He had already sensed the presence of Wudao, Feng Tutu, and Xiao Jiu among the auras, and additionally, several extremely powerful auras.
Moreover, the fluctuations in the trio’s auras were quite significant, indicating they were struggling!
Tang Zhuozhuo shivered upon sensing the sudden surge of killing intent from Ye Kunlun, "Ye Kunlun, what’s wrong?"
"People from the Biluo Sect have come attacking. It seems the area outside Wujian Prison will be awash in blood again today!"
Ye Kunlun stood up, his killing intent so palpable it was almost tangible, making Tang Zhuozhuo unable to meet his gaze.
Instantly, Ye Kunlun’s figure flickered, and he vanished from the study.
Tang Zhuozhuo wanted to follow, but considering her own strength, she could only stay and wait with Tang Zhuozhuo.
She knew that following would only be a burden to Ye Kunlun; it was better to wait for his triumphant return!
She believed in Ye Kunlun, having witnessed him go through so many storms in Kyoto!
Even when facing enemies like the ancient sect, the Biluo Sect, she believed he could win this battle!
*Bang bang bang—*
After a series of terrifying collisions, Wudao, Xiao Jiu, and Feng Tutu were thrown back in disarray at the entrance of Wujian Prison.
Ye Kunlun emerged at this very moment. Seeing the three of them already wounded, with injuries that appeared quite serious, Ye Kunlun’s aura exploded.
"Young Master, your subordinate is incompetent. We were discovered," Wudao said, wiping the blood from his face, his expression dejected.
He never imagined they would be discovered by the powerhouses of the Biluo Sect the moment they approached. If they hadn't moved quickly, they might have already perished at the hands of their pursuers.
Ye Kunlun waved his hand, and nine needle-like energy probes entered the bodies of the three, sealing their vital points and tending to their wounds.
"Wait by the side!" Ye Kunlun said calmly, his gaze fixed with murderous intent on the figures who had just appeared.
The people before him exuded an imposing aura; just standing there was enough to make Wudao and the others tremble.
Without a doubt, they were all powerhouses from the Biluo Sect.
"Kid, you are the one who killed Changsun Yuan?"
The elder leading them wore a black robe, with a small sword embroidered in golden thread on the cuffs, signifying he was a sword cultivator!
"You shouldn’t have come!"
Ye Kunlun stared coldly at the black-robed elder speaking. In his eyes, the black-robed elder was already a dead man.
"Hahaha!" the black-robed elder laughed, "Kid, do you know who I am? I am Gao Dan, the Seventh Elder of the Biluo Sect. The last person who dared to speak to me like that has grass three meters high growing on their grave!"
Ye Kunlun paused for a moment. These were words he usually said to others, and it was the first time someone had said them to him.
"Heh heh." Ye Kunlun couldn't help but laugh, "Whether you are Gao Dan or Low Dan, anyone who messes with my Wujian Prison will only meet death!"
Gao Dan narrowed his eyes and looked coldly at Ye Kunlun, "Since you can kill Changsun Yuan, it means you already possess the strength of the Spirit Infusion realm. Tell me your sect, and perhaps I will consider giving you a swift end!"
Although Gao Dan had received information about Ye Kunlun before coming, he was still greatly shocked when he saw him in person!
Ye Kunlun was too young. Even the top geniuses of their Biluo Sect could not have cultivated to the Spirit Infusion realm at this age.
Besides Ye Kunlun, the strength of Wudao and the other two also exceeded his expectations!
He never thought that a small Wujian Prison could have so many young powerhouses, comparable to ancient sects.
Gao Dan’s resolve to kill Ye Kunlun became even firmer. If Ye Kunlun were allowed to grow, he would undoubtedly pose an extinction-level threat to the Biluo Sect.
"If you want to fight, then fight. Why so much nonsense? Sword, come!"
Ye Kunlun was getting impatient. He let out a soft cry, and the Star River materialized in his hand, a terrifying sword intent instantly converging towards him.
