Chapter 083: The Opening of the Artifact Sect

  "Boom! Boom!" Gu Mo unleashed several palm strikes from a distance, the force crashing down above Yang Tian's head. In an instant, his figure vanished like a ghost, reappearing behind Yang Tian. His fist, glowing with energy, shot toward Yang Tian's back with brutal force.

  "Whoosh!" Sensing the attack from behind, Yang Tian smirked. His body twisted like an eel, and with a light tap of his foot, he disappeared, reappearing several meters away.

  "This movement technique is truly impressive," Yang Tian mused, rubbing his nose as he observed Gu Mo's darkening expression. With this technique, the chances of revealing his true strength during combat were significantly reduced.

  Gu Mo's fist struck empty air, his cold eyes narrowing as his killing intent intensified. A faint red energy began to swirl around his fist, and a surge of power erupted from his body.

  As the energy continued to build, the force concentrated in his fist grew increasingly terrifying. The surrounding space began to distort, and nearby rocks shattered under the pressure. This was no ordinary fist technique—it was a devastatingly powerful strike.

  "Ancient Mountain-Shattering Fist!" Gu Mo roared, his body flashing in front of Yang Tian in an instant. The terrifying force erupted, completely shattering the surrounding space as it hurtled toward Yang Tian's head.

  "Tremor Seal!" Yang Tian sneered, his gaze fixed on the incoming fist. A small crimson seal spun in the air within his sleeve, releasing a wave of red energy that collided head-on with Gu Mo's strike.

  "Boom!" The impact was like thunder, echoing across the sky. Both figures were sent flying backward, their feet digging into the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

  "Whoosh!" Yang Tian's retreating steps suddenly halted, and he lunged forward, unleashing a barrage of crimson fist shadows. Each strike tore through the air, accompanied by the howling wind, shredding the surrounding space.

  The crowd watched in awe, their eyes fixed on the battlefield. Yang Tian's reputation had already soared far beyond what it once was. To be able to stand toe-to-toe with a prodigy from the Ancient Holy Land was no small feat, and it would undoubtedly earn him recognition across the Eastern Continent.

  "Second Brother, do you think Brother Yang can win?" Yun'er's delicate hands were clasped tightly together, her beautiful eyes filled with worry as she watched the battle.

  "If Gu Mo doesn't use any weapons, Yang Tian will definitely win. He hasn't even gone all out yet... But if Gu Mo pulls out a Dao artifact, it's hard to say," Xing Hao said with a teasing grin, glancing at Yun'er.

  "If he dares to use a weapon, we'll all jump in and beat him to a pulp. Who cares about him?" Qing Yuan interjected, his tone fierce and menacing.

  "Right, we'll gang up on him!" The others nodded in agreement, causing Meng Hao to roll his eyes in exasperation.

  "Boom! Boom!" On the battlefield, the two figures clashed repeatedly, sending dust and debris flying in all directions. The surrounding rocks were pulverized, and the terrifying energy waves pierced through the air, leaving the onlookers stunned.

  "How is this guy's body so strong?" Gu Mo thought, his palms stinging from the recoil of his own attacks. Every time he struck Yang Tian's body, an internal force seemed to repel his blows, neutralizing his offensive.

  "Bang! Bang!" Yang Tian continued to unleash his nameless fist technique, pushing it to its absolute limit. Without a breakthrough in his cultivation, it would be difficult to advance this technique further.

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  "Boom!" Suddenly, Gu Mo's arms began to twist and swell, doubling in size. Veins bulged as a terrifying energy surged through them, and a fierce gust of wind whipped around him.

  "Ancient Heaven-Shattering Arms!" Gu Mo roared, his arms now resembling two massive pillars of energy. The pressure they emitted was overwhelming, and the air around them seemed to tremble.

  "Let's see what else you've got, Yang Tian," Gu Mo sneered, his voice dripping with malice. The two colossal arms shot forward, aiming to crush Yang Tian beneath their immense power.

  "This is some serious martial skill," Yang Tian muttered, his expression turning grave. He channeled all his energy, his half-opened acupoints working at full capacity. A torrent of crimson energy surged from his body, forming a river of blood above his head.

