed of sound, passed, it severed many starlight rays; the hyper-concentrated qi pierced through all, and where it traveled, violent winds surged through empty space.

No one expected Zhong Zhong Wudi of Xuantian Sect to unleash a killing move immediately—if this strike could not be blocked, Fang Yu's physical body might be severed.

This technique carried immense killing power!

Yet Fang Yu's expression remained calm—he even found this move unimpressive.

Because the killing speed of his Bai Di Jin Huang Zhan was even faster.

When the killing sword arrived, Fang Yu's hand moved with an inconceivable motion, curling backward and lightly grasping the seven-colored sword light.

The seven-colored sword light thrashed wildly, still attempting to slash Fang Yu's hand at dozens of times the speed of sound—but that hand seemed forged from the hardest material in the world, utterly uncuttable.

The sword light writhed, yet could not escape—like an insect trapped in a spiderweb, no matter how it struggled, it was useless.

Fang Yu clenched his hand, and Zhong Zhong Wudi's full-power sword qi shattered instantly.

Then Fang Yu slashed a sword qi of his own, striking Zhong Zhong Wudi's body and immediately shattering the divine light surrounding him.