The Legend of Futian Chapter 1606 Fighting to the Limi

The people of the Dou tribe and the Clan of the Seven Slayers could sense that Yu Sheng and Dou Zhao were very similar. They were both skilled in pushing their power to its limits and at attack spells.
The fight between the two of them was like a clash between a God of Battle and a demon. They used only the most direct methods in their violent battle, and it was so overwhelming that those watching trembled.
The two of them clashed again as everyone watched. Neither of them had used any spell attacks yet, just strength, pressure, destruction, fighting will, and demonic will. The underground palace shook, and everyone's hearts trembled continuously as well. They were so strong. If they had been faced with such power, they were sure that they would not be able to withstand it.
Just the aftershocks of their violent collisions were enough to knock them back.
Seventh Slayer looked over at their battle, then looked back at Ye Futian. He pointed his spear at him, and killing will swept out. The killing will seemed to coalesce into something solid, and countless beams of it shot towards Ye Futian. But brilliant light appeared all around Ye Futian, which blocked them.
Boom!
Seventh Slayer took a step forward, thrusting his spear at Ye Futian. The endless streams of killing will gathered together on his spear as it shot straight towards Ye Futian's body. The distance between them seemed to not even exist; any attack of theirs could reach its target in an instant.
Bang! Using the Divine Elephant Stomping the Sky technique, Ye Futian took a step forward. Divine Elephants trampled through the air, crushing all the killing will. The spear crashed into the elephants' massive bodies, breaking through them. But its momentum was lessened until there was no more strength in the thrust.
However, in only a moment, an even more powerful stream of killing will burst forth, splitting into many streams that slammed into the images of divine elephants.
The spear thrust out again, piercing through the air. The divine elephants that were trampling through the air were all destroyed.
But Ye Futian did not stop moving forward. With another step, more elephants were charging. They collided with the spear yet again.
Woosh!
His opponent suddenly disappeared. In the next moment, Ye Futian looked up and saw Seventh Slayer standing there holding his spear. The slaughtering will that was surging from him made it difficult to breathe. And it was growing stronger.
Under the Seven Tricks of the Killing Gods, one's slaughtering will was constantly pushed to its limits. The seventh trick was powerful enough to make the earth shake and the gods weep. If it did not kill his opponent, then he himself would die.
The light was so strong that it hurt to look at. It seemed to have been formed out of pure slaughtering will. Seventh Slayer lashed out with his spear yet again, and a beam of light appeared in the air, cutting through everything.
Ye Futian continued forward, the thousand elephants still trumpeting, their voices resonating with each other. His power had climbed to its limit. He raised a fist and slammed it into this third spear strike, sending his opponent backward. He had still not let him get any closer to him.
A powerful wind whipped up as a storm of slaughtering will swept through the underground palace. Seventh Slayer waved his spear, and many images of himself appeared. These were not exterior incarnations of him; they had been formed from his slaughtering will.
He thrust his spear out with magnificent power, using the fourth trick. However, Ye Futian's spiritual will had been increasing as they fought, growing stronger and stronger. The elephants' trumpeting made the earth shake, and the image of a divine elephant appeared within him. He pushed the power of the Ten Thousand Bones of the Divine Elephant Emperor to their limits, and the elephant's mighty image merged with his body. It was as if he had transformed into an elephant himself.
Seventh Slayer's spear was no ordinary weapon. When he lashed out with the fourth trick of the Killing Gods, many beams of slaughtering light appeared in the air. The figure of a mighty elephant appeared, following Ye Futian as he moved forward. He had summoned it. It crushed everything beneath its feet. Ye Futian lashed out with his fist, splitting the very air itself. Many of the other images of Seventh Slayer were destroyed.
"This..." The people of the Clan of the Seven Slayers watched the battle in shock. Dou Zhao and Yu Sheng's battle was already incredibly furious.
Now, Seventh Slayer and Ye Futian's battle was the same.
The ultimate techniques of the Dou tribe and the Clan of the Seven Slayers were fairly similar. One of them was based on the willpower of a Fighting God, while the Clan of the Seven Slayers' was based on extreme slaughtering willpower. Both were able to push one's own power to the limit. Of course, the Clan of the Seven Slayers' technique only had seven forms, while it was said the Dou clan's had nine.
The fourth spear thrust was still unable to shake Ye Futian. More unparalleled slaughtering will entered Seventh Slayer's body and into his spear. This time, he seemed like a god of slaughter.
Woosh! Divine slaughtering light shot through the air. Seventh Slayer charged towards Ye Futian again. When his spear fell, the air around them became stifling.
Ye Futian did not hesitate at all. His blood surged through his veins, and the marks of the Great Path that were imprinted on his bones flared to life. Endless divine elephants appeared in the air and then merged into one. He thrust out a fist, and the divine elephant, with its head at the ceiling of the underground palace and its feet on the floor, charged forward, following his fist. The whole room shook.
Boom! Fierce light erupted from Seventh Slayer's body as he connected the fifth and sixth spear techniques together. Slaughtering light appeared all over the huge divine elephant, followed by many cracks. It seemed like it was about to fall apart.
