The Legend of Futian

Ye Futian stayed quietly in Tianyan City for a few days. Over the past few days, he had acquired a lot of information. The cultivators from all sides had also arrived in Tianyan City one after the other, making this ancient city of armorers even more lively.

In a blink of an eye, there were only three days left before the start of the Armorer Competition.

This was also the day agreed upon by the 13th Flight.

Ye Futian came to the 13th Flight to fetch the Sub-divine arms.

At this time, in front of the 13th Flight, many powerful cultivators had gathered. In this increasingly boisterous Tianyan City, forces from all sides had arrived. This time, the 13th Flight used the Sub-divine arms as a point of attraction, how could anyone not be attracted by that? Even many top forces had come for precisely just that.

Even for these top forces, the Sub-divine arms was quite a piece of precious implement, each of which was highly valued. It was a pity that most of these principalities were no expert at spear techniques, or else they would have been directly involved in the competition.

Upon the 13th Flight in front, there were many cultivators already standing on each floor. On the highest floor—the 13th—in addition to their own cultivators, the Wangs from Tianyan City's City Lord's Office had also sent in their own cultivators.

The cultivators from the Wangs at the City Lord's Office were led by a middle-aged man. Just by simply standing there, he made everyone feel tense. This man's name was Wang Teng, an elder of the Wang family. He held a high status within the family and had survived the Divine Tribulation of the Great Path. The man in silver beside him was Wen Donglai—the master of the 13th Flight.

Wang Teng from the City Lord's Office personally came because he heard that there were several powerful figures who had made their appearances at the 13th Flight. All of their spear techniques were shockingly powerful, and it might be an exhilarating battle.

"Silver Spear Changkong is here." Wen Donglai pointed to Ye Futian, who was in the crowd below and introduced him to Wang Teng. Wang Teng nodded slightly to acknowledge him. Silver Spear Changkong was one of the powerful figures mentioned to him by the 13th Flight.

He defeated Wen Yang with a single strike. Many people in the 13th Flight thought that he had a 50 percent chance of taking the Sub-divine arms.

But now, this possibility was reduced by 20 percent.

Because after Silver Spear Changkong, several other extremely powerful characters had emerged. One of them was a cultivator from the Ancient God Clan, who also came to join in on the fun at the event.

Ye Futian seemed to notice that someone was paying attention to him. He raised his head and looked up at the top of the 13th Flight. He saw Wen Donglai nodding slightly at him as if saying "hello." Wang Teng was also looking at him.

Obviously, these people remembered him.

Ye Futian didn't mind and didn't respond. Those eyes under the silver mask were as calm as still water. He looked down at the open battlefield ahead. The battle had already begun, but now it was the battle for the other 12 divine arms.

The Sub-divine arms would naturally be the finale.

At the same time, he was listening to the people talking around him. It seemed that after him, some other powerful individuals had come to compete for the Sub-divine arms, which he didn't pay much attention to before. After all, this was not a difficult task for him. If he wanted to take the Sub-divine arms, who in Renhuang Realm could stop him?

A Sub-divine arm, to him, was as easy as reaching out and taking it. There was no need to pay attention to what was happening here.

"What a proud man," Wang Teng said in a low voice when he saw Ye Futian's expression on the 13th Flight. Wen Donglai was a cultivator in the Tribulation Plane, the master of the 13th Flight. He took the initiative to greet Ye Futian and was ignored. This was a blatant demonstration of Ye Futian's arrogance.

"Extraordinary people sometimes have unusual characters." Wen Donglai didn't take offense and dismissed it with a smile. At this time, he looked up in the distance and said, "He's here."

Many people raised their heads to look over there, only to see a group of cultivators coming at them. Everyone in this group possessed an extraordinary temperament.

Ancient God Clan from Yuanshi Domain cultivated in Yuanshi Palace and inherited from Yuanshi the Great.

This time, an stunning cultivator from Yuanshi Palace, Pei Yao, would be fighting for the Sub-divine arms.

Pei Yao's cultivation was in the Ninth-Realm, the peak of Renhuang, with extraordinary combat effectiveness. In the previous battle, he had defeated someone from the 13th Flight with a single strike.

The master of the 13th Flight, Wen Donglai, put his hands together to greet the visitors personally and said, "Please come up, friends."

