The Divine Capital tonight was very quiet.

Those big shots hiding in the shadows remained silent. After realizing that there would be no news coming out of the imperial city, those figures who had been moving about in the darkness also stopped at this moment. They stopped doing futile things.

That Emperor was standing in front of a certain palace, looking at the lightning outside of the Virtuous Sun Palace. Thinking about the declaration made by a certain young man, he chuckled to himself.

He did not speak and just stood there, quietly watching. It was like he was looking at this world.

The pitch-black saber light sliced through the lightning, and a bare-chested youth with disheveled hair rushed out from the lightning pool!

He Yi raised his hand and a purple thunderbolt that had been prepared for a long time flew out from his palm. He had prepared this purple thunderbolt for a long time specifically to deal with Chen Chao when he rushed out of the lightning pool.

Chen Chao frowned slightly and did not dodge. He just gripped the hilt of his saber tightly and chopped towards the purple lightning that contained great terror!

He Yi frowned slightly. When Chen Chao used his saber to cut down those flying swords earlier, he felt that something was strange. Although the flying swords were not forged by Sword Qi Mountain, they were still tough. If a regular weapon clashed with the flying swords, it would likely cause a nick to appear. But the broken black saber in Chen Chao's hand seemed to be made of some unknown material. It was incredibly tough and not affected at all.

At this moment, the broken saber slashed toward the purple thunderbolt. If it were an ordinary weapon, it would definitely be shattered by the thunder. But when Chen Chao chopped down with his saber, the purple thunderbolt was directly hacked apart, and electric arcs scattered and fell all over the ground!

The residual electricity on the edge of that broken black saber instantly dissipated too.

Chen Chao leaped down and slashed towards He Yi!

Chen Chao did not know the origin of this broken saber in his hand either. But in the years of accompanying him, this broken saber had already proven how sharp and tough it was.

In fact, the more this was the case, the more Chen Chao did not understand. If it was so tough and sharp, how did this saber end up broken?

He did not have time to think so much about other things at the moment, Chen Chao had already swung the saber down heavily.

He Yi looked at the black saber light, and a hint of fear flashed across his eyes. Then, he drifted backwards.

The blow fell heavily, landing exactly in front of his toes. Then, a crack appeared on the ground, spreading toward the front. The plaza was instantly fragmented!

He Yi remained in front of the crack from start to end.

But he still did not dare to lower his guard. Because right at this moment, that bare-chested youth was still sprinting towards him.

He Yi frowned and his daoist robes and wide sleeves billowed. Several white lines shot out of his sleeves, heading towards Chen Chao together.

The brilliant white lines were incomparably dazzling and also carried an extremely fearsome aura.

This was another daoist magic that He Yi excelled in. Although he had never revealed to others, he had long already perfected it through many years of practice.

The white lines coiled around Chen Chao, gradually forming a cage.

This was the Spirit Cage.

It was a highly mystical daoist technique

The Spirit Cage fell and Chen Chao stopped.

He glanced at He Yi who was outside the cage. Without hesitation, he similarly swung his sword out. The blade of the broken saber landed on the white lines that had become as hard as swords, producing a loud noise.

After a loud bang, a cracking sound followed. The newly constructed Spirit Cage shattered completely. The white lines disappeared instantly as if they had never appeared before.

A hint of blood oozed from the corner of He Yi's mouth and slowly dripped down.

He reached his hand out to wipe it, then he waved his hand.

Following this movement, a different profound aura emerged from his body again at this moment.

No one knew how many kinds of daoist magic He Yi really knew, but the spells that he had displayed so far were far from everything.

The foreign cultivators were very silent. They came from different sects, what they cultivated every day was also their own magic spells. But none of them were like He Yi who could master so many daoist magics at the same time. Furthermore, he had reached an extremely sophisticated level in each one.

Was this the extraordinary talent possessed by those on the Latent Dragon List?

People thought silently.

Chen Chao did not know what other tricks He Yi had up his sleeve and he did not care either. When the strong wind started, Chen Chao's figure had already disappeared from the sight of the crowd.

