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However, this wasn't the end. Following that, another wave of sound engulfed the world.

If you don't know me, then what do you want from me!?

Dong!

The momentum was overflowing, and countless Spiritual Energy surged out like a wave. Yi Zhou's fist struck onto the second set of the war drum, and without any surprise, the battle drum instantly shattered.

Terrifying gusts of wind whistled through the air, blowing on the bodies of everyone present. Their robes fluttered, and their hearts trembled uncontrollably.

Those who know me well will understand my arrogance!

If you don't know me, then what do you want from me!?

What kind of boldness was this? Compared to Mo Nantian, it was even more powerful!

This is him, Yi Zhou!

An ear-piercing sound resounded through the skies, and everyone was unable to calm down for a long time. What Mo Nantian had brought was already shocking enough, but they did not expect that the spirit that Yi Zhou had released was even more frightening!

However, had all of this ended?

Yi Zhou's entire body was enveloped by the storm, his pitch black hair that was as black as ink casually fluttered about, completely pairing with his unrestrained and arrogant and confident personality.

In the next moment, under the burning gazes of everyone present, Yi Zhou stepped forward towards the third set of the war drum. With a loud bang, the third set of battle drum suddenly shattered, and transformed into dust that flowed along with the wind.

Then the fourth, the fifth …

In just a few short breaths of time, he arrived in front of the ninth war drum.

Dong!

Yi Zhou's eyes congealed and his five fingers suddenly stretched out and formed a fist. The vast Spiritual Energy s poured out from his body and smashed onto the ninth war drum with a loud bang.

The continuous sounds of explosions pierced through the clouds. The battle drums turned to dust under the shocked gazes of the crowd, dissipating with the wind. Every punch that landed was extremely soul-stirring.

The battle drum finally turned into dust and disappeared without a trace.

Only the slender figure stood tall and straight, a sacred light enveloping him. At this moment, Yi Zhou's back seemed to have become incomparably imposing.

Within Clear River Valley, the sounds of war drums shattering continued. In the eyes of everyone, only Yi Zhou's slender figure remained.

Mo Nantian, after hibernating for three years, reappeared in the Clear River Valley and used his incomparably domineering attitude to set new records on the various ancient ruins. He even bragged that no one would be able to beat him within a hundred years.

But following Mo Nantian, Yi Zhou stood up.

Mo Nantian's pearl was right in front of everyone, but Yi Zhou did not care at all and continued to attack. No one thought highly of him, because when compared to Mo Nantian, anyone would seem out of place.

And Yi Zhou was naturally one of them.

However, after he unleashed his talent, everyone fell silent.

No one could break Mo Nantian's record in a hundred years?

However, did it really take a hundred years?

In just a few short minutes, Yi Zhou had proven himself, and it was in front of Mo Nantian.

Who said Mo Nantian couldn't be surpassed?

The war drums sounded eight thousand nine hundred times, and all nine drums were reduced to dust, creating a natural phenomenon.

This was the true record.

Compared to Yi Zhou, what was Mo Nantian worth?

Those who blindly exaggerated Mo Nantian were simply blind and had never seen the world.

Those who know me well will understand my arrogance!

If you don't know me, then what do you want from me!?

This was Yi Zhou's response to Mo Nantian.

Is it really unsurpassable?

Everyone here could see it for themselves.

As Yi Zhou slowly walked forward, everyone's heart was pounding as they watched him slowly sit in front of the first sculpture.

What kind of level could Yi Zhou have reached?

Would he surpass Mo Nantian?

"Chi, chi …" Howling wind swept out, enveloping Yi Zhou's slender body, but Yi Zhou remained unmoving, and focused on comprehending and connecting with the sculpture.

The clothes of the crowd fluttered in the wind, and they couldn't help but take a step back. However, their gazes were still fixated on Yi Zhou.

Closing his eyes slowly, with a thought from Yi Zhou, the Thirteen Mystical Prison Monastery activated their thought process. A speck of light started to flicker between his brows for a moment, and at the same time, the will of the sculpture actually started to clear up in his mind.

Very quickly, the first statue released a light aura, and a light aura enveloped Yi Zhou. Without any hesitation, Yi Zhou walked over to the second statue.

He managed to communicate with the first statue so quickly?

This speed was even faster than Mo Nantian's! The crowd cried out in alarm, their expressions incomparably shocked.

After that, in just a few breaths of time, the several sculptures started to shine brilliantly. The crowd had already become stupefied, and their speed was even faster than Mo Nantian's.

Is this Yi Zhou a madman?!

He was simply overweeningly arrogant!

Stepping forward, Yi Zhou stood in front of the seventeenth sculpture.

At this moment, the clothes on his upper body had been completely destroyed, and the dragon imprints flickered, as though they had turned into a layer of armor covering his body. But even so, there were still some bloodstains that seeped out from Yi Zhou's skin.

One could imagine how much pressure he was under.

However, the 17th statue was right in front of him, and he didn't want to give up.

As long as they did not reach the destination, it was not the end!

Break for me! All of a sudden, Yi Zhou let out a furious roar, took a step forward, and steadily stood in front of the seventeenth sculpture like a mountain.

One had to know that Mo Nantian had just arrived in front of the 16th statue.

What Mo Nan Tian couldn't do, could it be that even he, Yi Zhou couldn't do it?

Who set it?

Rumble … Yi Zhou stood in front of the sculpture and took a step forward.

Cough cough. With a light cough, Yi Zhou sat cross legged and the Spiritual Energy around him bloomed like a black lotus. In an instant, all the divine sense energy started to engulf the statue, enveloping it completely.

Open!

