Dragon Martial Sword Supreme

Although Ye Chenxiao had always wanted to kill his elder brother, treating Ye Zhenxiao as his mortal enemy,

he had to admit that whether it was in terms of talent and strength or cunning and strategizing, Ye Zhenxiao was in no way inferior to him, and even surpassed him in certain areas.

For instance, in terms of strength, he was no match for Ye Zhenxiao.

He was well aware that Ye Zhenxiao's strength had already exceeded that of an ordinary unbeatable True Martial Realm warrior and reached a higher level. To defeat Ye Zhenxiao, the technique Ji Pengyu just executed was probably not enough.

"Come out, I know you're still alive."

At this moment, Ji Pengyu, floating in the sky, looked down at the black pit below and said with a light smile.

"Roar!"

As soon as his words ended, a heaven-shaking dragon roar erupted from that black pit, piercing through the clouds.

"Boom!"

The next instant, the pit exploded with a burst of golden light and a colossal rumble as countless boulders were suddenly flung high into the air by a terrifying force.

"Swoosh!"

At the same time, Ye Zhenxiao, dressed in a golden robe, flew out of the pit, his expression still cold and domineering. Differently, around him now twisted a golden flood dragon phantom with proud golden eyes, coldly staring down the golden peng behind Ji Pengyu, unflinchingly.

Surprisingly, Ye Zhenxiao's complexion was somewhat pale, but he did not seem greatly hindered; it appeared he'd merely expended a substantial amount of his True Yuan power.

In other words, he still possessed the power to fight, and it remained uncertain who would prevail in this battle.

"So, this is the Golden Flood Dragon Martial Soul of the Ye Family? Truly extraordinary, even when compared to my Golden Peng Martial Soul, it doesn't fall short."

Ji Pengyu focused on the phantom of the Golden Flood Dragon, his pupils constricting as he spoke with a serious tone, feeling somewhat displeased in his heart.

His Golden Peng Martial Soul, bequeathed to him by his father who held an Emperor-level cultivation, was his pride.

He had always thought that among the Middle Stage warriors within the Sky Dome Dynasty, absolutely no one's Martial Soul could match his, but unexpectedly, Ye Zhenxiao, a mere Crown Prince of a vassal state, possessed a Martial Soul that was on par with his, neither inferior nor superior.

"What a remarkable move, Reversing the Heavens; it actually managed to shatter my Shock Force. The Crown Prince of Sky Dome truly lives up to his reputation. However, this battle is just getting started. I want to see whether your Golden Peng Martial Soul is powerful or if my Golden Flood Dragon Martial Soul is superior!"

Ye Zhenxiao faced Ji Pengyu, fearlessly speaking with intense fighting spirit in his eyes.

In his view, no one in the True Martial Realm under the heavens could contend with him, not even the son of Emperor Wu. Where Ye Zhenxiao stood, everyone must submit.

Hearing this, the crowd all showed eager anticipation.

What everyone loved most was seeing these top invincible warriors contest their strength and determine who was superior; they were keen to find out who among Ye Zhenxiao and Ji Pengyu was truly the strongest True Martial Realm talent of the Sky Dome Dynasty.

Meanwhile, Zhao Letian's gaze also fell on Ye Zhenxiao and Ji Pengyu, his eyes similarly filled with strong anticipation.

He didn't care who was the strongest talent in the True Martial Realm of the Sky Dome Dynasty.

Because for him, it was meaningless.

In his view, the True Martial Realm was merely a small phase on the lengthy journey of martial arts, one that would soon pass. There was no need to vie for first or second place. After all, even the strongest in the True Martial Realm would be no match for someone of the Middle Stage of the Sect Martial Realm or higher – nothing but ants who would fail to withstand a single blow. Rather than wasting time contending for a meaningless title, it would be better to focus on improving one's cultivation, and break through to the Sect Martial Realm as soon as possible.

He looked forward to the upcoming battle between Ye Zhenxiao and Ji Pengyu for two reasons. First, after entering the Imperial Secret Realm, he would join forces with Ye Chenxiao to deal with Ye Zhenxiao. Observing Ye Zhenxiao's battle would help him understand this person better, which might come in handy during the fight.

The second reason was that watching the battles of these top True Martial Realm powerhouses inspired him and brought him to the threshold of the ninth layer of the True Martial Realm. Simultaneously, his Nine-layered Peak Sword Force was gradually transforming into the Micro Sword Realm.

If he could continue to watch their battles, it might allow him to make breakthroughs in both his cultivation and Martial Arts Realm.

"There's no need to continue. I said earlier that once I make a move, this battle would end. I didn't expect you'd be able to withstand my attack. Very well, you're stronger than I anticipated. You're worthy of wielding the Heavenly Seal and leading everyone. You've won this battle!"

Just then, Ji Pengyu shook his head with a smile, appearing unconcerned, and directly withdrew his Golden Peng Martial Soul and the powerful True Yuan Power from his body.

"What? The Crown Prince actually conceded defeat voluntarily?"

Seeing this, the crowd was dumbstruck, all showing faces of unbelievable shock.

The Crown Prince of the esteemed Sky Dome Dynasty, willingly conceding defeat and yielding the leadership to the prince of a vassal state – how could that be possible?

Not only were the spectators perplexed, but the geniuses from various countries were also stunned in amazement.

Although Ye Zhenxiao had withstood Ji Pengyu's martial technique, the current situation clearly indicated that Ji Pengyu had the upper hand. If the battle continued, the most likely victor would be Ji Pengyu, not Ye Zhenxiao.

Therefore, in the eyes of talents from all countries, there was no reason for Ji Pengyu to concede defeat voluntarily.

"Perhaps the Crown Prince had only intended to strike once, and since he did not win with that move, he disdained further battle with his opponent."

"Possibly, a clash of Martial Souls is very dangerous. If a Martial Soul sustains damage, it might affect one's Martial Arts Talent. Ye Zhenxiao's life is worthless, and it doesn't matter if his Martial Soul is damaged, but the Crown Prince's status is so distinguished. How could he risk damaging his Martial Soul in a fight with someone from a mere vassal state?"

"Exactly, it must be so. The victor of the commander position would only obtain a Heavenly Seal infused with Emperor Wu's power. As the son of Emperor Wu, the Crown Prince naturally has access to better treasures; there's no need for him to take the risk to contest for that Heavenly Seal."

Everyone speculated variously.

"Voluntarily admit defeat? Fine, today's battle was hindered by those three losers, preventing a full-on fight. Let's remember this confrontation for now; we'll eventually settle who's superior."

Ye Zhenxiao was slightly taken aback, then he too withdrew his Martial Soul Power, speaking indifferently.

"Good, I await that moment anytime!" said Ji Pengyu with a light smile.

"Eh? What is that kid doing?"

Just as the Floating Cloud Monarch was about to declare the end of the battle for leadership and present the award to Ye Zhenxiao, he suddenly noticed that Zhao Letian from the Gray Wolf Kingdom had sat down in full view of the public, and started cultivating on his own.