Chapter 450

The Shining Star of Yao Guang stood in empty space, golden light radiating from his body; though he made no move, everyone could feel his terrifying cultivation base.

"That depends on what you've got—I just came into town and acquired quite a few good things."

Fang Yu casually reached out and pulled out several pieces of exotic purple crystal divine source, playing with them in his hand; these were divine sources he'd obtained from a shop, each worth over a hundred thousand pure sources.

If Fang Yu hadn't been mistaken, the shop's backer was none other than the Yao Guang Sacred Sect.

"Bet on this?"

The Shining Star of Yao Guang's tone shifted slightly.

Few could see whether his expression had changed, for his entire body was shrouded in divine light, obscuring his face.

Yet the faces of those watching around him changed.

"Damn, this is too big—a single piece of that purple crystal divine source is worth over a hundred thousand sources; who the hell is this guy, to pull out five pieces just for betting? Doesn't that mean the stakes are worth six or seven hundred thousand sources?"

"You might not know him, but in the southern lands of the Eastern Wilderness, he's famous—he's Fang Yu, the Shining Star of the Weitaixuan Sect, come to the northern lands; no one knows what kind of miracle he encountered, but he can now judge the quality of source stones and has amassed many treasures."

"The Weitaixuan Sect? The one rumored to possess one of the Nine Secrets? A major sect in the south, yes—but I've never heard of Fang Yu before. He dares to challenge the heir of a Sacred Sect, the Shining Star of Yao Guang? That's audacious—he's got guts."

"Shh, you might not know, but I have special channels—I heard something: this Shining Star of Weitaixuan once fought against Ji Haoyue, the divine body of the ancient Ji family of the Eastern Wilderness, and Ji Haoyue lost to Fang Yu. Now, Fang Yu's reputation in Weitaixuan has long surpassed Hua Yunfei—he's the sect's number one senior disciple!"

"Surpassed Hua Yunfei? I've heard of Hua Yunfei—he's the youngest grandson of the Weitaixuan Sect's Zhang Sect, a renowned young genius of the south—but even Hua Yunfei couldn't possibly defeat a divine body."

"Fang Yu really defeated Ji Haoyue and became Weitaixuan's number one senior disciple? We've never heard this before—looks like we're about to witness Long Zhenghudou."

"It might not even happen—if the Shining Star of Yao Guang doesn't have enough valuable items to match the stakes, he can't fight. Sixty or seventy thousand jin of source as a bet? I don't have that kind of wealth."

Many followers of the Yaochi Holy Maiden were stunned, shocked by Fang Yu's staggering bet.

These young elites came from the southern lands of the Eastern Wilderness, the northern lands, the Central Plains, even the Northern Wastelands—but now they all knew Fang Yu, the number one senior disciple of Weitaixuan.

"Damn, betting sixty thousand sources? Even I, a prince, would hesitate."

The Imperial Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty was surrounded by many, like stars circling the moon; his golden armor shimmered brilliantly, dazzling to behold. As he watched Fang Yu nearby and listened to his words, he felt stunned.

The Great Xia Dynasty, of course, had no shortage of source—even divine source was plentiful—but with so many princes, his personal holdings were limited; he dared not bet against this Weitaixuan Shining Star named Fang Yu.

If he lost, he wouldn't be able to compete with the other princes upon returning.

"Since Brother Fang wants to bet on this, I'll have to risk my life to match you. But how exactly shall we bet?"

Under the gaze of the crowd, the Shining Star of Yao Guang seemed to hesitate briefly, then spoke and nodded in agreement.

An elder from Yao Guang Sacred Sect had already fetched the source from several shops as the stake.

"Since we young cultivators have met, let's settle it through martial combat and Dao discussion."

Seeing that the Shining Star of Yao Guang had truly prepared sixty thousand sources to challenge him, Fang Yu spoke.

"Fine."

The Shining Star of Yao Guang's voice was cold, but he agreed without hesitation.

Fang Yu stepped forward and left the city directly.

The Shining Star of Yao Guang did not hesitate—he left the city too.

Instantly, a flurry of movement—the followers of the Yaochi Holy Maiden also streamed out of the city, eager to witness the duel between these two young elites.

One was the most outstanding Shining Star of an ancient Sacred Sect, the Shining Star of Yao Guang; the other was Fang Yu, Shining Star of Nanyuda Sect Weitaixuan. For these two to settle their superiority in the northern lands immediately drew everyone's attention.

This duel even surpassed the Yaochi Holy Maiden's allure.

Many believed the Shining Star of Yao Guang had a ninety percent chance of defeating Fang Yu; after all, while Weitaixuan was a decent sect, it still fell far short of a Sacred Sect.

In the southern lands of the Eastern Wilderness, only a few sects were like Yao Guang Sacred Sect or the ancient Ji family—while major sects like Weitaixuan and Xiaoyao Sect were numerous.

Now, a Shining Star of a major sect faced a Sacred Sect's heir, and many were certain the Shining Star of Yao Guang would win.

Ahead, the Shining Star of Yao Guang stood alone in the arena, golden light radiating from his entire body; he was like a furnace of heaven and earth, scorching all directions, his overwhelming aura making many tremble.

Endless light poured from his body, bathing the entire world in holy radiance, like a bronze furnace refining the world—nothing could break through.

The Shining Star of Yao Guang stood like a god in the arena, exuding an aura impervious to all arts.

Many, seeing his aura, were awestruck.

The Shining Star of Yao Guang stood firm as a mountain, unmoving, radiant as the rising sun, his light so brilliant no one could look directly at him.

