Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 416 - 0598: Burning Kill

"Today, I will use your blood to consecrate my White Blade!"

"Ye Jiujie, today on the Xiangxie Divine Platform, this will be your burial ground!"

He roared wildly, in stark contrast to his previous calmness. At this moment, his eyes were filled with violent killing intent, surpassing even that of Shangchuan Duan Shui.

"Nine-layered Shadow Clone, Thousand Layers of Illusion!"

He whispered, intertwining the last three fingers behind his hands, then placing his index finger and thumb together, a posture exclusive to Ninjas.

Three, six, twelve

He remained motionless, but his figure multiplied into three. Then, the shadows multiplied geometrically, each clone identical to Shangchuan Duantian, indistinguishable from the original.

In less than a few seconds, nearly a thousand phantom clones appeared in the sky, forming an arc, encircling Ye Qingfeng at the center. The most astonishing thing was that each of them held a broken White Blade.

"Ye Jiujie, my Japan’s ninjutsu will let you taste endless pain!"

Over a thousand Shangchuan Duantians spoke simultaneously, their overlapping voices made Ye Qingfeng’s eyes slightly narrow.

"I’ve heard that the shadow clone technique of the Shangchuan Family is the pinnacle of Japan. Shangchuan Duan Shui cultivated it to the Fifth Level, capable of transforming into a hundred clones. To think Shangchuan Duantian has refined it to the ultimate Ninth Level, transforming into a thousand clones; it’s truly terrifying!"

Long spoke heavily, looking at the multitude of clones, each with an overwhelmingly powerful presence, enough to make him tense and his scalp tingle just by watching.

"Let’s see how Ye Jiujie handles this. If necessary, we can look for a chance to escape; even if he can’t win, fleeing shouldn’t be a problem!"

Hu whispered, with Long and Leopard nodding in agreement.

Ye Qingfeng glanced around, seeing only the phantom clones of Shangchuan Duantian.

"Swoosh!"

At that moment, all the phantom clones suddenly swung their blades, the sound of blade resonance echoed out.

The formless Sword Qi immediately raged within the circle, slicing Ye Qingfeng’s clothes and pants, leaving cuts in them.

"Hmph!"

He snorted coldly, legs slightly bent in a horse stance, with Spiritual Power swirling around him, forming a tangible Spiritual Power shield.

"Clang!"

Every strike of the formless Sword Qi was fully blocked by Ye Qingfeng’s protective Spiritual Energy, emitting a sound of metal clashing. The relentless onslaught of Sword Qi struck the Spiritual Energy, attacking from all lethal angles, leaves scattered by the impact.

"Ye Jiujie has fallen into a complete passive defense; things don’t look good if this continues!"

Long watched the situation on the battlefield worriedly.

"Indeed, amidst these Thousand Layers of Illusion, any one of them could be Shangchuan Duantian’s true body. If the true body can’t be found, Shangchuan Duantian is invincible!"

Hu nodded, the two fixed their gaze inside the battlefield, its perilousness indescribable.

Ye Qingfeng expanded his protective Spiritual Energy while fending off the unmatched Sword Qi, yet his gaze continuously swept through the surrounding Thousand Layers of Illusion.

"Where is it?"

His gaze paused, locking onto one of the clones, and then his protective Spiritual Energy dispersed instantly, his figure shooting out explosively.

The Sword Qi carved a deep cut into the ground, but Ye Qingfeng had already evaded it, with a glint of brilliance on his arm, he punched towards one of the clones.

"Hmm?"

The clone showed a look of panic, never expecting Ye Qingfeng to identify his true body among the thousand phantoms.

But just as Ye Qingfeng’s fist power reached his body, a sinister smile of success appeared on his face.

Ye Qingfeng threw his punch, but it seemed to strike nothing but air, passing straight through, the fist power rushing into the sky towards the distance.

"What?"

Ye Qingfeng was also startled, feeling the Sword Qi surging behind him at that moment.

"Hmph!"

He didn’t turn around; Void Tripod Spiritual Power surged from within him, directly taking that Sword Qi!

"Clang!"

The blow knocked Ye Qingfeng from the air to the ground, but left him unharmed.

He turned back, all the Thousand Layers of Illusion showed a malicious grin.

"Ye Jiujie, finding my trail isn’t easy, but alas, at the instant you attack my true body, I can transfer it to any of these thousand phantoms; you can’t beat me! Haha!"

Shangchuan Duantian laughed loudly, his laughter filled with mocking pride.

Long, Hu, and Leopard were utterly shocked; how could this battle be fought?

Shangchuan Duan Shui clenched his fists, he always wanted to surpass his father, but today he realized there was an enormous gap between him and Shangchuan Duantian.

Ye Qingfeng glanced at the Thousand Layers of Illusion, almost identical, and suddenly smiled.

"You said you could transfer your true body, right?"

"If I attack one, you can transfer quickly, but what if I attack all thousand clones at once?"

Shangchuan Duantian was momentarily taken aback, and asked puzzled, "What did you say?"

Ye Qingfeng did not answer, placing one hand on the ground, a surge of scorching heat erupted from his palm.

"Leaving Fire Golden Eyes, Burning Heaven and Earth!"

Ye Qingfeng whispered, his pupils instantly reflected a lotus of fire, his gaze soared into the sky like a pillar of flame, as fire spread across the ground. In an instant, it engulfed the ground for a hundred yards around, turning it into scorched earth.

The intense heat swept heaven and earth, Shangchuan Duantian’s gaze focused, an ominous feeling rising in his heart.

"Burning Heaven Melting Earth Hand, Fiery Flames Burning Sky!"

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes slightly raised, flames surged forward, forming a huge pillar of fire hundreds of yards tall, shooting straight into the sky.

"Wow!"

Long, Hu, and Leopard’s eyes were filled solely with the skyward flames, unable to see anything else, the brilliant flames soared upward for hundreds of yards, reaching high into the sky, in an instant engulfing the encircling Thousand Layers of Illusion entirely.

"Bang!"

Ye Qingfeng held one hand towards the sky, feet planted on the ground, his eyes indifferent.

"Swoosh!"

A figure shot from the pillar of flames, sparks dancing on his clothes, extremely disheveled, it was Shangchuan Duantian.

Had he not sensed something was amiss, and used strong Spiritual Power to protect himself, escaping to the edge of the pillar of fire, he might have been engulfed entirely by now.

"Where did this guy get such a large-scale fire attack? Could he be a master of magic? Or a fire superpower user? How is this possible?"

Shangchuan Duantian retreated further into the sky, unable to calm the shock in his heart.

He suddenly realized he faced an existence not bound by conventional reasoning.

At this moment, Shangchuan Duantian’s hair was charred black, most of his clothes shredded, his left sleeve burnt away to reveal a skinny left arm.

"Thousand Layers of Illusion? A bit of a name, but alas, not worth a mention!"

Ye Qingfeng rose into the sky, lightly shaking his head, his tone filled with disdain.

"The forty on the War God List, it’s time for a change today!"

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes returned to normal, then he lightly clenched his hand, dispersing the overwhelming waves of fire, condensing them into a splendid fireball, which slowly rose between his palms. freёweɓnovel_com

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