Chapter 064: World-Shaking Phenomenon

  "Star-rank low-level martial technique: Yin-Yang Severing the Mountain!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, their eyes blazing with excitement. "To master a star-rank technique before even reaching the Martial Artist realm—his talent is truly rare!"

  Wang Long's face was dark with fury. The prolonged battle with Yang Tian had damaged his pride, and he couldn't tolerate such an outcome. He was determined to kill Yang Tian.

  Boom! The two coiling dragons, one black and one white, roared with overwhelming ferocity. Their terrifying energy spread like a tidal wave, shaking the very fabric of space as they surged toward Yang Tian.

  Facing Wang Long's technique, Yang Tian remained calm. His hands moved swiftly through the air, fingers dancing as a crimson seal began to take shape.

  Whoosh! The small seal pulsed with power, rotating in mid-air and radiating an aura of dominance. Crimson energy filled the void, exuding an overwhelming presence.

  "Earth-Shattering Seal!" Yang Tian shouted, clenching his fist. The crimson seal trembled, stabilizing the chaotic space before slamming into the bodies of the two dragons.

  Boom! Sparks flew in the air, as if metal were clashing against metal. Dust and debris filled the area, and amidst the chaos, one of the black dragons was obliterated.

  Yang Tian's energy was not only vast but also incredibly potent. The yin energy stood no chance against him.

  Crack! All eyes were fixed on the sky as the crimson seal continued to unleash its power. Under the relentless assault, cracks began to appear on the body of the white dragon.

  "Break!" Yang Tian roared, his fist tightening. The crimson light intensified, and the seal shook the void, shattering the white dragon into nothingness. A blinding light erupted, cascading downward like a waterfall.

  "Ugh!" As his technique was destroyed, Wang Long staggered backward. The residual energy waves struck him, causing his energy to fluctuate violently. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

  "Wang Long lost?" The crowd stared in disbelief at the disheveled figure of Wang Long. His clothes were torn, revealing a faint red protective robe beneath. Without it, he would have been severely injured.

  "Brother Yang won!" Yun'er smiled, continuing to wield her jade hairpin with precision. She knew Yang Tian was holding back, and she was confident that he would one day stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the most prodigious talents of the great families.

  "Yang Tian, you're dead!" Wang Long roared, his face twisted with rage. The cold killing intent in his eyes was palpable. He had lost today, and he couldn't accept it.

  Not only had Wang Long been humiliated, but the reputation of the Yin-Yang Union Sect had also been tarnished.

  "Many people have said the same thing to me. I wonder if you're qualified to back it up," Yang Tian said with a shrug, though his mind remained alert. He had long heard of the Yin-Yang Divine Furnace, and even though it was a replica, it complemented Wang Long's techniques perfectly.

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  "Come out!" Wang Long shouted, opening his mouth. A brilliant light flashed, and a copper furnace appeared in the air.

  The furnace was exquisite, with two spouts and three legs. Its surface was engraved with two coiling dragons, and intricate divine patterns covered its body.

  "It's the Yin-Yang Divine Furnace!" The crowd gasped, their eyes filled with greed as they stared at the furnace.

  "Too bad it's just a replica, and not a high-grade one at that," someone sighed. True divine artifacts were incredibly rare.

  "Even the Yin-Yang Union Sect doesn't possess the real thing. Divine artifacts are too rare—even sacred lands might not have one," another person lamented.

  Rumble!

  The furnace shook violently, growing rapidly in size until it stood over thirty zhang tall. Its power surged, shaking the void as waves of heat radiated outward, scorching the air like boiling water.

  "Retreat!" The onlookers panicked, scrambling backward. The intense heat was unbearable, igniting nearby trees and causing the ground to crackle like frying beans.

  Yang Tian's expression was grave as he channeled his energy to resist the heat. Although Wang Long couldn't fully unleash the furnace's power, its might was still formidable.

  "You should feel honored to die under the Yin-Yang Divine Furnace," Wang Long sneered, his arrogance returning as he saw Yang Tian without any protective treasures.

  "No matter how good the treasure is, it depends on how much of its power you can wield," Yang Tian retorted, his energy surging even more fiercely than before.

  "So you've been holding back. But today, you will die," Wang Long said coldly. With a wave of his hand, the Yin-Yang Divine Furnace shot toward Yang Tian.

  Clang! The two furnace lids opened, releasing streams of yin and yang energy that filled the sky. The surroundings alternated between scorching heat and freezing cold, pressing down on Yang Tian.

  Yang Tian remained unmoved. His body was incredibly resilient, far beyond what an ordinary person could imagine. Crimson energy enveloped him, mitigating the pressure.

  "Die!" Wang Long shouted, and the furnace trembled. Two streams of yin and yang energy poured from its spouts like waterfalls, crashing down toward Yang Tian.

  Boom! Yang Tian's eyes gleamed with determination as he unleashed a flurry of punches. Crimson energy waves surged, shattering the descending streams of energy. The air rang with the sound of clashing forces.

  The deafening noise forced the onlookers to retreat further, their ears ringing. They couldn't help but marvel at the black-robed man's strength, daring to confront the Yin-Yang Divine Furnace head-on.

  Many in the crowd had suffered under Wang Long's tyranny, with their family members abducted or oppressed. They silently cheered for Yang Tian, hoping he would rid them of this menace.

  "Overestimating yourself," Wang Long growled, furious that the Yin-Yang Divine Furnace hadn't crushed Yang Tian.

  "Dragons Emerge from the Sea!" Wang Long roared, pouring his yin and yang energy into the furnace. The furnace shook violently, and two dragons emerged from its spouts—one wreathed in flames like molten lava, the other shrouded in icy darkness, as if from the depths of the underworld.

  The ground cracked under the pressure. The onlookers alternated between sweating profusely and shivering as if plunged into an icy abyss. The oppressive aura was overwhelming, forcing them to retreat further.

  The two dragons descended from the sky with majestic power, their divine might pressing down like a mountain. This was a devastating attack, one that even Martial Artists might not survive.

  Yang Tian's skin was cut by the sharp energy, and blood seeped from his wounds. His bones creaked under the pressure, a testament to the immense force he was enduring.

  "Appear!" Yang Tian shouted. Above his head, a river of crimson energy materialized, its brilliance lighting up the sky. The blood sea churned, and the sound of thunderous drums echoed like a divine proclamation. A world-shaking phenomenon had emerged!

  "What is this?" Wang Long's face paled, a trace of fear creeping into his heart. Two phenomena at once? He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

  "Thunderous Drums of Heaven, Wind Sovereign's Wrath!" a young man in the distance muttered, his legs trembling with fear.

  "Two phenomena? How is this possible?" The crowd rubbed their eyes in disbelief. No one mocked their shock, for such a display at this level of cultivation was terrifying.

  Many of the women in the crowd looked at Yang Tian with admiration. If he continued to grow, he would undoubtedly become a dazzling star of the Eastern Continent, a prodigy whose name would strike fear into the hearts of all.