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After clasping his fists towards Ye He, who was seated on the pedestal, Gansius said in a clear voice that was neither servile nor overbearing:

"Royal Sky Sect's Gan Xiucheng requests Brother Ye to enlighten me!"

After she finished speaking, she moved to the other side of the stage to make room for Ye He Yu.

Seeing that another show was about to take place, the bored martial practitioners in the stands all stuck their heads out to look at Ye He Yu.

Gan Xiucheng's decision didn't come as a surprise to Ye He Yu.

With a refreshing smile on his face, he walked into the arena at a leisurely pace.

Such a noble demeanor caused the warriors in the stands to be full of praise.

"Tsk tsk, he really does come from the Heavenly Fiend Villa. This fluctuation really makes one want to have a good relationship with him."

"That's right, Villa Owner Ye has told everyone about the heroic deeds of the world's heroes, and who in the entire Heavenly Policy Empire doesn't know about it?"

"I wonder who is stronger between him and Gan Xiucheng …"

… ….

As the fighters in the stands were discussing amongst themselves.

Ye He and Yu Yu were already standing on the stage, not far from Gan Xiu Cheng.

After clasping his hands in return, he stretched out his palm and spoke to Gan Xiu Cheng.

"Please."

Hearing this, Gan Xiucheng nodded his head lightly.

Out of respect for an opponent, he immediately brandished the Yuan Yang Divine Sword.

"Sorry."

After speaking, Gan Xiu Cheng appeared a few hundred meters away from Ye He Yu.

"Yuan Yang Sword Technique!"

Hearing this familiar shout, Chen Yu who was in a false sleep opened his eyes.

He saw that Gan Xiucheng had already chosen his opponent, and was sparring on the stage.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Ke Yuechan, who had yet to wake him up.

Upon seeing the other party return to that ice-cold expression of his when they first met.

Chen Yu did not say anything, and quietly shifted his gaze back to the stage.

The words' Undersea Needle in the Heart of Women 'were completely true.

He asked himself how he did not offend this Chen Yu.

After a long time of speculating, he had not expected that he had done something wrong and that he would be offended.

When his focus returned to Gan Xiu Cheng, Chen Yu could already see countless of sword images of the Yuan Yang Divine Sword floating beside him.

Compared to the previous sparring in the square, the immortal arts displayed by Gan Xiu Cheng were much more refined.

Who would have thought that not only did Gan Xiucheng not give up, but even Chen Yu, who had improved so quickly, would nod his head in admiration.

Ye He turned around and looked at Ye Yu's back. He saw that Ye He was just quietly standing there, waiting for Gan Xiu Cheng to make the first move.

~ For some reason, Chen Yu felt that there was a terrifying power that Gan Xiu Cheng couldn't defend against hidden beneath this skinny body.

As for who was the weaker one and who was the weaker one, he could only wait until the competition was over before everything else was revealed.

Chen Yu restrained his sloppy attitude and sat upright on his seat, quietly watching Gan Xiu Cheng exchange pointers with someone.

When the sword shadows created by Prime Minister Gan Xiu's Yuan Yang sword reached their limits, Ye He and Ye Yu, who had been silently waiting not too far away from the ring, finally made their move.

A pair of fingers emerged from his sleeves and pointed directly at Gansius.

"Heavenly Fiend Star Transformation!"

Ye He's extremely warm and pure voice sounded out.

His fingertips tapped in the air, causing ripples to form in the ethereal air in front of him. It was as if Ye He's every tap had touched a pool of crystal clear water.

Ripples overlapped and spread, the sound of the explosion spreading in all directions.

"Bang!" Bang! "Bang!"

Just as everyone in the stands was curious about the divine ability that Ye He Yu had displayed, the sky above Ye He suddenly changed color, as if a bowl of thick ink had been poured over a piece of pure white silk.

The warriors in the viewing gallery continuously exclaimed at the strange phenomenon.

"What a terrifying immortal art …"

"From the looks of it, it can also be called a Great Perfection Immortal Technique, right?"

"What terrifying energy waves …"

"How could Ye He Yu, with her frail body, use such a terrifying immortal art? This is too perverted …"

… ….

In the dark sky above Ye He Yu's head, specks of stars floated down.

The starlight seemed to have received some sort of command, as it converged on Ye He Yu's hand.

It was as if all the spirits were leaping from Ye He's fingertips.

Everyone present seemed to be able to sense the terrifying amount of energy contained within the insignificant specks of starlight. They could faintly smell a hint of destruction.

And of all the people present, only Gan Xiucheng was left. He had a very clear impression of Ye He Yu's Immortal Perfection Technique.

"Cough …"

Gan Xiucheng coughed as he tried to suppress the sweetness that was rising in his throat.

Ye Zichen looked around at the sword images floating around him.

He knew that if he were to rely solely on the sword shadows around him, they wouldn't be able to pose a threat to Ye He Yu.

A fine layer of sweat was dripping down from Gan Xiucheng's forehead.

Gan Xiucheng didn't even have the time to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He tried his best to resist the aching pain in his eyes, and the hand gripping the Yuan Yang sword started to tremble uncontrollably.

With no other choice, Gan Xiucheng had to use both of his hands to stabilize the Yuan Yang sword in his hands.1

Gan Xiucheng didn't seem to be in a hurry to respond to Ye He's attacks. He stood still and played with the starlight in his hands, giving Gan Xiucheng enough time to gather what seemed like an incomplete attack.

He knew that the other party was intentionally letting him win, and he already knew in his heart that he was no match for Ye He Yu.

But if he just let it go, it would be a waste of a great opportunity to hone his skills.

He made up his mind.

Ignoring the danger of the backlash, he continued to brandish the Yuan Yang Divine Sword in his hand and forcefully gathered more sword shadows around him.

One person continued to create sword shadows around him while the other waited for him to finish condensing.

At this time, the hearts of all the martial artists in the viewing gallery were moved by these two people. They could roughly tell that these two people wanted to directly use this move to determine the victor. The audience was so nervous that they didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that a small disturbance they might accidentally make would disrupt the delicate balance between the two of them.

Time ticked by.

As Gan Xiu Cheng was struggling to suppress the surging Qi and blood in his body, Ye He's voice sounded in his ears.

"Enough, don't try to be brave."

Even without Ye He Yu's warning, Gan Xiu Cheng knew that he had already reached his limit.

It was just that he had a competitive spirit and had almost lost his mind.

If it weren't for the fact that Ye He and Ye Yu had noticed that something was amiss, they would have shouted out to stop him.

Gan Xiucheng was afraid that his cultivation would soon go berserk, and he would soon be seriously injured by the backlash.

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