"This guy is incredible—he's like a furnace of heaven and earth, his vital energy surging; I feel even I couldn't match him—he's basically the top young cultivator."

Among the crowd, several cultivators of considerable strength stood together, their eyes fixed on the Shining Star of Yao Guang with hostility and deep caution.

If Ye Fan were here, he'd recognize the young man speaking as his newly made friend, Wu Zhong, descendant of the great bandits.

"Once he unleashes his holy light technique, he's unbeatable—everything gets purified. This is true imperviousness to all arts; no attack can pierce it. If I faced him, I'd only be able to flee—I couldn't harm him at all."

Another descendant of the great bandits spoke, deeply worried.

This was Tu Fei, a famed young expert from the northern lands, descendant of the great bandits.

"His holy light grows stronger—perhaps even a divine body couldn't break his defense. But I heard Fang Yu once defeated Ji Haoyue, the divine body of the Eastern Wilderness. Can he win?"

Another young man spoke—he was Li Hei Shui, descendant of the great bandits.

These descendants of the great bandits were usually carefree and clownish, but their cultivation was solid; yet before the Shining Star of Yao Guang's holy light technique, they all felt terror.

"Only the legendary Battle Saint Art might break through—but the Battle Saint Art has been lost since Jiang Shenwang vanished."

"Not necessarily—the imperial dragon qi of Great Xia is supreme, famed as invincible, unbreakable, earth-shaking; I think it could counter the Shining Star of Yao Guang. But the Great Xia prince probably won't strike against him."

Several great bandit descendants glanced at the Great Xia prince nearby, seeing his iron armor gleaming brilliantly, wreathed in dragon qi.

The Great Xia prince was the heir of an ancient, immortal dynasty; especially, Great Xia possessed the Taihuang Scripture, the most renowned ancient scripture of the Central Plains, its power unparalleled, especially in offensive might—famed as capable of breaking all arts under heaven.

But the Taihuang Scripture of the Central Plains had never clashed with the Battle Saint Art of the Eastern Wilderness—a regret. The Eastern Wilderness believed the Battle Saint Art was invincible; the Central Plains, equally proud, believed the Taihuang Scripture's imperial dragon qi was the ultimate offensive force, capable of breaking all arts.

"One claims to break all arts, the other boasts imperviousness to all—whose victory will it be?"

All eyes turned to the arena, where the Shining Star of Yao Guang now radiated boundless holy light, brilliant beams filling the sky, the heavenly bronze furnace seeming ready to melt all.

Holy light surged like a tidal wave, piercing the clouds, the heavens ablaze with brilliance.

At this moment, the Shining Star of Yao Guang truly resembled a deity, his entire body glowing, as if ready to purify this world.

His vital energy surged like molten lava, a bronze furnace capable of refining this world.

"I can't take this aura anymore!"

Some cultivators groaned, their bodies weak, retreating backward.

The onlookers couldn't even withstand the aura of the Yaoguang Sacred Son—how terrifying was this?

"His life force is too vigorous, nearly overshadowing half the sky; his blood and qi alone could obliterate ordinary cultivators."

Many cultivators with weak cultivation bases retreated in haste, watching from afar.

But on Fang Yu's side, there was no radiance at all—he looked like an ordinary cultivator.

He stood in the void, no divine light visible, no pressure felt; apart from his flawless physique, he seemed unremarkable.

Yet both the Yaochi Sacred Daughter and the Yaoguang Sacred Daughter became solemn; they felt that Fang Yu's next attack would shatter heaven and earth, shaking the entire arena.

"Break."

Suddenly, Fang Yu moved.

He took a single step through the void and appeared before the Yaoguang Sacred Son, slapping his palm forward—endless Daoic arts were all contained within this single strike.

Great Five Elements Art, Great Cutting Art, Great Devouring Art, Great Origin Art, Great Killing Art, and the branch technique Great Star Infinity Scripture.

And countless other divine techniques.

Countless divine techniques, all activated by Fang Yu's magic power and condensed by his will, became one crushing palm strike.

What kind of strike was this?

The Yaoguang Sacred Son, who had seemed like a celestial deity descending, surrounded by boundless sacred light forming a heavenly furnace capable of melting all things, saw all his sacred light instantly absorbed, devoured, refined, and contained beyond the void.

The boundless sacred light shattered at once.

Fang Yu simply took one step forward and slapped his palm forward.

All the Yaoguang Sacred Son's sacred light dimmed to nothing, and he was flung backward.

One strike—Yaoguang Sacred Son was defeated.

The Yaoguang Sacred Son, who had seemed like a god, could not even block Fang Yu's single move.

At this moment, all the onlookers were stunned.

"What… what just happened? How could this happen?"

"Yaoguang Sacred Son seemed like a celestial deity—his blood and qi were so strong they made me tremble. But why did Fang Yu only need one palm strike to severely wound him?"

"What happened? Why can't I understand? Who can tell me how Fang Yu defeated Yaoguang Sacred Son?"

"One strike—only one strike—and Yaoguang Sacred Son was defeated? Terrifying, horrifying! This is impossible!"

"I sensed a hint of the mystery—Fang Yu didn't lack divine power or radiance; his power was inwardly contained. His strike was too fast, too violent, too powerful, too brutal—no one could block it."

"That strike was too fast—I couldn't have blocked it either."

"Now I understand—this Weitaixuan Sect Sacred Son is truly terrifying. No wonder rumors say he defeated Ji Hao Yue of the Ji Clan's Divine Body; even that divine body couldn't possibly be his match."

"The Weitaixuan Sect has produced an invincible young genius!"