But at that moment, the light of the Deed of Thorough Comprehension erupted, and vigorous life will covered Ye Futian. The divine elephant reformed and gave a mighty trumpet as it forced Seventh Slayer back.
"He still lost!" The people of the Clan of the Seven Slayers were speechless as they watched this. Even the sixth technique had not been enough to wound Ye Futian.
The attacks were so powerful that even the first technique could destroy someone at the peak of the Saint plane. But even the sixth technique had not been enough to wound Ye Futian.
And it was not only here. On the other side of the battlefield, Dou Zhao had activated up to the sixth level of the Fighting God's will, and yet he had not been able to beat Yu Sheng. The two of them were at an impasse.
Soon, they would only have one last chance to attack each other.
This was the same for both Dou Zhao and Seventh Slayer.
If Dou Zhao activated the seventh level of the fighting god's will, he would pay a high price. He would be using power that was not his own, and he would no longer be in harmony with the power. The elder of the Dou tribe had told him that if he activated the seventh level of his fighting will, it would be enough to threaten a Renhuang.
But after the battle, he would be weakened for a period of time. Even if he was able to beat Yu Sheng, what about what was happening on the other side of the battlefield?
And if he couldn't beat Yu Sheng, it would be even worse. Moreover, was it worth doing this for these ruins?
Seventh Slayer was in the same situation. It was said that if you could not kill your opponent with the seventh of the Seven Tricks of the Killing Gods, then you would be the one to die. Thus, it was obvious that this was a one time attack. If he could not kill Ye Futian with it, then Ye Futian would be able to resist him.
Dou Zhao and Seventh Slayer were both in a difficult situation and were facing a hard choice.
Should they act, or should they surrender?
Dou Zhao looked at Yu Sheng and suddenly smiled. "I am skilled in fighting will, and he is skilled at the spear arts. The School of the Emperor Star discovered this place, but what it contained was terrible fighting will and a spear. This, the prizes here are more suitable for the two of us. But these two who just arrived ruined our plans."
This was difficult to believe. Before the battle had begun, who would have dared to think that two people would come who were powerful enough to defeat the three greatest figures of the Ziwei Realm? People who were nearly as strong as it was possible to get below the Renhuang plane...
"If you can withstand my next attack, then I will leave this place for you," Dou Zhao said to Yu Sheng. He had clearly made his choice.
He would fight!
The Dou tribe was naturally skilled at combat. Now that he had finally met an opponent who was a match for him, how could he not fight?
Divine light flashed in his eyes, and the seventh seal of the Fighting God appeared between his eyebrows. Beams of divine light burst from his forehead, and his fighting will surged. More beams of light shot out of his body, and snapping sounds could be heard as his blood boiled and his bones grew.
His legs became thick and powerful, and he grew taller. His hands became stronger as well. There was a booming sound as his body continued to grow. Under the will of the seventh seal of the fighting god, his eyes seemed different than before: they had turned into the eyes of a fighting god, containing nothing but endless fighting will.
The figure of the fighting god that he had summoned earlier merged with his body. He had used the will of the Sevenfold Fighting God to activate his ancient blood and transform into a fighting god himself.
Dou Zhao had completely transformed. He was no longer himself. As he stood there, everyone could feel his incomparable power. Seventh Slayer looked at him, feeling his aura. He was speechless.
Even if he let loose the seventh trick of the Killing Gods, he would not have an aura that powerful.
Dou Zhao's ultimate power was stronger than his own.
"If Dou Zhao cannot win like this, then there is no use in continue to fight," said Seventh Slayer. Could Yu Sheng really fight this?
At that moment, Dou Zhao was comparable to a Renhuang. His fierce will was powerful enough to make it hard to breathe.
Ye Futian turned to look at Dou Zhao. He was also a little surprised at the amount of power he could feel from him. He would never have thought that his first battle since coming to the God's Relic would be so violent. But this was the God's Relic, where the greatest figures of the Nine Supreme realms had gathered. They were the strongest people in the 3,000 Realms of the Great Path.
Could someone with an aura like this fight a Renhuang?
Bang! Dou Zhao took a step forward and lifted his arms. Fists made out of fighting will shot out, seeming to break the air before them. Yu Sheng raised his hands to defend himself. Then there was a loud noise as he was continuously forced backward for quite a distance. But in the end, he was still standing firm, and his aura was not fluctuating too wildly.
"Such a strong body and soul," Dou Zhao said to Yu Sheng. "You are the best at fighting of anyone I've ever seen. But today, the fighting will here can only belong to me."
Yu Sheng did not say anything. His eyes went dark, like those of a demon god. Demonic power spread out from him, covering his body. At that moment, demonic clouds covered the sky and then filled the underground palace. Everyone could faintly see countless demonic images appearing, bowing before Yu Sheng.
It seemed as if Yu Sheng, who was surrounded by infinite demonic power, was the king of demons.
"Hmm?" Dou Zhao frowned. Yu Sheng's aura was changing as well. An ancient aura seemed to be spreading throughout the underground palace. A sound rang out, seeming to come from the depths of history. It sounded like demons worshiping their demon god.
The Dou tribe called themselves the descendants of a fighting god. Could this demonic cultivator be the descendant of a demon god?