Supreme Martial God of the City

On Ming Jie’s physical body, a layer of halo was writhing. Calling it a halo, in truth it was clearly in a liquid state, fused with Ming Jie’s physical body. At this moment, Ming Jie’s face was twisted in ferocity as he forcibly separated that liquid-like halo. Looking closely, that liquid halo was a Pure violet.

Within the violet, there contained the power of Heaven and Earth’s sun and moon, the power of all living things and the vastness, the power of mountains, seas, and earth, the power of wind, rain, Thunder... it contained thousands upon thousands of kinds of Dao Power!!!

That violet halo was precisely the Tao Fruit Position.

What Ming Jie was doing now, in extreme agony, was separating his own Tao Fruit Position.

Once he separated the Tao Fruit Position, he would no longer be the Tao Will.

He had to, before the Tao Fruit Position detached, dissipated, and withdrew on its own, strip off the Tao Fruit Position and gift it to the Ming Heng before him.

And he only had a quarter of an hour left.

When the quarter of an hour was up, if he still hadn’t finished separating the Tao Fruit Position, then the Tao Fruit Position would disappear on its own, and Ming Heng would gain nothing. Even if the Ming Clan spent the power of the entire clan, it would be extremely, extremely difficult to find the Tao Fruit Position again.

Why did Ming Jie not separate the Tao Fruit Position in advance? Because, if it was done in advance, it couldn’t be done. It had to be stuck at this precise timing to have a chance to separate the Tao Fruit Position.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Especially Ming Heng.

The Ming Clan Ancestor, however, was very calm, looking as if everything was well in hand.

Time passed, second by second.

Ten minutes later.

About there.

The separation was about done.

"Ming Heng, get ready."

The Ming Clan Ancestor spoke in a deep voice; at last, his gaze grew solemn as well. The truly critical moment had arrived.

Ming Heng nodded heavily, adjusting his state to its peak.

However.

Right at this very moment.

"Creak..."

A faint sound rippled out.

It was the sound of a door being pushed open.

The sound was not loud, yet incomparably shocking!!!!

Because this sound meant that the Tao Palace had been pushed open.

There... there... there was someone else coming in.

Instinctively.

Including Ming Jie, who was in extreme agony and almost losing his mind, all four of them turned to look at the entrance of the Tao Palace.

What entered their sight.

Ye Tian.

It was Ye Tian.

Holding the Prisoner Demon in hand.

Ye Tian had arrived.

"Ming Jie, surprised? I timed my arrival." Ye Tian said with a smile.

"Damn!!!"

Ming Jie’s voice was a hoarse roar, violent; his eyeballs instantly turned blood-red and bleeding.

"Calm down, finish that last sliver of separation, don’t get distracted. His coming here is just to die, saves the Ancestor from having to look for him again."

The Ming Clan Ancestor gave Ye Tian a deep look, then spoke to Ming Jie.

At this moment.

"Ye Tian, now, go kill Ming Jie. Otherwise, once the Tao Fruit Position is separated out, the Tao Fruit Position will either flee or enter the body of another member of the Ming Clan; either way it’s troublesome. You immediately kill Ming Jie, and also kill the Tao Fruit Position. This old Tao Fruit Position is obviously condensed by the Ming Clan themselves and bears a Pure Ming Clan imprint. It’s not what you need. Killing this Tao Fruit Position is equivalent to killing the Tao Will. You can then re-condense your own Tao Fruit Position and Tao Will."

The Nine Heavens Goddess spoke: "Whoever dares stop you, with I here!"

Time was tight.

There was no time for Ye Tian to take them down one by one.

"Okay."

Ye Tian nodded.

Ye Tian lifted his head and looked at Ming Jie.

Suddenly.

Murderous Intent exploded.

Ye Tian raised the Prisoner Demon Sword in his hand.

He pushed his Space Propulsion to the absolute limit.

One sword slashed out Horizontal!!!

"Shoucang, kill him!"

The Ming Clan Ancestor’s eyes clearly flickered slightly; the power of this sword from Ye Tian was somewhat beyond his expectations.

But it didn’t matter.

Ming Shouchang could handle it.

As for Ming Heng and Ming Jie, at this critical juncture they could not make a move. Even if they did, the Ming Clan Ancestor was certain that neither of them was a match for this human youth before them who was only in his twenties.

The Ming Clan Ancestor also, in this instant, made up his mind deep in his heart: regardless of the cost, Ye Tian had to be killed as soon as possible.

Only after seeing Ye Tian with his own eyes did he truly understand how terrifying this young man’s talent was?!!!!

Simply invincible.

He wasn’t even thirty yet!

Hearing the Ancestor’s order.

Ming Shouchang abruptly snapped his head around, about to make a move to block Ye Tian’s sword. To him, although this sword of Ye Tian’s was quite shocking for someone of Ye Tian’s age, to him it still wasn’t much.

After all, the Realm gap crushing down was far, far, far too great.

"Stand obediently to the side and watch."

However, before Ming Shouchang could move, suddenly, a Divine Soul figure, incomparably beautiful, peerlessly stunning, lifted her eyes and said faintly.

Before the voice fell, Ming Shouchang realized that h... he... he actually couldn’t move at all.

It was as if he had been locked by the endless firmament, fixed by endless creation.

Ming Shouchang even felt as if he had been dragged into another vacuum-like space where he could not breathe, could not make a sound, could not circulate his True Qi, could not perform any movement.

Ming Shouchang’s eyes widened to the extreme as he stared at that peerlessly stunning Divine Soul figure, terrified to the bone.

"You..."

The Ming Clan Ancestor was likewise greatly shocked. Instinctively he wanted to say something, instinctively he wanted to make a move, but immediately after—

"You as well. Stand obediently to the side. Watch."

The Nine Heavens Goddess slightly shifted her gaze and looked at the Ming Clan Ancestor...

In an instant.

The Ming Clan Ancestor and Ming Shouchang felt the exact same thing!

Frozen.

Locked.

They could not move at all.

The Ming Clan Ancestor’s eyes were about to shatter!!!!

He was dumbfounded.

He had lived for tens of billions of years.

He believed his own strength had reached the pinnacle of perfection.

Even those old monsters in the Chaos Academy within the Chaos Core of the Chaotic Domain, at most were only evenly matched with him, fifty-fifty, right?

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