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However, this wasn't the end. Following that, another wave of sound engulfed the world.

If you don't know me, then what do you want from me!?

Dong!

The momentum was overflowing, and countless Spiritual Energy surged out like a wave. Yi Zhou's fist struck onto the second set of the war drum, and without any surprise, the battle drum instantly shattered.

Terrifying gusts of wind whistled through the air, blowing on the bodies of everyone present. Their robes fluttered, and their hearts trembled uncontrollably.

Those who know me well will understand my arrogance!

If you don't know me, then what do you want from me!?

What kind of boldness was this? Compared to Mo Nantian, it was even more powerful!

This is him, Yi Zhou!

An ear-piercing sound resounded through the skies, and everyone was unable to calm down for a long time. What Mo Nantian had brought was already shocking enough, but they did not expect that the spirit that Yi Zhou had released was even more frightening!

However, had all of this ended?

Yi Zhou's entire body was enveloped by the storm, his pitch black hair that was as black as ink casually fluttered about, completely pairing with his unrestrained and arrogant and confident personality.

In the next moment, under the burning gazes of everyone present, Yi Zhou stepped forward towards the third set of the war drum. With a loud bang, the third set of battle drum suddenly shattered, and transformed into dust that flowed along with the wind.

Then the fourth, the fifth …

In just a few short breaths of time, he arrived in front of the ninth war drum.

Dong!

Yi Zhou's eyes congealed and his five fingers suddenly stretched out and formed a fist. The vast Spiritual Energy s poured out from his body and smashed onto the ninth war drum with a loud bang.

The continuous sounds of explosions pierced through the clouds. The battle drums turned to dust under the shocked gazes of the crowd, dissipating with the wind. Every punch that landed was extremely soul-stirring.

The battle drum finally turned into dust and disappeared without a trace.

Only the slender figure stood tall and straight, a sacred light enveloping him. At this moment, Yi Zhou's back seemed to have become incomparably imposing.

Within Clear River Valley, the sounds of war drums shattering continued. In the eyes of everyone, only Yi Zhou's slender figure remained.

Mo Nantian, after hibernating for three years, reappeared in the Clear River Valley and used his incomparably domineering attitude to set new records on the various ancient ruins. He even bragged that no one would be able to beat him within a hundred years.

But following Mo Nantian, Yi Zhou stood up.

Mo Nantian's pearl was right in front of everyone, but Yi Zhou did not care at all and continued to attack. No one thought highly of him, because when compared to Mo Nantian, anyone would seem out of place.

And Yi Zhou was naturally one of them.

However, after he unleashed his talent, everyone fell silent.

No one could break Mo Nantian's record in a hundred years?

However, did it really take a hundred years?

In just a few short minutes, Yi Zhou had proven himself, and it was in front of Mo Nantian.

Who said Mo Nantian couldn't be surpassed?

The war drums sounded eight thousand nine hundred times, and all nine drums were reduced to dust, creating a natural phenomenon.

This was the true record.

Compared to Yi Zhou, what was Mo Nantian worth?

Those who blindly exaggerated Mo Nantian were simply blind and had never seen the world.

Those who know me well will understand my arrogance!

If you don't know me, then what do you want from me!?

This was Yi Zhou's response to Mo Nantian.

Is it really unsurpassable?

Everyone here could see it for themselves.

As Yi Zhou slowly walked forward, everyone's heart was pounding as they watched him slowly sit in front of the first sculpture.

What kind of level could Yi Zhou have reached?

Would he surpass Mo Nantian?

”Chi, chi …” Howling wind swept out, enveloping Yi Zhou's slender body, but Yi Zhou remained unmoving, and focused on comprehending and connecting with the sculpture.

The clothes of the crowd fluttered in the wind, and they couldn't help but take a step back. However, their gazes were still fixated on Yi Zhou.

Closing his eyes slowly, with a thought from Yi Zhou, the Thirteen Mystical Prison Monastery activated their thought process. A speck of light started to flicker between his brows for a moment, and at the same time, the will of the sculpture actually started to clear up in his mind.

Very quickly, the first statue released a light aura, and a light aura enveloped Yi Zhou. Without any hesitation, Yi Zhou walked over to the second statue.

He managed to communicate with the first statue so quickly?

This speed was even faster than Mo Nantian's! The crowd cried out in alarm, their expressions incomparably shocked.

After that, in just a few breaths of time, the several sculptures started to shine brilliantly. The crowd had already become stupefied, and their speed was even faster than Mo Nantian's.

Is this Yi Zhou a madman?!

He was simply overweeningly arrogant!

Stepping forward, Yi Zhou stood in front of the seventeenth sculpture.

At this moment, the clothes on his upper body had been completely destroyed, and the dragon imprints flickered, as though they had turned into a layer of armor covering his body. But even so, there were still some bloodstains that seeped out from Yi Zhou's skin.

One could imagine how much pressure he was under.

However, the 17th statue was right in front of him, and he didn't want to give up.

As long as they did not reach the destination, it was not the end!

Break for me! All of a sudden, Yi Zhou let out a furious roar, took a step forward, and steadily stood in front of the seventeenth sculpture like a mountain.

One had to know that Mo Nantian had just arrived in front of the 16th statue.

What Mo Nan Tian couldn't do, could it be that even he, Yi Zhou couldn't do it?

Who set it?