Whoosh~

Michael, without a second thought, immediately leapt into the air, riding the fierce wind howling away. His actions were fluid and flawless, showing that he has done this many times before.

If not for his extraordinary body technique, he could not have survived to become a Martial Saint; he would have been killed long ago.

Unfortunately, he encountered Ye Qingzhou.

"Competing with me in speed?"

Ye Qingzhou stomped his left foot forward heavily, and his figure vanished from its place, leaving behind a deep pit and a powerful aftermath tearing through the air.

Seventy times the speed of sound!

Seventy times without transgressing the rules, when sword speed surpasses seventy Mach, you act according to your heart's desire, and no one can overstep your rules.

At this moment, Ye Qingzhou had already reached such a realm.

Currently on Blue Star, below the Martial God, Ye Qingzhou had climbed to the pinnacle, unmatched under the heavens, becoming the foremost Martial Saint of the time. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Having undergone intense battles, Ye Qingzhou, under the suppression of five Martial Saints and Susanoo's world-shaking sword, experienced another transformation of his mental imagery, evolving from Taiyi to Primordial, stepping into the second stage of the Innate Five Greats.

Taiyi Formless!

Primordial Qi!

Primordial is formless and without substance, only innate one qi, a cosmic state more primitive than chaos, the beginning of qi before form, where the great path had not descended, and heaven and earth were unified into one, without inside and outside.

"The 'Taiyi Formless Scripture' was jointly comprehended by the Sword Emperor and White Emperor, closest to the zeroth dimension of the Spiritual Realm, the dimension of the mind, where all returns to the void, and heaven and earth are formless."

"And the 'Primordial Yuan Qi Scripture' was created by the Cyan Emperor, representing the original state of the world, the state of Primordial Unity, and also the first dimension, the dimension of time."

"What is called time is essentially the movement and transformation of matter brought by the flow of energy; mastering the laws within means grasping the mysteries of time."

Clang~

Ye Qingzhou silently swung a sword, this strike was not fast, it could even be said to be very slow, but at the moment of the strike, the opponent was already hit, as if it possessed the property of sure-hit.

Slash~

Michael, speeding across the sea, was suddenly slashed with a deep wound visible to the bone, golden-red holy blood fell into the ocean waves, fought over and devoured by countless fish and shrimp.

The blood of a Martial Saint contains powerful primordial qi energy, weak marine creatures who swallow it immediately explode and die; only a few with exceptional talent have their genes strengthened, evolving into entirely new mutant creatures.

Some fish grew horns and scales as hard as steel, some soft-bodied creatures swelled up and became bloodthirsty and combative, and even a sea turtle, after consuming a large amount of holy blood, transformed into an enormous creature over three hundred meters long, its back like a moving sea island.

"Ah! Ye Qingzhou!"

Michael's face showed a mixture of shock and anger, obviously once again shaken by Ye Qingzhou's mental imagery transformation, especially one that involves the Path of Time, known for being mysteriously unpredictable and difficult to guard against.

He didn't even know how he got hit!

Ye Qingzhou, after striking this sword, reflected inwardly: 'A normal sword technique, no matter how fast, after being unleashed, the blade must undergo spatial transformation to hit the enemy, but now, I can erase the process through the power of mental imagery, directly locking onto the result of the hit.'

Without a doubt, this is an extremely terrifying power, even though it is currently limited by the coverage range of the mental imagery, unable to reach boundlessly far, it is still unbelievably strong.

To some extent, it is enough to threaten a god.

Of course, it is just a threat.

Just like a child wielding a knife can threaten a strong man, but the strong man can still easily kill a child daring to strike him with a knife.

Clang~

Ye Qingzhou swung the blade again, the sharp sword gang instantly tore open Michael's back, leaving a wound that couldn't heal.

Even a Martial Saint strong person cannot heal the wound through their own life force, because this 'change' is also attributed to the domain of time, thus locked by Ye Qingzhou's divine thought, rendering healing ineffective.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Michael was in extreme fear, desperately pushing his potential to the limit, accelerating to unprecedented heights, only to crash head-on into an invisible barrier with a thud.

Even as a Martial Saint, crashing into an indestructible wall at seventy times the speed of sound would result in severe injuries.

Michael, his whole body a bloody mess, dizzy, plunged into the heaving waves below, splashing up a massive spray of water.

If not for the sufficiently strong physique of a Martial Saint, he would have been pulverized and died without a complete corpse.

Ye Qingzhou halted his figure in time, clicking his tongue: "From the sound, it's a solid head, surviving that is practically having nine lives."

Michael, after falling into the water, quickly regained consciousness, and immediately controlled cell regeneration to rapidly recover his injuries; as long as not wounded by Ye Qingzhou's Primordial Sword Qi, normal injuries, no matter how severe, are not enough to threaten the life of a Martial Saint.

"Damn it! This area is sealed by a barrier! I can't escape at all!"

Michael was in utter despair, but he still didn't give up struggling: "Ola! As long as I find Ola and join forces, even if we can't win, at least we can save our lives!"

The reason for not choosing to turn to the War Knight and Famine Knight is because Michael doesn't want to be drawn into the Divine War, that would be courting death.