Chapter 065: Peerless Brilliance

  "You're dead!" Wang Long roared, his rage boiling over, consuming his reason. He was determined to kill the black-robed man to eliminate any future threat. If Yang Tian were allowed to grow, he would undoubtedly become a formidable enemy of the Yin-Yang Union Sect.

  "Perish!" Yang Tian sneered, his black hair whipping in the wind, his eyes sharp as blades. With a soft shout, the river of crimson energy trembled, as if it could shake the heavens and earth. A blazing sun slowly rose from the river, accompanied by the sound of thunderous drums, howling winds, and dancing flames.

  The sun rotated in the void, radiating divine might. It fused with the black dragon in the air, its crimson light far more intense than the other dragon's, before exploding in a burst of heat.

  Clang! Yang Tian's fists struck the Yin-Yang Divine Furnace repeatedly, the sound of metal clashing echoing through the air. Each blow sent vibrations through the furnace, forcing Wang Long to retreat step by step. His energy was faltering, and he was losing control of the furnace. Suddenly, he let out a furious shout.

  "Dragons Play in Water!"

  As his voice fell, streams of yin and yang energy poured from the furnace's spouts, forming a celestial river that blocked Yang Tian's path. Two ferocious dragons swam within the river, spewing waves of energy that crashed toward Yang Tian.

  "Let's see how long you can last." Yang Tian continued to punch relentlessly, though his face was pale. He could sense Wang Long's energy depleting rapidly. Such a powerful technique couldn't be sustained for long.

  Yang Tian swallowed a handful of ancient pills, replenishing his energy as he continued to strike. The river of crimson energy shook the void, tearing through the celestial river of yin and yang. The air was filled with bursts of light.

  "This is incredible! He's holding his own against a semi-finished divine artifact!" The crowd was in awe. Wang Long had unleashed a devastating technique, yet the black-robed man was breaking through it with sheer force.

  "His phenomenon is extraordinary. Just the sound waves alone are enough to overwhelm most people," someone whispered. Such a battle was a rare sight.

  Both combatants were pale, their energy reserves nearly exhausted. If this continued, they would likely end up severely injured.

  "Beast! You've forced my hand!" Wang Long, repeatedly pushed back, glared at Yang Tian with venomous eyes. If not for his protective robe, he would have been reduced to pulp. With a furious shout, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood essence, which ignited the Yin-Yang Divine Furnace.

  "Burn!" The furnace erupted in flames, its heat melting the surrounding mountains and dyeing the sky red.

  "Retreat! Wang Long is going all out!" The crowd panicked, retreating as the temperature soared to unbearable levels.

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  The furnace blazed with a thousand red lights, distorting the air. The ground turned into a sea of fire, and ancient trees were reduced to ash.

  Yang Tian's expression was grave. He swallowed more ancient pills, using the Battle Heaven Technique to quickly replenish his energy.

  "Yang Dragon Manifestation!" Suppressing his weakness, Wang Long roared. The furnace trembled, and the heat intensified once more.

  On the furnace's surface, the engraved yang dragon came to life, its crimson eyes locking onto Yang Tian.

  "Dragon's Claw Strike!" Wang Long shouted. The yang dragon moved, its overwhelming might forcing Yang Tian to retreat.

  "This is a powerful move," Yang Tian muttered, taking a deep breath. He channeled his energy, and a blazing sun slowly formed above his head, radiating immense power. The heat intensified, melting the surrounding rocks.

  The sun hung in the sky, its crimson light dazzling. The crowd gasped, retreating further. They marveled at Yang Tian's technique, which could rival the yang dragon's power.

  "Brother Yang, you must win," Yun'er whispered, gripping her jade hairpin tightly as she continued to fend off her attackers.

  "Damn it, where did this kid learn such techniques?" Wang Long's face twisted in rage. Summoning the yang dragon had drained him severely.

  The dragon's claw detached from the furnace, hovering in the air. The void twisted around it, and the pressure was unbearable.

  "Die!" Wang Long clenched his fist, and the dragon's claw shot toward Yang Tian, its power overwhelming.

  "Get lost!" Yang Tian roared, stomping his foot. His fist, carrying the blazing sun, collided with the dragon's claw.

  Boom! The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, the ground cracking and debris flying everywhere. The heat was unbearable, and the light was blinding.

  The crowd retreated further, even Yun'er and her companions moving back. This battle would determine the outcome of the entire conflict.

  Boom! The energy at the collision point exploded, shaking the heavens. Flames shot in all directions, and the ground continued to collapse.

  "Ah!" Wang Long was sent flying, crashing into a rock. The sound of bones breaking echoed, sending shivers down the spines of the onlookers.

  "Wang Long has lost. If not for his protective robe, he'd be dead," someone muttered, swallowing hard.

  "Where's Brother Yang?" Yun'er's anxious eyes scanned the battlefield. The crater left by the explosion was massive, enough to make even a Martial Artist shudder.

  As the dust settled, Yang Tian emerged, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His black robe was torn, revealing a determined face and several life-threatening wounds.

  Just as the crowd was processing what had happened, Yang Tian grinned ferociously. In his hand, a crimson seal began to form.

  "He's still standing?" The onlookers exchanged uneasy glances, a chill running down their spines. Despite the overwhelming power, Yang Tian was still able to form a seal.

  "No, he's insane!" Some in the crowd looked on with a mix of awe and fear.

  Yang Tian was about to kill a saint! A saint from a powerful sect, no less. Though Wang Long hadn't fully matured, he was destined to become a formidable figure. The crowd was stunned.

  "Yang Tian is defying the heavens!" Everyone was in awe. Few in the Eastern Continent dared to kill a saint, as it would provoke a catastrophic backlash.

  Clang! Yang Tian clenched his fist, and the crimson seal shot toward the floating furnace. The impact sent sparks flying, and the furnace trembled violently.

  "Ah!" Wang Long screamed, blood gushing from his mouth. The backlash from the furnace's destruction was tearing his body apart.

  "Is he really going to kill Wang Long?" Fear filled the eyes of the onlookers. If a saint died on Martial Path Mountain, they couldn't imagine how the Yin-Yang Union Sect would react. They might mobilize their entire sect to hunt Yang Tian down.

  "Good riddance. The cultivation world would be better off without him," some muttered, unconcerned. Yang Tian's strength suggested he was from a powerful background.

  "Impossible. Wang Long must have a powerful soul protecting him!"