With a roar, Yi Zhou's mind trembled for a moment. His consciousness enveloped outwards, and at that moment, the seventeenth sculpture also started to tremble slightly, a faint light flickering inside.

In the end, it became extremely resplendent.

The communication between all seventeen statues was a success.

Another Mo Nantian!

Yi Zhou was even more monstrous than Mo Nantian. The crowd discussed amongst themselves.

This scene was simply too shocking. There were even quite a number of people who nearly fainted. This talent was truly terrifying.

Would he continue?

Just as everyone was discussing, Yi Zhou took a step forward. His ice-cold black eyes swept past the people from the Sacred Dao Academy and Blue Feather Academy.

Also, wasn't Mo Nantian very arrogant?

Then, just watch.

In short, Yi Zhou was currently very unhappy, unhappy with the Sacred Dao Academy, unhappy with the Blue Feather Academy. However, he had nothing to say, what could be more useful than rebutting those pale and powerless words with his actions?

Under the shocked gaze of the crowd, Yi Zhou slowly stepped forward and walked towards the cliff. He activated the Thirteen Mystical Holy Hells and communicated with the stone wall's soul, attempting to cause it to resonate with him.

Soon, the smooth, mirror-like stone wall began to emit light, creating a resonance.

Damn, so fast?! The hearts of the crowd trembled. This speed was simply amazing!

This stone wall belongs to your family?!

After a few breaths of time, the second and third page began to shine. Many people's expressions became much calmer. They would wait for him to break Mo Nantian's record before they were shocked.

It was still early.

Very quickly, Yi Zhou was standing in front of the sixth wall.

Mo Nantian was resonating with the five walls earlier on. The crowd was shocked.

The sixth wall released a bright light, and Yi Zhou continued to walk forward. His slender body was enveloped in an endless radiance, as an abnormal phenomenon overflowed into the heavens.

And then the seventh, the eighth …

Finally, he arrived before the ninth stone wall.

At this moment, the expressions of everyone present changed. It was already the final moment, could Yi Zhou succeed?

Until now, the talent that Yi Zhou had displayed had completely surpassed Mo Nantian. All the major powers had ulterior motives and if Yi Zhou was willing, they would naturally welcome him.

He had witnessed Yi Zhou killing Qi Yuntao in front of him. If it wasn't for the Lin Domain, Yi Zhou would have killed him effortlessly.

Frost Mountain's Qin Xuan also had a complicated expression. Yan Chen had killed his brother, but Yan Chen and Yi Zhou were good friends.

The talent which Yi Zhou had displayed was already sufficient to cause a sensation in the East Continent. If he was willing, the various powers in the East Continent were also free for him to choose.

However, the grudge had already been settled, and there was no way to reverse it.

Yi Zhou's pitch-black eyes swept across the people from the Blue Feather Academy, especially Song Wei.

He had done what Mo Nantian had done, to the point where Mo Nantian couldn't even compare to him.

Furthermore, Song Wei had once said that Mo Nantian was a legendary genius with peerless East Continent.

What about the Yi Zhou he humiliated?

Exactly what was a genius?

This Song Wei was blind.

Right at this moment, Yi Zhou didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, as he walked forward towards the last stone wall.

Yan Chen, you don't need to waste your breath with this kind of person. Yi Zhou looked at Yan Chen, and shook his head.

Yan Chen lightly nodded his head, then turned his gaze and did not say another word. His expression was indifferent, proud and upright, neither humble nor arrogant.

Yi Zhou glanced at Song Wei, and slowly walked out.

Humph. Song Wei coldly snorted. At this moment, the chosen from the various powers were all present. He didn't want to be so picky in front of everyone, so he coldly stated, "Let's see what you can do now."

At this moment, Yi Zhou's body flashed, and appeared in front of the last stone wall.

In an instant, the stone wall started to shine with light, the bright light enveloping Yi Zhou, and at the same time, the powerful energy of his divine sense descended behind him. With a groan, Yi Zhou immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face became as white as paper.

Plop …

In that moment, in everyone's eyes, Yi Zhou's body seemed to be crushed by a mountain as he knelt down on one knee. But at that moment, the golden light on the stone wall seemed to have gained consciousness, and the vast and resplendent light started to form a vortex, enveloping Yi Zhou's body.

This spiritual power … So heavy! Yi Zhou lifted his head with much difficulty to look at the stone wall in front of him.

The surrounding space instantly quieted down, and one could hear a pin drop.

The only sound that could be heard was Yi Zhou's labored breathing. Everyone present felt it was a little ear-piercing just by listening to him, so one could imagine how heavy the energy that Yi Zhou had to endure was.

Everyone stared at Yi Zhou, they saw that his other leg was slowly bent, his entire body was trembling, as though he was going to be crushed and kneel on the ground.

It was a joke. Song Wei's expression was ice-cold as he said, "In the end, I still have to kneel down with my spiritual sense suppressed."

Yi Yi frowned, his clear eyes became cold. This Song Wei was so noisy, if it wasn't to avoid disturbing Yi Zhou, she wouldn't mind making Song Wei shut his mouth for good.

Yi Zhou did not hear Song Wei's words. He was completely immersed in the stone wall's consciousness, and was simply unable to distract himself. In his chest, there was only one breath …

That was something that a man would not submit to, regardless of the twists and turns of the world … Fortitude!

Men, kneel to the heavens and kneel to their parents!

He wanted Yi Zhou's knees?

Unless he died!

Rumble …

Taking a deep breath, Yi Zhou roared out in rage. This roar seemed to release all the foul air in his chest, and at the same time, a profound golden light instantly blossomed.