The cultivators from Yuanshi Palace did not hesitate as they landed on the 13th Flight.

"Has it started yet?" the cultivators from Yuanshi Palace asked.

"Soon. After the battle for the other divine arms is over, it will be the battle for the Sub-divine arms." Wen Donglai acted with great geniality and a smile. "Pei Yao's God-Punishing Spear has a great chance to take away the Sub-divine arms."

"Yuanshi Palace, as part of the Ancient God Clan, should not have competed with the others for the Sub-divine arms. However, to add to the excitement of the event here at Tianyan City, we will be joining in on the fun. Pei Yao happens to be an expert at spear techniques. We beg your pardon in advance if he manages to take away the prize," an elder from Yuanshi Palace said.

Listening to his tone, it was as if the Sub-divine arms was already theirs for the taking, and the whole thing couldn't be any easier.

In fact, the genius talents from the Ancient God Clan were indeed the most likely winner when it came to the competition for the Sub-divine arms. Under normal circumstances, they would probably not encounter any opponents stronger than them, so their confidence was to be expected.

Moreover, Pei Yao's God-Punishing Spear possessed astonishing destructive power.

"It's something meant to add to the excitement of the spear techniques exhibited by all sides. There is no pardon to speak of; that's too serious," Wen Donglai said with a smile. Yuanshi Palace was full of confidence, but in his opinion, it was not so easy for Pei Yao to take away the Sub-divine arms as he still had to face two opponents.

Just as they were speaking, another powerful aura descended in the distant sky, followed by several figures who walked through the void and came to this side. The man in the middle wore a black robe and exuded dangerous energy.

As soon as they appeared, they had the attention of Wen Donglai and the others.

The identities of these men were mysterious, and that strike did not give away much. Wen Donglai even suspected that these people might not be cultivators from the Divine Prefecture, but cultivators from the Dark Court.

However, they didn't have any solid evidence to prove their suspicion. These people went about the competition according to the rules, so there was nothing much to which they could object. After all, everyone in the city was watching.

The man in black who was here to compete for the Sub-divine arms was Nie Jiu. He was using a long black spear with an astounding power of demolition. In Wen Donglai's view, its prowess was no less than that of Pei Yao's God-Punishing Spear. Therefore, these two men were the most likely candidates who may take away the Sub-divine arms. Compared to the two of them, Silver Spear Changkong's power paled a little in comparison.

These two men, one was from Ancient God Clan, but the other, was very likely from the Dark World.

There were still several other people who were in the running to compete for the Sub-divine arms, but Wen Donglai thought that it was basically a battle among these three men to fight for the prize. Although the others were very powerful as well, there was still a gap between them and these three. Pei Yao and Nie Jiu each had about a 40 percent chance, and Silver Spear Changkong had about 20 percent.

After they arrived, they stood there quietly, without saying a word, just waiting quietly. Their eyes focused on the battlefield ahead; they were in no hurry.

Pei Yao seemed to perceive a slight sense of threat, as he looked at Nie Jiu across the sky. When their eyes met, invisible turbulence fluctuated and collided in the void.

Both of them had perceived the other's existence.

Only Ye Futian was the exception. The aura on his body was retracted so much that his existence almost could not be detected.

Finally, as time crawled, 12 of the 13 spears had been taken away, leaving only the spear in the middle that was standing alone by itself.

Wen Donglai took a step forward and waved his hand. Someone else stepped forward to move the Sub-divine arms aside. He looked at the cultivators and said, "No need for more talk. You are all here, so please, whoever this spear belongs to is up to you all to decide."

As he finished speaking, people gradually walked forward, Pei Yao and Nie Jiu stepped onto that huge open space. Ye Futian, too, moved and walked forward.

"12 men!"

Of all those who came to compete for the Sub-divine arms, only 12 had defeated the top cultivators from the 13th Flight. In terms of spear techniques, the 13th Flight spear techniques dominated the battlefield.

"No one's life shall be harmed. The last man standing with the winning spear technique will walk away with the Sub-divine arms." As soon as Wen Donglai made the announcement, a light screen exploded from the surrounding matrix, sequestering the huge open space in the middle.

All 12 cultivators were inside.

