Strength and weakness were always debated, and Sects were inevitably rivals.

Ye Ge stepped onto the stage.

While the top ten on the Potential List didn't entirely signify combat power—it was more a ranking of individual potential—his six consecutive days of victories, mostly one-move wins, were enough to prove his strength.

Ye Ge and Yan Wuxin had fought two matches, both of which ended in draws.

These two types of Magic inherently clashed. When they went all out, it was difficult to determine a winner.

But against other Cultivators, such power was practically invincible.

Cultivators of the noble Thunder Skill possessed formidable power capable of striking Divine Souls directly. The immense Thunder Power could even erode the spiritual nature within Magic Artifacts, rendering them powerless.

This was stronger than some Spells from the Evil Path.

Many Cultivators were reluctant to face it.

At the same time, the Divine Sense Cultivation Skill of the Supreme Mysterious Dao Sect was also unparalleled in the Cultivation World.

To control Thunder Power, if one's Divine Sense was too weak, they couldn't even withstand it themselves.

Wang Mu was also deeply impressed. These were all genius Cultivators; he resolved to make their acquaintance.

For Righteous Cultivators, only by sparring with such geniuses and winning could they prove their own strength and earn their respect.

Cultivators from Qianzhou, despite their reserved nature, carried a bone-deep arrogance, yet they were also forthright.

"I'll make just one move. If you can take it, I'll admit defeat," Ye Ge said. "You've already fought one match, and I dislike taking advantage of others. How does that sound?"

"Fine, I'll also make only one move," Wang Mu replied.

"Excellent, that's the spirit!" Ye Ge exclaimed. He remained standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his dark purple Magic Robe spotless. Beneath the jade Daoist crown, his long hair fluttered elegantly in the wind, lending him an imposing air.

"Come!"

Ye Ge took a deep breath, and suddenly, a purple bead appeared in his palm.

"Supreme Mysterious God, gather the thunder and cleanse."

"Heavenly Vault's Majesty, heed my command!"

"Decree!"

As Ye Ge softly chanted, Spiritual Power surged throughout his body. A phantom of his Divine Soul seemed to emerge, reaching for the heavens and invoking the gods.

In an instant, the purple tear-shaped bead soared into the Heavenly Vault.

This patch of sky was suddenly filled with roiling dark clouds. In the blink of an eye, they formed a vast vortex, like the very might of heaven and earth churning—boundless, inexhaustible, and spreading in all directions!

BOOM!

The billowing thunderclouds took shape.

The High-level Thunder Skill of the Supreme Mysterious Dao Sect: Heavenly Thunder Introduction.

With formidable Divine Thought and driven by Spiritual Power, it summoned Heavenly Thunder from beyond the Heavenly Vault, unleashing an omnidirectional bombardment with no blind spots.

Any Magic Artifact or Divine Skill would be obliterated by a single strike of this thunder!

A High-level Technique, even one merely at the rudimentary stage, possessed might far beyond common Magic.

Especially since it was a Thunder Skill.

Ye Ge was clever. His grasp of this High-level Technique was clearly rudimentary. In a proper fight, its casting time was lengthy. A Cultivator of the same Realm wouldn't grant him the time to prepare, and he had to avoid his own Magic Artifact being damaged by an interrupted casting.

Once this Magic began its bombardment, it wouldn't cease quickly.

So, by agreeing with Wang Mu to a single exchange of moves, he secured ample time to cast his Magic...

Sly indeed.

"Not bad."

Ye Ge gazed at the dark Thunder Cloud Vortex, resembling the eye of the heavens above, and was deeply satisfied with its power.

With this move, he was confident that very few of those present could withstand it.

Even Yan Wuxin wouldn't be able to.

Unless it was someone specializing in Earth-based Techniques—and at least Middle-level Earth-based Techniques at that.

Unfortunately, among the top twenty, few specialized in Earth-based Techniques.

Then there were the Body Cultivation practitioners from the Dazang Buddha Sect; they were indeed freakishly strong.

The Vajra Body of the Dazang Buddha Sect, possessing Vajra Bones, was highly immune to Spells and might also be able to withstand this.

Besides that...

A Flying Sword?

Go on, fly up there! A single bolt of Heavenly Thunder will blast it into Mortal Iron!

The crowd instinctively tightened their robes, a subtle pressure weighing on the hearts of countless Cultivators.

Jing Hai of the Dazang Buddha Sect couldn't help but shake his head. "Alas, alas... Clan Master Ye has overdone it, resorting to High-level Magic! That Sword Sect Cultivator should concede quickly. Otherwise, with your physique, it will be hard to bear. At best, your flesh will be charred numb; at worst, your Divine Soul will be damaged!"

The crowd felt the same.

Unleashing a High-level Technique clearly sent one message:

Admit defeat now.

"That won't do. We agreed to one move each," Wang Mu said, shaking his head. "And I haven't made mine yet."

Looking at the roiling thunderclouds, Wang Mu directly took out the Mountain-shattering Bow.

The crowd was slightly startled. Is this really the time for a bow and arrow?

If even Flying Swords, potent Magic Artifacts, couldn't withstand the might of the Thunder, what use could mere arrows possibly have?

However, this time, Wang Mu did not take out an arrow but rather three specially crafted, small Flying Swords.

He nocked the Flying Swords to the bowstring. As power surged from him, the muscles hidden beneath his robes tensed, straining the fabric.

He bent at the waist, his body arching like a crescent moon as he drew the string.

He shot straight out.

WHIZ! WHIZ! WHIZ!

BOOM!

Three streaks of sword light, like parallel shooting stars, flew towards the Thunder Cloud Eye, which was on the verge of striking.

Within the blink of an eye, they disappeared into it.

The next instant!

The Thunder Cloud Eye, just about to erupt violently, suddenly flickered with innumerable flashes of lightning. Then, with a deafening crash, it exploded on the spot!

The vast expanse of thunderclouds, under the assault of these three sword-projectiles, dispersed through the firmament, dissipating into rolling black thunder that no longer held any menace.

This cataclysmic scene left the numerous Cultivators utterly dumbfounded.

"Broken... broken?" Ye Ge was stunned, dumbstruck.

He broke my High-level Magic?

What kind of Archery is this?

No, that's not Archery...

Ye Ge stared blankly at Wang Mu.

A Flying Sword soaring into thunderclouds should instantly lose its power unless...

He had intended to sacrifice the Flying Swords all along, detonating them?

Suddenly, he thought of a unique Sword technique from the Shangxiao Sword Sect.

"The Qiankun Sword!" Down below, Su Yu's eyes widened. Junior Brother actually learned this technique?

Indeed, only the Qiankun Sword possessed such power.

Among those three Swords, one was a Top-grade Flying Sword, and the other two were Good-grade Flying Swords.

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