*Buzz buzz buzz—*
The weapons of the people behind Gao Dan trembled, clearly sensing the terrifying sword intent from Ye Kunlun.
As owners of their weapons, they could even sense their weapons fearing the Star River in Ye Kunlun's hand.
Gao Dan’s gaze condensed as he stared at the Star River in Ye Kunlun’s hand.
"Spiritual energy shaping!" Gao Dan said coldly, "As expected of the Spirit Infusion realm. Since you are also a sword cultivator, let this old man see whose sword is stronger!"
*Whoosh—*
As Gao Dan’s voice fell, the small sword embroidered on his sleeve lit up, and it instantly transformed into a golden longsword, seven feet long and three inches wide!
"Go!"
Gao Dan let out a soft command, and the golden longsword flew directly towards Ye Kunlun.
Ye Kunlun’s heart tightened. The terrifying power contained within Gao Dan’s sword energy was the strongest he had encountered among all sword cultivators.
This was a sword intent that had reached its peak.
At this moment, Ye Kunlun felt his fighting spirit ignited by Gao Dan’s sword intent.
He knew very well that only with stronger sword intent could he defeat the opponent!
Ye Kunlun brandished the Star River in his hand, and the power of the myriad stars condensed on the sword’s body, forming a massive beam of starlight.
*Rumble!*
The sword energy collided with the sword energy.
Instantly, a deafening roar echoed, and the surrounding space was shattered by the terrifying force!
Gao Dan’s black robe fluttered in the wind caused by the sword energy, his eyes flashing with a cold light, like a fierce beast.
Ye Kunlun, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, his eyes revealing a profound radiance, like a clear lake, reflecting countless stars.
The two moved at lightning speed, their blades and swords weaving together, each collision erupting with terrifying waves of sword energy.
At the Spirit Infusion realm, their swordsmanship was no longer a mere collision of power but a clash of will and cultivation.
Ye Kunlun's will was as firm as a rock, this was beyond doubt!
As the Sixth Elder of the Biluo Sect, Gao Dan’s strength was naturally formidable.
After their initial exchange, he showed a hint of disdain, believing he could not possibly lose to a youngster.
In the next second, Gao Dan’s sword grew even sharper.
Ye Kunlun naturally would not show weakness. If Gao Dan was strong, he would be stronger. He had rarely encountered such a top-tier sword cultivator, and he did not intend to let Gao Dan die easily.
As they attacked ferociously, their sword intents intertwined, like two torrents colliding, stirring up countless splashes of sword energy.
The terrifying tide of sword intent had already caused the space in front of Wujian Prison to collapse, transforming into a black vortex.
Wudao and the other two could not track Ye Kunlun and Gao Dan’s movements, only feeling the sword intent that made their hearts tremble with fear!
At this moment, the three silently vowed that they would become powerhouses like Ye Kunlun!
"Enough playing, it’s time to send you on your way!"
Suddenly, the sword light of the Star River in Ye Kunlun’s hand retracted, as if it had transformed into an ordinary sword.
Gao Dan’s eyelids twitched, and he felt a strong sense of crisis.
"Hmph, I admit your swordsmanship is strong, but you still can't do anything to this old man!" Gao Dan’s expression was somewhat displeased.
He had initially thought that he could easily defeat Ye Kunlun with his swordsmanship, but he hadn't expected that after this prolonged engagement, he couldn't make Ye Kunlun budge an inch.
"Is that so?" Ye Kunlun’s lips curved into a sinister smile, "Then try taking this strike!"
Saying this, Ye Kunlun swung the Star River in his hand directly towards Gao Dan.
This strike had no brilliant starlight, no astonishing sword intent; it was like a strike from a child.
Utterly ordinary!
"You... how could you..."
Gao Dan's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
Ye Kunlun’s strike was the ultimate expression of the Great Dao, returning to simplicity, the peak of swordsmanship!