A silver long spear appeared in Ye Futian's hand, as the power of the Great Path converged upon it. Then, he closed his eyes, and under the silver mask, his eyes closed just like that. He stood there motionlessly as if he didn't even want to participate in this melee.

In addition, Pei Yao was also standing alone in one direction, extremely cold and unapproachable.

A black spear appeared in Nie Jiu's hand, puffing out a terrifying aura of destruction.

"You guys decide the outcome yourselves." Pei Yao spoke as if he wouldn't even bother to participate.

There was no lack of top figures among the rest of the cultivators. The aura of the Great Path permeated and seeped into the long spears in their hands. Then, they made their moves one after another.

For an instant, shadows of spears flew about, as fast as lightning.

Many of them unleashed their most lethal strike right off the bat.

Ye Futian stood there quietly with his eyes closed, as a flash of silver shot at him with incredible speed, just like lightning.

Bang! A sound was heard as the spear of the other was being blocked. Somehow, the silver spear in Ye Futian's hand was raised; it was almost undetectable. It collided with the other's spear. Then, the assailant's long spear broke into little pieces as he felt a chill in his throat, right where Ye Futian's spear was pointing.

"Not bad." Wang Teng let out a compliment when he saw Ye Futian's counterattack. It was so fast, and its technique was so flawlessly fierce.

One strike was enough to kill the man.

Ye Futian put away his spear as his opponent bowed and withdrew, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Amazing." The people on the outside also saw this incredible display. In other areas, the winners quickly emerged. In such a narrow space, victory or defeat was only a matter of seconds. After someone won, all anyone saw was Nie Jiu's spear, like a black shadow, pierce his opponent's arm. He then threw the other out.

On the battlefield, only three people remained in just an instant, which was exactly what everyone had anticipated before the battle. These three people ought to be the strongest three out of the lot.

"You two, see which of you can contend with me, "Pei Yao of Yuanshi Palace said as he looked at Ye Futian and Nie Jiu.

Nie Jiu glanced at him, then smiled contemptuously. He then looked down at Ye Futian and said, "Forfeit."

He wanted to see how powerful the God-Punishing Spear from Yuanshi Palace was.

Ye Futian raised his head and glanced at the two men in the sky above. He raised the silver spear in his hand, and then he moved.

In an instant, he had turned into a silver shadow!

Suddenly, Nie Jiu felt a strong sense of danger, and his black long spear was on the move. In an instant, countless destructive spear shadows appeared in the void, and every spear shadow contained an astonishing aura of destruction, burying this void. They stabbed straight at Ye Futian. It was as if he couldn't care so much about restraining the attack at this moment, ready to slay his opponent.

However, he wasn't able to do that, after all. The silver light flashed and was gone, but the long black spear in his hand exploded and shattered as the silver light directly pierced his arm. Although it was only a prick, bright red blood began to seep from his arm.

Nie Jiu was stunned. He then saw Ye Futian's spear shake as it slapped him out of the battlefield. He turned around and looked at the last man remaining—Pei Yao of Yuanshi Palace.

Pei Yao looked at Ye Futian with shock and surprise. Clearly, he hadn't realized what happened just now with that spear strike. But he wasn't the only one. Wen Donglai, Wang Teng, and the others did not have time to react before Ye Futian's silver spear was on the move again.

That stunning strike carried a gleam of silver light with it and headed toward Pei Yao like silver lightning.

Boom… An astonishing aura descended as if the seal would be shattered. A phantom appeared, like a divine soldier. It dealt a blow of Divine Retribution and carried that world-destroying might to slay that silver light.

The stream of light flashed and disappeared, and the light of Divine Retribution was penetrated completely. It was as the silver spear fell at Pei Yao's throat. There was still no hesitation when Pei Yao's spear was destroyed.

The battle ended in an instant.

Before any of the spectators had a chance to react, and while all the cultivators out there were still so stunned they were speechless, the battle was over.

On those faces, there were surprise and shock. All of their eyes were fixed on the battlefield.

Wen Donglai, Wang Teng, and the cultivator from Yuanshi Palace looked at everything that happened in front of them, full of amazement. They wondered, Was that it? Was it over already?

What had happened?

Ye Futian ignored the expressions on everyone's face as he put the silver spear away. He walked next to that divine arms and stretched out his hand out to hold it. He looked up in the direction of Wen Donglai and asked, "Can I take it now?"