"Mo Qingxuan, stop wasting words. If you don't strike now, you won't get another chance."
Yang Cheng let out a soft sigh.
"Hmph."
Mo Qingxuan's gaze turned cold as he once again urged on the Sword Ruins.
The Sword Ruins erupted with even more terrifying sword qi.
Under this overwhelming pressure, the sword qi Yang Cheng released was heavily suppressed.
His brows furrowed slightly.
Even though his foundation was far stronger than ordinary people, his cultivation as a first-realm Martial Saint was indeed far apart from Mo Qingxuan, who was a second-realm Martial Sovereign.
And on top of that, Mo Qingxuan was wielding the Sword Ruins.
Yang Cheng's true qi was already almost depleted, and it was becoming hard to maintain.
Seeing this, Mo Qingxuan revealed the look of someone holding a sure victory. "Crown Prince Yang, I must admit, your strength in the younger generation of the Wilderness Realm is unmatched.
But compared to me, you're still far too young.
I gave you a chance before, but now even if you regret it, there's no longer a way back."
Yang Cheng was indeed terrifying.
Such a figure—Mo Qingxuan felt that even if he planted a mental brand in his sea of consciousness, it wouldn't be stable.
Better to kill him outright.
He poured his true qi madly into the Xuye Ancient Sword.
The Xuye Ancient Sword itself came from the Sword Ruins.
It was through this sword that he was able to channel the power of the Sword Ruins.
This time, a truly terrifying tide of sword qi came crashing down.
The sword qi in the void transformed into a surging sword river.
Yang Cheng looked up at the sky.
That rushing sword river carried a terrifying might.
If his true qi were still abundant, he could have resisted with sword qi at full force.
But now his true qi was running low.
"In that case, let's end this battle."
Yang Cheng's gaze only grew calmer.
"End this battle? With what will you end it?"
Mo Qingxuan sneered coldly.
As he spoke, Yang Cheng suddenly exhaled a single breath into the void.
That ordinary-looking breath caused the air before him to suddenly combust at a terrifying rate.
Crack!
The surrounding rocks instantly melted into magma. An invisible destructive energy expanded outward at unimaginable speed.
"Fire."
"What kind of fire is this?"
Ordinary people couldn't sense it, but the alchemists of Divine Medicine Valley were horrified.
They were highly attuned to fire.
And now they all sensed that what Yang Cheng had exhaled was flame.
Everyone then saw clearly as the sword qi streams near Yang Cheng all caught fire.
In the blink of an eye, the sword river in the void collapsed, turning into a sea of fire that surged back.
"Impossible."
Mo Qingxuan's pupils shrank as he instinctively flung away the Xuye Ancient Sword.
Even so, scorch marks appeared on it, its etched sword patterns warped.
That sword was a divine weapon.
His expression turned to horror, and he retreated frantically without even caring about the sword.
But the sea of fire kept spreading.
"Ah!"
Two elders of Divine Medicine Valley reacted a step too slow and were engulfed by the sea of fire.
In an instant, their bodies turned to ash—utterly terrifying.
"A strange flame, that must be a strange flame!"
Deputy Valley Master Tan's voice trembled in fear.
"But how could such a terrifying strange flame exist in this world?"
Second Elder Murong Cong's face went pale.
Not far away.
When the sword river descended, Gu Mingchuan and the others had already fallen into despair.
Such a terrifying sword river—even a monster like Yang Cheng shouldn't have been able to resist it.
And it was obvious: once Yang Cheng died, everyone tied to him would likely be slaughtered too.
"Miss Murong, stay away from me."
Gu Mingchuan spoke bitterly: "I'm doomed for sure, but you're at least one of Divine Medicine Valley's people. As long as you stay away from me, they probably won't come after you later."
Murong Yun's expression hardened. "That's where you're w"rong. I won't survive either. In fact, almost no one outside this valley will live.
"The sword river in the sky is too terrifying. The only reason we're safe now is because Crown Prince Yang is blocking it."
"But once he falls, no one will suppress the sword river, and the sword qi inside it will spiral out of control."
Gu Mingchuan's pupils shrank sharply, finally realizing how gravely he had underestimated the situation.
"How could Divine Medicine Valley do this?"
His voice came out dry and hoarse.
Murong Yun's eyes grew unfocused.
In the past, she had faith in Divine Medicine Valley, believing it was a sacred land of medicine, that their mission as alchemists was to save lives.
Yet now, in order to kill Yang Cheng, the valley didn't care at all about the thousands of lives outside its gates.
At that moment.
Gu Mingchuan's eyes suddenly froze.
It wasn't just him—everyone present was struck dumb by a scene so shocking it would never leave their minds as long as they lived.
What did they see?
Facing the surging sword river, Yang Cheng exhaled a single breath.
That one ordinary breath ignited the entire sword river, transforming it into a raging sea of fire.
The fire sea swept into Divine Medicine Valley itself, forcing them to taste the consequences of their own schemes.
Countless martial artists and alchemists of the valley were burned alive.
Even several elders, too slow to escape, were reduced to ash within the flames.
Bang!
Mo Qingxuan crashed down from the sky, blood spilling from his nose and mouth, clearly badly injured.
The trap that Divine Medicine Valley had prepared against Yang Cheng was shattered in an instant.
Looking back at the valley, its mountain gates were nothing but ash.
Inside, many buildings had collapsed or vanished entirely.
The alchemists and martial artists of the valley had suffered catastrophic losses. It was fair to say Yang Cheng alone had crushed them.
"What… what kind of existence is this?"
Deputy Valley Master Tan's voice trembled with reverence.
A figure like Yang Cheng was beyond their understanding.
Purely in martial dao, his monstrous level had already surpassed anyone in the entire Wilderness Realm.
The rest of Divine Medicine Valley stared at Yang Cheng in terror, their courage to resist utterly gone.
Mo Qingxuan felt suffocated. "What strange flame is that? How can it be so terrifying? Even Zuo Qiuming's 'Xuanhuang Ancient Flame' doesn't compare at all."
Before today, the Xuanhuang Ancient Flame had been the most dreadful fire he had ever seen.
But at least that fire he could comprehend. The flame Yang Cheng had unleashed now was beyond even a Martial Sovereign's understanding.
Yang Cheng swept his gaze across the area.
Everyone from Divine Medicine Valley lowered their heads, not one daring to meet his eyes.
"Our Divine Medicine Valley admits defeat," Deputy Valley Master Tan said with a trembling voice.
The words fell into dead silence outside the valley.
Divine Medicine Valley had admitted defeat before Yang Cheng.
One man, by his strength alone, had forced the submission of their entire sect.
And Divine Medicine Valley was no minor sect.
It was the overlord of Heavenly Heart Island.
"His Highness the Crown Prince of Great Zhou wields divine flame, he must be one chosen by Heaven. Our Divine Medicine Valley is willing to make amends for our reckless offense."
Even Mo Qingxuan, a Martial Sovereign, spoke in defeat.
What was the use of his realm?
Right now, he had no courage to fight Yang Cheng at all.
The surrounding forces all widened their eyes!
Shaken to the core.
Mo Qingxuan was a second-realm Martial Sovereign.
And now, before countless witnesses, he personally admitted fault and offered compensation to Yang Cheng.
That was no different from bowing his head.
It was utterly against the natural order.
This was something that had never happened before in the history of the Wilderness Realm.
Today was the very first time.
A Martial Sovereign powerhouse had bowed his head to a boy only ten years old, who wasn't even a Martial Sovereign himself.