A fearsome vortex of energy formed between the crimson spear and Ye Kunlun’s fist, capable of devouring the night.
Simultaneously, dozens of ninjas formed hand seals, seemingly preparing a formation!
In an instant, white mist spread.
Ye Kunlun and the others were trapped within the fog.
“This is bad!” Wudao exclaimed, “Young Master, they’re gone!”
“My people are gone too!” Feng Tutu’s voice came from within the mist.
Shenmu Yuta and the envoy, who had been held by the two, vanished from their grasp without them realizing when the mist appeared.
Ye Kunlun let out a cold snort, his fist’s power erupting once more, directly forcing the crimson spear back!
The moment the spear vanished, a killing intent twice as terrifying as before surged from all directions!
“Be careful!”
Ye Kunlun warned Wudao and Feng Tutu.
As Ye Kunlun spoke, azure light erupted around him, directly dispersing the mist and enveloping Wudao and Feng Tutu!
*Chī—*
A wave of killing intent struck Ye Kunlun’s protective azure glow! Kuaishu Ge
“Die!”
Ye Kunlun softly grunted and pointed a finger. The powerful killing intent, unable to retreat, was annihilated by his finger!
The crimson spear reappeared, exuding a terrifying aura.
Ye Kunlun’s gaze caught the character ‘神’ (Shén) carved onto the spear’s shaft, clearly indicating it was a spiritual treasure of the Eastern Seas!
A spiritual treasure capable of withstanding Ye Kunlun’s punch and even matching his strength was undoubtedly a Heavenly-tier spiritual treasure!
Facing the Heavenly-tier spiritual treasure, Ye Kunlun’s palm glowed with dark light, revealing a jade dagger no larger than his palm.
This was a gift from his ninety-seventh master when he descended the mountain.
This dagger was named ‘Chi Long’ (Dragon Eater), a name that sounded incredibly peculiar, perhaps even a little improper!
But Ye Kunlun knew the power of ‘Chi Long’.
As the crimson spear attacked, Ye Kunlun softly uttered, “Go.”
Instantly, Chi Long transformed into a streak of jade, directly intercepting the crimson spear.
*Ding dang—*
The two divine weapons collided, emitting a clear and pleasant sound.
Following that, the crimson spear’s shaft vibrated violently, emitting a crimson glow as it attempted to escape.
Concurrently, Chi Long’s jade color intensified, directly devouring the crimson light.
Chi Long then grew from palm-sized to forearm-length, its aura becoming even more sharp and terrifying, as if it could devour everything around it.
*Wū wū—*
A wailing sound arose, seemingly the cry of the crimson spear.
*Crack—*
A bizarre scene unfolded as cracks appeared on the crimson spear. Then, Chi Long seemed to come alive, its jade hue completely enveloping the spear.
It felt as if Chi Long had swallowed the crimson spear into its depths.
“Baka!”
An enraged voice boomed from the void.
Ye Kunlun took a step, transforming into an afterimage, and pursued the source of the sound.
As Ye Kunlun gave chase, a terrifying aura like a dragon tore a dreadful rift in the sky.
The figure hidden in the void also revealed itself.
It was an old man in a white short-sleeved robe, identical to the elder Ye Kunlun had encountered on the sacred mountain of the Eastern Seas, with his hair tied in a topknot.
“To return a courtesy is the way of propriety!”
Ye Kunlun looked at the elder, whose face was filled with shock and anger, a sinister grin curling his lips!
“Try this sword!”
With that, Ye Kunlun struck out with his palm.
Instantly, a fiery sword of flowing light appeared, which was the swordsmanship taught to him by his ninety-seventh master – the Three Thousand Blazing Flames Sword!
The Three Thousand Blazing Flames Sword! When one sword is drawn, ten thousand follow!
With the appearance of the fiery sword, the entire sky was dyed red, illuminating the vast capital city.
A terrifying sword intent loomed over the capital, causing every martial artist and cultivator to feel a soul-shattering dread!
The elder with the topknot’s face grew grave. Before Ye Kunlun’s sword had even descended, its intent filled him with fear.
His eyes blazed with intense fighting spirit, as if a long spear was condensed within them.
“Condense!”
The elder with the topknot grunted softly.
A crimson spear materialized in his hand, its color as red as blood, with blood seemingly flowing on its surface.
The bloody aura spread outwards like a storm, as if to contend with Ye Kunlun’s sword!
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Qintian Tower.
“Such powerful sword intent, such potent bloody aura!”
Gu Changsheng stood on the rooftop, gazing towards the direction of Ye Kunlun and the elder with the topknot’s battle, which was obscured by a mist.
A faint dark hue flashed in his eyes, with faint Tai Chi phantoms appearing, yet he still could not see through the mist.
“Who could it be?” Gu Changsheng murmured, “Such potent sword intent, it’s simply terrifying!”
“Master.”
Nangong Yunshao suddenly spoke, “I seem to have detected a familiar aura.”
As she spoke, she furrowed her brow.
“Hmm?” Gu Changsheng showed a hint of doubt, looking at his treasured disciple and asking, “Yunshao, can you sense who it is?”
Nangong Yunshao’s expression was somewhat uncertain, and she felt it was unlikely.
“Master, I just feel the aura is somewhat familiar, it seems like…”
A figure that she disliked surfaced in Nangong Yunshao’s mind, yet she still spoke it, “Ye Kunlun!”
The moment Nangong Yunshao uttered this, the mist obscuring Ye Kunlun and the elder with the topknot seemed to vanish from Gu Changsheng’s sight.
The Tai Chi phantoms rotated slowly, and he finally caught sight of Ye Kunlun and the elder with the topknot.
“It’s him, how is this possible?!”
Gu Changsheng’s face was extremely solemn.
The reason he had agreed to Nangong Yunshao’s annulment of the engagement was that the one who challenged Mo Rufeng was Huang Jiuxian!
Had Ye Kunlun succeeded in challenging Mo Rufeng, Gu Changsheng might not have agreed to the annulment!
Suddenly, Ye Kunlun in the void glanced towards Qintian Tower.
Gu Changsheng instinctively closed his eyes, but his eyes felt a scorching, burning pain that brought tears to his eyes.
“Master, what’s wrong?”
Nangong Yunshao looked alarmed; it was the first time she had seen her master in such a state.
Gu Changsheng was aghast. Ye Kunlun’s casual glance had nearly shattered his Dao heart!
He even had a premonition that if Ye Kunlun had intended to kill, his divine soul would have been destroyed by that glance, rendering him a puppet.
“Master?”
Seeing that her master remained silent and his aura was fluctuating unstably, Nangong Yunshao grew anxious.
“It’s nothing!”
Gu Changsheng circulated his cultivation technique, the pain in his eyes subsided. When he opened them, they were crimson.
“Master, are you truly alright?”
Nangong Yunshao looked at Gu Changsheng’s crimson eyes, her pretty face filled with concern.
“Could it be that this calamity for Qintian Tower is destined to fall upon him?”
Gu Changsheng harbored a thought that was hard for even himself to believe.
—
Ye Kunlun stood in mid-air, retracting his gaze, and stared indifferently at the elder with the topknot not far away.
“Slash!”