"But before that, shouldn't we settle our score?"
Ye Kunlun withdrew his gaze from Mo Ziyan and looked coldly at the High Priest, who was entirely shrouded in a gray robe.
He tried to discern the High Priest's appearance but was always obscured by a layer of gray mist.
As he spoke, Ye Kunlun and the High Priest unleashed their full power, their terrifying might capable of leveling the mountain beneath them in an instant.
The High Priest opened his mouth and said, "With the strength of both of us, if we fight here, aren't you afraid of affecting Ying?"
"Then let's change locations!"
Ye Kunlun snorted coldly. The surroundings shifted, and the two appeared in the void!
"Your enemy is not me," the High Priest sighed, his voice tinged with helplessness. "I apologize for what happened with the Osaka family."
"Apologies are useless here. Let's spar first!"
Ye Kunlun wasted no more words. His unseen power coalesced into a massive star river sword, which he slashed towards the High Priest.
At their level, overly complex moves were no longer necessary!
The simplest moves were often the most terrifying!
The High Priest gazed at the vast expanse of stars. With a light flick of his sleeve, a wave of gray mist emanated, also forming a long gray sword that met Ye Kunlun's attack!
Clang—
The two divine swords clashed, their terrifying sword intent directly tearing apart the boundless void.
"Although the Witch God belongs to the Three Gods Society, for some reason, he has actually separated from the Three Gods."
The High Priest's voice carried a hint of helplessness. "More precisely, he actually originates from the ancient Wu clan of Huaxia, and the ancient Wu clan has a deep connection with the Oriental Ying God and the Sun God."
The High Priest explained to Ye Kunlun, seemingly unwilling to make an enemy of him.
"You should know that the totem of the East is the Yamata no Orochi, and the Yamata no Orochi comes precisely from the lineage of the Witch God."
Hearing this, Ye Kunlun recalled the Witch God's statue, which indeed bore a strong resemblance to the Yamata no Orochi in Oriental totems.
"So what?"
Ye Kunlun's expression was indifferent. The High Priest's words could not change anything.
"You should also know that besides the Yin lineage, there is also the Mirror lineage and the Fire lineage, and the Yamata no Orochi is the god of the Fire lineage!"
"The Fire lineage and the Yin lineage have been in conflict for countless years, so we are truly not enemies. There are indeed many misunderstandings here."
The more the High Priest spoke, the more helpless he became, seemingly unable to withstand Ye Kunlun's attack!
Ye Kunlun let out a light哼, and the power of the star river surged, directly shattering the High Priest's gray long sword!
The sword energy instantly reached the High Priest!
A withered hand emerged from his sleeve and gently brushed away Ye Kunlun's sword energy.
The High Priest retreated three or four steps, a faint red line left on his palm.
"You win!" The High Priest did not seem surprised by this outcome. "Killing me will not benefit you. We can actually cooperate."
"I never cooperate with Japanese people," Ye Kunlun held the star river in his hand, looking coldly at the High Priest.
The High Priest sighed. "Thousands of years ago, Japan was merely a small island nation, known as Fusang, and also called the Eastern Barbarians. At that time, Japan was indeed desolate, a land of savages.
Immortals from Huaxia, seeking eternal life, crossed to Fusang, bringing the first batch of aborigines, as well as seeds and cultivation methods."
"It was just that eternal life was hard to find, so the first batch of aborigines remained, and they were the ancestors of Japan."
Ye Kunlun naturally knew this historical account, and there was indeed such a saying in history.
However, present-day Japan did not acknowledge their ancestors came from Huaxia at all.
"My ancestor was one of the cultivators at that time."
"My ancestor told us descendants of this lineage that they had discovered the secret of eternal life, but it was hidden by that immortal. As for the reason, my ancestor did not know!"
"Therefore, the secret of eternal life has always been the answer the Three Gods Society has been searching for, where that immortal hid the secret of eternal life."
"Until ten years ago, when the Witch God awakened, he said the secret was hidden in an artifact, and the artifact was in Qingcheng, Huaxia!"
"You know what happened next. As for what the artifact is and why the Witch God knew it was hidden within the artifact, you will have to ask him yourself."
"I have told you everything I know. If you wish to understand and still need to fight me, then fight!"
The High Priest stood there quietly, his aura somewhat unstable, clearly having been seriously injured by Ye Kunlun's previous sword.
Ye Kunlun analyzed the High Priest's words. He could not fully believe them, but he could not dismiss them either.
The most crucial thing now was to meet the Witch God to find the answer.
Ye Kunlun also thought of Mo Ziyan. Leaving the High Priest alive was not a bad thing for Mo Ziyan's current condition.
"I will spare your life for now. After Yan'er wakes up, a decision will be made!"
As he spoke, the surrounding scenery shifted.
Ye Kunlun and the High Priest returned to the shrine.
"If Yan'er suffers any harm, I will surely destroy your shrine!"
Ye Kunlun gazed at the High Priest, leaving behind these words before departing.
"High Priest!"
Everyone rushed forward, inquiring about what had just happened.
Puff—
The High Priest spat out a mouthful of black blood, his breathing becoming heavier. "This brat is truly terrifying!"
"Japan has narrowly escaped disaster for now," the High Priest instructed everyone after regulating his breath. "From now on, recall our people. They are not to enter Huaxia."
"High Priest, won't our entire plan be disrupted by this?"
Someone expressed surprise.
After all, they had been planning for centuries and could not let Ye Kunlun alone disrupt all their plans.
"Everything will be decided after Ying wakes up."
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Wujian Prison.
Several figures appeared before the gates of Wujian Prison, their terrifying aura surging like a tide directly towards the prison.
Feng Tutu and Bloody Hand watched the few people before them with cold eyes, knowing a fierce battle was imminent.
"Tutu, let's have a competition to see who kills more, what do you say?" Bloody Hand suggested to Feng Tutu with a sinister grin.
"Sure, I'm not afraid of you!" Feng Tutu's pretty face was filled with intense killing intent.
"Get lost, we only want to kill Ye Kunlun!"
One of them said coldly to the two.
"You think you have the qualifications to kill the young master?"
Bloody Hand let out a cold laugh and transformed into a blood-red silhouette, charging directly at the speaker!
In a flash, the two were locked in combat.
The old man was not weak, and Bloody Hand could not gain any advantage against him!
"Dogs of Ye Kunlun, your strength is nothing special!" the old man sneered.
The next second, a Yuchang short sword appeared in his hand, and he stabbed towards Bloody Hand!
The sky filled with blood shadows met the opponent's Yuchang short sword!
The terrifying sword energy directly pierced through all of Bloody Hand's palm shadows, and the sword tip directly struck his right shoulder!
The blood-red silhouette's expression changed slightly. Disregarding the wound, he leaned forward and struck the opponent's chest with a palm!
With a crisp sound.
The Yuchang short sword pierced directly through Bloody Hand!
The old man staggered back two steps, a flush rising on his cheek!
A sinister grin appeared on Bloody Hand's face.