Chapter 117: True Suppression

"Even though my sword intent may not match yours, but based on my realm alone, it's enough to crush you."

The voice of Beiliang was solemn, a tremendously strong aura suddenly surged from him, several times more powerful than before, and his whole person was like a sharp sword, dominating the heavens and the earth.

Within a hundred zhang radius around him, layers of fluctuations surged up.

It seemed to form a boundary on its own, with him as the master of this realm.

But this wasn't the end. In the next moment, pure white snowflakes suddenly appeared, fluttering down, each snowflake like a sharp sword qi, filling the area.

"Why did the North Frost Palace build its sect in the depths of the snow-capped mountains? Simply because the sword we cultivate is related to this."

Beiliang's voice echoed softly, his hands reaching out, and the hundred zhang snowflakes began to tremble, swirling around him, responding to each other, with sword qi soaring into the sky.

"In my lifetime, I have practiced thirty-seven sword techniques, but the strongest among them is this Snow Sword Boundary. With one sword, the snow realm emerges, and I am the master of this realm, with power over life and death within it."

"Combined with the coldness of this place, even if a Saintly Warrior were before me, they would never hope to withstand this sword."

"With my strongest sword technique, coupled with my realm, and the addition of the coldness of the snow-capped mountains, Yewuji, how do you intend to defend against it?"

Beiliang's voice was as cold as ice. As his words fell, countless snowflakes danced in the air, suddenly converging into a hundred zhang sword aura, shrouding the space like a realm of its own, capable of destroying everything within a hundred zhang radius.

"Perish under my sword, Snow Sword Boundary!"

Beiliang roared, his voice shaking the heavens.

Just as he extended his hands, before the hundred zhang sword aura descended, the terrifying sword intent struck first, destroying everything in its path with unstoppable force, heading straight for Yewuji.

The onlookers saw only the sky torn apart, as the hundred zhang sword aura formed its own realm. Wherever it passed, everything was destroyed, as if it could shatter the firmament and break through the void.

In an instant, the hundred zhang sword aura enveloped Yewuji, freezing everything within a hundred zhang radius, killing everything in its path.

"How terrifying is the Snow Sword Boundary."

The crowd watched this stunning sword, finally understanding why Beiliang could secure his position on the Imperial List.

This sword was too terrifying, as if it could freeze time and space, dominating life and death in its realm, making it impossible for anyone to resist.

"Yewuji!"

"Young Master Yu!"

Lin Miaoyin's face turned slightly pale, her heart pounding in her chest, too afraid to even breathe, watching Yewuji within the hundred zhang sword aura with extreme worry.

Even Dance Qingxue, who had unwavering faith in Yewuji, couldn't help but feel worried. This sword was truly formidable.

The snow-capped peaks began to collapse, the entire main peak seeming as if it would be flattened.

"Retreat!"

Yuan Chuanshan, far away, immediately ordered. This sword was too powerful, even they dared not stay on the main peak any longer, and they all hurriedly retreated.

"It's too powerful, this sword is enough to sweep through the entire Jingyuan Territory. If Beiliang were to emerge victorious, I'm afraid the position on the Imperial List would once again change."

The spectators ten miles away looked on in fear at such terrifying destructive power.

At this moment, no one believed in Yewuji anymore. Under this sword, even a Saintly Warrior would struggle to resist, let alone Yewuji.

The North Frost Palace above, however, watched eagerly as the main peak continued to collapse, secretly excited, waiting to celebrate.

Under everyone's nervous gaze, the hundred zhang sword aura completely engulfed Yewuji, destroying everything in its path like a whale swallowing water, devouring everything.

"Haha!"

Suddenly, within the hundred zhang sword aura, a laughter rang out, full of a sense of satisfaction, puzzling everyone and sending a shiver down Beiliang's spine.

"You can create a sword aura realm, indicating that your comprehension of sword intent has reached a certain level, which is not bad."

The voice of Yewuji echoed faintly, shocking everyone to the core.

Was he praising Beiliang?

At this moment, did he still have the leisure to praise Beiliang's sword aura?

Could it be that he was confident?

"However, you have encountered me, even if your sword can truly create a realm, you still have only one outcome – death."

Yewuji walked out leisurely, his thunderous voice becoming even more astonishing. Everyone was horrified to find that the terrifying sword aura that could destroy everything was torn apart by Yewuji with a casual wave of his hand.

His figure calmly emerged, standing proudly in the air, unscathed.

"How is this possible?!"

Everyone, including Beiliang, widened their eyes in shock, unable to believe what they were seeing.

This sword of his, undoubtedly the culmination of his lifelong learning. Even if a Saintly Warrior were present, they would either die or be heavily injured. However, Yewuji casually tore it apart, completely unscathed.

This shocking scene was simply unbelievable!

"You are not bad, but to me, you are still just an ant. The only difference is that you are a slightly bigger ant, at best. If I am willing, I can crush you with just one finger."

Yewuji walked down casually, his hands behind his back, pointing with one finger.

The shadow of the Black Tortoise Sword reappeared, truly covering everything, like a realm, destroying everything.

No matter how Beiliang resisted, he still couldn't break through the might of that one sword. He was horrified, wanting to escape, but he found that the space around him seemed to be sealed off, with no way to escape.

This moment of realization filled him with extreme terror, a fear of death spreading through his heart like never before.

"Boom!"

As his finger pointed, sword qi swept through, and the entire main peak collapsed in an instant.

"No..."

Beiliang screamed in horror, but his voice was abruptly cut off.

All of his sword qi was destroyed, all defenses shattered like bubbles, unable to withstand a single blow, and the sword qi destroyed everything, rushing into his body.

His body trembled for a moment, then burst apart with a thunderous explosion, blood spraying everywhere, gradually dissipating.

Walking through the void, killing with a finger.

Casually crushing like crushing ants.

This was true suppression!

In an instant, the entire space fell silent, except for the sound of the main peak collapsing, there was no other sound, making it eerily quiet.

Silent as a tomb, with all life gone.

Beiliang, who once dominated the Jingyuan Territory and was a powerful figure on the Imperial List, was crushed like this?

Everyone stood dumbfounded, aghast and incredulous.

North Liang's final sword, infused with his sword intent, realm, and the chilling aura of the snowy mountains, was formidable enough to challenge even a Saint Martial. However, in the presence of Ye Wujin, it dissolved like foam at a touch, and he could kill with just a finger.

This undoubtedly proved Ye Wujin's strength far surpassed North Liang's.

The throne of the Imperial Ranking was now replaced.

"No, this can't be..."

The entire North Frost Palace was frozen in disbelief, their smiles frozen, their expressions as if mourning.

North Liang, the strongest under the Master of the North Border, was now gone. With the Master of the North Border secluded and striving for the Saint Martial realm, if North Liang fell, who in the North Frost Palace could rival Ye Wujin?

For a moment, the entire North Frost Palace was shrouded in a deathly silence, including Snow Cloud Sail, trembling with fear, as the dread of death lingered in their hearts.

"We won, Ye Wujin won!"

Lin Miaoyin wept tears of joy.

Lin Ran stood there, stunned and stupefied. When did Ye Wujin's challenge to the North Frost Palace seem so audacious, so astonishing to him?

But now, the reality was right in front of him, so shocking.

Qingxue smiled, perhaps from the beginning to the end, she should never have doubted Ye Wujin.

Who is Dust Young Master?

A transcendent figure, a celestial among mortals. In this world of ants, who could compare?

Dare to provoke, and be crushed with a single sword!