Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 674

“True to form, the Ghost Blade Senior defeated that weird native with one strike!” cheered the group of Nine Nether Saints.

Honestly, they had traveled far and wide to come here; if they fell at the hands of a native, they’d never rest easy—even after death—and would end up being nailed to the pillar of shame back in their clans, dragging their families down with them.

So when they saw the Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint take down Tong Wudi in one move, they all secretly sighed in relief, casting smug looks at the Celestial Court people.

“Ahem,”

Tong Wudi coughed up blood, his pale face showing a flash of fury.

Why, why did they have to interrupt him while he was posing?!

Couldn’t they just let him finish his act in peace?

This was just sickening!

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint looked at him like he was an ant, sneering, “If it weren’t for the Heavenly Dao’s protection in this world, you’d be dead from that slash already!”

Boom~

A massive thunderclap echoed through the sky, as if some presence was expressing its dissatisfaction.

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint looked up and warned, “If you dare to interfere, I’ll cut you down too!”

With that, the commotion in the depths of the heavens gradually quieted, seemingly intimidated by his words.

Not daring to show themselves, for fear of being dispatched instantly!

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint turned his gaze back to Tong Wudi, slowly raising his black blade with a cruel smile, “Now, die!”

Suddenly, a clear voice rang out, “Old man, did you even ask me before you killed my subordinate?”

The black blade abruptly halted in mid-air.

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint squinted at the silver-haired youth who spoke, coldly retorting, “Why the hurry? You’ll be next, unless you want to be the first?”

Ye Junlin smirked, “You say that like you can actually slay me with one strike!”

His words oozed with contempt.

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint’s forehead throbbed with veins, his eyes flashing with a cold glint as he laughed in anger, “Fine, fine, just for that remark, I’ll prematurely send you on your way!”

The group of Nine Nether Saints were all gloating, watching Ye Junlin as if he were a fool.

After all, in their eyes, Ye Junlin was just a True Saint, while the Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint was a master of the Celestial Saint Realm. If he went all out, a single slash could end his life!

Many in the Celestial Court were also worried; after all, the Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint looked truly formidable.

“Yellow Spring Slash!”

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint unleashed a bizarre knife technique, using only one blade because he thought that was sufficient, viewing it as a display of disdain toward Ye Junlin.

Whoosh!

In an instant.

A torrent of blade aura surged forth like the Yellow Spring, containing terrifying death energy and intermingled with mournful ghostly cries.

Everyone witnessing this felt a wave of despair, as if they were being pulled into the Yellow Spring, suffering immense torture.

【Ding, detecting that the host is facing an attack from a Five-Level Celestial Saint enemy, now triggering the passive effect ‘The Strong Become Stronger,’ granting the host the cultivation level of a Six-Level Celestial Saint!】

A system notification chimed.

Ye Junlin erupted with overwhelming saintly might, a mass of silver hair swirling behind him like a torrent.

Simultaneously, a vast and ancient longsword appeared in his hand. The blade bore carvings of mountains, rivers, flora, and fauna, as a golden energy wave abruptly spread, sweeping across the world.

Swish!

That terrifying blade aura shattered in an instant, vanishing without a trace.

Ye Junlin held the Human Sovereign Sword, smiling brightly at the Grey-clad Old Man ahead.

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint’s face froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Y-Your cultivation level…”

Not just the Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint, but the entire group of Nine Nether Saints were astonished.

They truly hadn’t expected Ye Junlin to actually be at the Celestial Saint Realm!

“This…”

Xiang Jiba stared, his mind in a chaotic uproar.

He knew Ye Junlin was an extraordinary talent, but he hadn’t anticipated him to be this extraordinary. Just a moment ago, he was a True Saint, and now he had silently broken through to Celestial Saint—now that was fast!

“If this keeps up, Ye Daoyou might well rival those super prodigies on the Supreme Ranking…”

Thinking of those who could mount the list, Xiang Jiba couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of awe.

The Supreme Ranking was the most prestigious leaderboard in the Divine Court realm, with only ten valuable spots taken by the strongest super talents of the younger generation. Anyone on that list would one day be a supreme powerhouse ruling a territory, at the very least, a Saint Ancestor!

Currently, all ten slots on the list were occupied by leaders of the younger generation from the most significant worlds of the Divine Court, each strong enough to blow minds away, and all were at the Saint King level—entities that countless cultivators looked up to.

Upon witnessing Ye Junlin’s terrifying breakthrough speed, Xiang Jiba suddenly felt he, too, had a shot at touching the threshold of the Supreme Ranking!

Ye Junlin still had no idea that he had now reached a new level in Xiang Jiba’s mind. He only wanted to take down this group of Nine Nether Saints and happily collect the Human Sovereign Banner to use as soul slaves…

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint snapped out of his shock, his old face turning grim. “You native, you’ve been hiding quite deep!”

He realized that this was a potential prodigy whose growth needed to be curbed; left unchecked, he would undoubtedly become a grave threat in the future.

“Heh, it’s just a little hiding, really,” Ye Junlin smiled with a significant expression.

“Hmph, your cultivation level may be higher than mine, but so what? Guys like you die beneath my blade by the dozens!”

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint wasn’t boasting; he had once wiped out a hundred-strong team of Saints, several of whom were Celestial Saints, using this very technique in a flash.

For the entire time, no one had seen through his guise, not even getting a glimpse. They all perished one by one beneath his blade.

That’s how he earned the name Ghost Blade!

Yet now.

Ye Junlin had accurately pinpointed his location, unraveling his technique and laying waste to his self-doubt…