Chapter 1521 - 1383: Beyond Imagination

Even stranger was that, amid billions of gazes, one could clearly still see that completely motionless, frozen blade of Sword Light, yet bizarrely, the feeling it gave was as if that blade existed in another space and Time.

This feeling was not an illusion.

It was absolutely real.

What Space Deprivation stripped away was precisely the space that carried this strand of Sword Light.

This strand of Sword Light was dragged into the long river of space.

It became an anomalous body where space itself was frozen.

It became a third party completely out of tune with space.

This method.

Could no longer be described with words like powerful, terrifying, or fearsome; it flat-out refreshed everyone’s— including all the Great Emperors present—understanding of space and Martial Arts.

"Space Exhaustion." Right after, Ye Tian gave another casual flick, utterly nonchalant.

And then...

Visible to the naked eye.

That frozen strand of Sword Light just...just broke apart like that, disintegrating bit by bit, weathering, decaying!!! In the end, it turned into nothingness!

"Sixth Rank Peak Space Law is just this handy." Ye Tian thought to himself. On the way here, he had absorbed all twenty-plus Space Law Moments.

In an instant, Ye Tian’s comprehension and control over Space Law underwent a frightening, fundamental leap.

From Fifth Rank to Sixth Rank, and straight to Sixth Rank Peak.

Just this single display of control over Space Law alone—frankly, Ye Tian was not being polite—gave him the confidence to face any Lower Emperor in battle, even if the opponent was a Lower Emperor Nine Transitions.

"To receive and not return is impolite. You threw out a blade, I’ll answer with a sword—fair and just." The next moment, in the silence of billions, while everyone was still immersed in boundless shock, Ye Tian looked at Netherworld Flame and spoke. With a casual wave, he slashed out a sword.

A sword.

Naturally, the Prisoner Demon!!!

The High Grade Chaos Treasure–level Prisoner Demon.

Matched with a Pure Power that soared to 8000 billion. Why did it soar to 8000 billion? Because he originally had 1000 billion Pure Power, and with "Space Propulsion" added in, his attack power was directly pushed close to 8000 billion Pure Power. One could only say that Sixth Rank Peak Space Law was truly a bug, truly bullying.

There was also Half-step Sixth Rank Sword Intent.

As for everything else, Ye Tian couldn’t be bothered to use it.

Nor was there any need.

Not to mince words, a single sword strike with 8000 billion Pure Power was basically like using an ox cleaver to slaughter a chicken.

billion—what kind of concept was that?

Even a Great Emperor who had proven the Dao through Power Law in the legends, and had reached Lower Nine Transitions, probably couldn’t muster a force of 8000 billion.

So.

This sword of Ye Tian’s was simply an ox cleaver hacking at a chicken.

Sure enough.

The instant Ye Tian’s sword was unleashed, Netherworld Flame’s face twisted drastically.

The indifference, aloofness, calm, and unshakable confidence he had shown from beginning to end all vanished. Only terror remained.

Extreme, trembling, utterly disbelieving terror.

"Ming Jie, you still won’t save me?!!!" Every hair on Netherworld Flame’s body bristled as he lifted his head and roared.

Ming Jie.

This was the name of the Tao Will.

This name, aside from those of the Ming Clan, likely no one else knew.

After Netherworld Flame’s hoarse cry for help, another roar burst out: "Netherworld Plate, emerge!!!"

All of a sudden.

A perfectly round crimson-black disc surged into existence before Netherworld Flame.

Netherworld Fire roared.

Netherworld Rhythm stacked upon itself.

Nether Eye gathered. Nether Array was woven.

Like a crimson-black circular light curtain, it transformed into a shield, blocking in front of Netherworld Flame.

An ancient, thick defensive aura shook the entire Small Thousand World, leaving everyone stunned.

This Netherworld Plate was actually also at the Chaos Treasure tier, and moreover, a High Grade Chaos Treasure.

It was actually the same grade as Ye Tian’s Prisoner Demon Sword.

"Nice Treasure, but not enough." Ye Tian muttered in his heart, killing intent surging. Same level of treasure, yet Prisoner Demon came with the added might of 8000 billion peerless power. You, Netherworld Plate, what will you use to withstand it? Netherworld Flame was doomed!

Ye Tian pronounced the death sentence on Netherworld Flame.

No one could stop it.

This Netherworld Flame’s aura, sharing the same origin as the Tao Will, could not fool Ye Tian.

He was certain that Netherworld Flame’s identity was not simple. Killing him would definitely yield unimaginable gains.

"’Nether Shadow Body Technique’!" Right then, after Netherworld Flame had offered up his Netherworld Plate, he clearly understood in his heart that this Netherworld Plate likely couldn’t block Ye Tian. He hadn’t expected it to truly block anyway; he only needed it to hold for an instant, long enough to win himself a moment to flee.

’Nether Shadow Body Technique’ was no trivial thing; it was one of the strongest movement techniques of the Ming Clan.

It had been refined over and over by countless generations of the Ming Clan’s ancestors; the level of this movement technique was extraordinarily high.

They saw Netherworld Flame almost turn into a black-red flame Light Point. Under his movement technique, he was about to slip into the Void.

Like a ghostly shadow.

"Trying to run? Did I give you permission to run?" In the same second, Ye Tian spoke coolly, his aura erupting explosively from his body. He lifted his eyes and spat out four words: "Spatial Confinement!!!"

With Sixth Rank Peak Space Law in hand.

Trying to run? Trying to use space or movement techniques to flee? Laughable.

Sure enough.

In an instant, Netherworld Flame felt the entire Small Thousand World becoming frozen.

His ’Nether Shadow Body Technique’ actually could not take effect.

Too terrifying.

Netherworld Flame’s face turned even paler.

From birth until today, this was the first time he had ever been so, so, so tense and panicked; he was truly beginning to feel fear.

"Ye Tian, you’ve gone too far!!!" Just then, the Tao Will shouted, for the first time openly making a move, striking across the Sky Dome.

A terrifying Destructive God Thunder.

Locked onto Ye Tian.

That Divine Thunder was purple-black.

It was wreathed in boundless Destruction Dao Rhythm. Just one glance, and even a Great Emperor’s eyes would tremble, their hearts pounding in dread.

That...that...that was the Tao Will personally taking action!

Too Terrifying.

"Tao Will? Ming Jie? If you were to strike with all your might, throwing caution to the wind, perhaps I’d still fear you thirty percent. But this is it???" Originally, everyone thought Ye Tian was finished. After all, that...that was the Tao Will, the legendary Tao Will personally making a move! The first time in history the Tao Will had personally intervened, no less. One could imagine how terrifying that was. Yet Ye Tian only responded with a scornful sneer.

In the midst of his mockery.

Ye Tian raised his head.

And shouted: "Principle River, go!!!"

All of a sudden.

Boundless Laws condensed.

Nearly a thousand types of Laws gathered into a long river. It surged forth across the gap.

Laws piled upon Laws, rushing upstream.

Like a flood of Heaven and Earth.

A level of shock that defied description...

"What?" The Tao Will was greatly aghast. Yes, it had not gone all out, because if it did, it would immediately be countered by its own Tao Fruit Position; it was, after all, restricted. Within the scope of what it could do, it had already used the greatest strength it could put forth.

Yet the result...

Ye Tian’s Principle River showed not the slightest sign of backing down!

The Tao Will was almost certain that its Destructive God Thunder simply could not handle Ye Tian’s Principle River...

Right at that moment.

That sword of Ye Tian’s, that Prisoner Demon Sword carrying 8000 billion peerless power, slammed into the Netherworld Plate!

Boom!