He Yi saw an afterimage appear on the square and furrowed his brows.

But before he could react, that afterimage suddenly disappeared. He became alert and turned around suddenly.

There was no one behind him.

How could it be?

He Yi's expression changed greatly.

He turned around again.

Without any time to react, a fist landed on his chest.

It was a heavy punch, delivered with the full strength of that young man.

People could see clearly that the young man's arms were bulging with veins at this moment. That punch definitely did not hold back.

He Qi's chest immediately caved in. His body was weak to begin with, he was naturally no match for Chen Chao. Now that Chen Chao had gotten close, he had no ability to resist at all.

But Chen Chao quickly withdrew his hand.

He Qi's body dispersed into light particles and reassembled not far away.

His complexion grew even paler, but he still put some distance between himself and Chen Chao.

Chen Chao sighed and said, "You immortal cultivators can be really annoying."

This was not the first time he had fought against immortal cultivators, but the He Yi in front of him was truly a formidable opponent.

The methods of a martial artist were too single-minded. Facing an immortal cultivator with so many daoist magic at their disposal, he was very passive.

He Yi glanced at his chest, a bloody wound had already appeared there at this moment, the flesh mangled.

Despite his use of techniques, he was still falling behind at this point. In fact, he should have surrendered long ago, but as He Yi had said, he represented his sect tonight, and the face of his sect was extremely important. He could not surrender, let alone lose.

So he took the initiative to attack and used another daoist magic again.

Qi surged heavily between heaven and earth, slowly gathering like flowing water.

Chen Chao's bare upper body suddenly started to slowly seep blood from many small wounds, so tiny that they could not be seen with the naked eye, nor could it be determined when they were inflicted. However, as the two fought at this moment, his qi gradually waned and blood flowed out of those tiny wounds.

In just a moment, his upper body was already red.

Blood flowed down his flat abdomen, then slowly dripped to the ground. In no time flat, it formed a pool of blood.

Although He Yi's complexion was rather terrible, it seemed that Chen Chao was the one with the more serious injuries at this moment.

Chen Chao looked down at himself, not caring too much about it.

What he was experiencing now was incomparable to anything he had experienced before.

He picked up his broken saber and wiped it casually on his body, staining the blade with his blood. The black saber seemed to have changed somehow at this moment, as if it had been touched by the glow of the setting sun.

The two of them stood still and stared at each other once again.

It was the same as what they had done before.

When He Yi cast the daoist magic, Chen Chao moved too.

Although he appeared to have suffered a serious injury, in reality, those injuries could only be counted as skin-deep. They did not hurt his bones and ligaments, nor did it hinder his movements either.

This kind of injury which looked severe but was actually not serious, was enough to confuse many people.

At this moment, everyone in the audience had a common thought - the outcome of the match was about to be determined.

This would definitely be the final showdown between these two.

But in the end, who would win?

Would it be Chen Chao?

Or would He Yi find a way to turn things around?

No one knew the outcome. Everyone was anxiously waiting for the result.

Suddenly, Xie Nandu shook her head. Then, she turned around and walked towards a palace maid who was not far away.

People were stunned to see her action, not knowing what this Xie Family girl was up to.

The Second Prince was also rather taken aback.

While Li Heng looked at the young girl very interestedly, thinking to himself that this girl bore some resemblance to the Empress when she was young.

The two on the plaza had separated once again, and the young man with his bare upper body slowly sheathed his broken sword.

He Yi stared at his daoist robe silently.

That daoist robe which had cost countless craftsmen's efforts now had a hole in the chest.

It was cut open by a slash.

If that person was willing, that saber would not have cut through his daoist robes, but his body.

He did not die here simply because he could not die here.

He Yi was silent for a long time, the pain in his eyes was visible to all.

This was the first time he fought with someone in the true sense. But the result was a bitter defeat.

Such a result was very painful and also very difficult to accept.

But, it was also not unacceptable.

He Yi closed his eyes painfully.

"I lost."