  "Rumble!" The blood river roared like thunder, its overwhelming pressure shaking the heavens. The sheer magnitude of the phenomenon left Gu Mo momentarily stunned.

  "This kid... he can't be allowed to live," Gu Mo thought, his heart growing colder. In an instant, he appeared before Yang Tian, the two massive arms crashing down with devastating force.

  "Scorching Sun, emerge!" Yang Tian bellowed. The blood river churned, and a blazing sun rose from within it. Waves of scorching heat radiated outward, causing the air to boil and ripple.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The two forces collided, creating a shockwave that rippled through the surroundings. Rocks shattered, and the ground trembled as the deafening explosions echoed across the battlefield.

  "The energy here is insane!" The onlookers staggered backward, their scalps tingling from the sheer intensity of the clash. Even the residual waves were enough to overwhelm most of them.

  "Tsk, tsk. I never expected Yang Tian to be this strong. He's already manifested two phenomena," Qing Yuan remarked, unable to hide his admiration.

  "Boom! Boom!" The scorching waves of heat clashed with the two massive arms, but the energy around them began to dissipate rapidly, overwhelmed by the relentless heat.

  "Explode!" Yang Tian shouted. The blazing sun in the sky trembled violently before erupting into a sea of flames. The two colossal arms were instantly obliterated.

  "Boom!" The inferno swept across the battlefield, reducing the surrounding earth to ash. Gu Mo's body was sent flying, crashing to the ground in a heap.

  "Gasp!" The crowd inhaled sharply, their eyes darting between the disheveled Gu Mo and the slightly battered Yang Tian.

  The sheer exhaustion from the battle left Yang Tian's head spinning. He quickly swallowed a handful of ancient pills, and a faint flush returned to his pale cheeks.

  "Gu Mo, do you still want to fight?" Yang Tian called out, his gaze fixed on the figure ahead. Gu Mo's face was twisted with rage, his eyes filled with unbridled hatred. Being defeated by someone with no notable background was a blow to his pride that he couldn't accept.

  "Yang Tian, you're dead!" Gu Mo snarled, his voice dripping with venom. His murderous intent was palpable, filling the air with an oppressive aura.

  "Kill him! Kill him!" Li Hongtao's eyes gleamed with malice as he stared at Yang Tian, his mind screaming for vengeance. On the other side, Murong Jie and his group wore equally dark expressions. They hadn't expected Yang Tian to be able to stand against Gu Mo. If Yang Tian were to obtain a suitable Dao artifact in the future, he would undoubtedly crush them.

  "Whoosh!" A small golden seal, no larger than a palm, appeared in Gu Mo's hand. It was intricately crafted, resembling pure gold, with a lifelike golden dragon coiled around it. Divine runes shimmered along its surface, and a terrifying aura emanated from within.

  "Golden Dragon Seal!" Qing Yuan's expression shifted slightly. He and Meng Hao immediately stepped forward, standing protectively in front of Yang Tian. A Thunder God Hammer and a massive black sword appeared in their hands, their dazzling brilliance drawing gasps from the crowd.

  As Qing Yuan moved forward, Murong Jie and his group also stepped up, their eyes locked on Yang Tian with undisguised killing intent.

  "What? Are you all planning to jump in now?" Qing Yuan sneered, his Thunder God Hammer crackling with purple lightning. The sheer power radiating from it made the onlookers shudder.

  "Qing Yuan, don't push your luck," Gu Mo growled, though a hint of fear flickered in his eyes. Facing two Dao artifacts was beyond his capabilities, especially in his injured state.

  "Haha, you think I'd side with you over my own brother? If you don't want to fight, then get lost," Qing Yuan retorted with a hearty laugh.

  The two groups stood at a standoff, neither willing to make the first move. With the Artifact Sect's opening imminent, a full-scale battle would only result in mutual destruction, and no one wanted to risk that.

  "Boom! Boom!" Just as the tension reached its peak, a distant stone tablet began to tremble. An ancient, weathered aura surged forth, signaling the opening of the Artifact Sect.

  The entire Martial Dao Mountain erupted into chaos as cultivators from all directions rushed toward the site. The Artifact Sect's treasures were about to be unveiled, and no one wanted to miss their chance.