Chapter 1284: Chapter 1284: Fun, Isn’t It? (4th Update)
Ye Haochuan descended from Mount Obis and headed straight towards the Holy City. However, he had to pass through the area occupied by the Evil Sect, so he couldn’t help but tread carefully and cautiously.
Now, the other six out of the seven Ghosts were not in the White Court Origin Realm, greatly limiting his combat power. He feared that even facing a Nascent Soul Early Stage expert, he would not be their match.
Fortunately, the heavens seemed to be aware of his plight and did not make things difficult for him.
During this journey, which lasted three whole days, perhaps due to the low profile of traveling alone, Ye Haochuan surprisingly encountered no trouble at all.
After the previous great battle, Xuanmen had suffered heavy losses. The Evil Sect didn’t fare well either, but Yang Sen took out three at the Nascent Soul Peak, not to mention the casualties on the front lines.
So after Xuanmen retreated to the Holy City and the Evil Sect’s hard assault yielded no results, they retreated dozens of miles to camp and lick their wounds.
This distant encirclement clearly indicates a plan for a long fight. After all, with Xuanmen and the Holy See at an absolute disadvantage now, the more the war drags on, the more it benefits the Evil Sect.
Without encountering any resistance, Ye Haochuan successfully arrived beneath the city walls of the Holy City.
"Who goes there?" The gate was guarded by two Core Formation Peak experts, and as soon as Ye Haochuan approached, he heard them shout.
"Long Alliance’s Ye Haochuan, I kindly ask you two to let me enter!" Ye Haochuan respectfully said.
It wasn’t that he genuinely revered these two, but with Xuanmen’s higher-ups all in the Holy City, and Nascent Soul Realm cultivators everywhere, being too arrogant could easily get one beaten up.
"Long Alliance? Never heard of it!" one guard rudely said.
Ye Haochuan’s eyes narrowed, a flash of killing intent passing by.
Damn it, if it weren’t under the emperor’s nose, I would surely teach you both a lesson.
Though he thought so, Ye Haochuan still adhered to the principle of avoiding trouble and explained with a smile, "Long Alliance is a cultivator’s alliance, coming with the second team..."
"Alliance? Besides Lone Star, Proud World, and Cold Flame Alliance, what other alliances are there?"
The guard looked disdainfully at Ye Haochuan, sneering, "Claiming to come with the second team, yet the second team was clearly stopped outside The Pentagon—how did you get in? Invisibility?"
Another guard snorted coldly upon hearing this, "Why waste words with him? I bet he’s a spy sent by the Evil Sect. Let’s kill him and be done with it!"
Damn it, I’ve been tolerating you all along, do you really think I’m afraid of you?
Ye Haochuan snorted coldly and suddenly laughed eerily, "I really can’t agree with you, the Evil Sect people aren’t all as ’wise and mighty’ as you. They wouldn’t be dumb enough to send spies directly to the gate!"
The guards listened with satisfaction, but when they realized Ye Haochuan’s emphasis on "wise and mighty" held some irony, their eyes flared with anger.
"You brat, are you mocking us as stupid?"
"To even hear that implication means you’re not as stupid as average. Start actively seeing a doctor, maybe it’s not too late!" Ye Haochuan teased with a wicked smile.
"You’re courting death!"
In an instant, one guard charged forward in rage, swinging a spear down at Ye Haochuan’s head.
Damn, going for a killing blow right away, you think I’ll let you off lightly?
Ye Haochuan completely discarded the idea of avoiding a complex situation, and punched out directly.
"Xuanwu Force Vein, open!"
Boom~
With a fierce impact, the guard’s spear instantly bent into a bow shape.
Before the guard could recover from the shock, Ye Haochuan had already snatched the spear from his hand. With a series of manipulations, he transformed a Treasure-Level Early Stage Magical Treasure into a sphere.
"Off you go!"
Ye Haochuan gave a side kick, sending the transformed sphere flying like a soccer ball.
The guard’s face turned ashen, not only was his magical treasure easily destroyed, but now the sphere was hurtling towards him. Sensing its power, he realized he had no capability to resist.
"Damn, where did this killing god come from, being so strong?" the guard thought with regret.
But it was useless to regret now; the sphere was about to impact him in the next second. If it didn’t kill him, it might still cripple him.
Despair was already written in his eyes, but as the sphere got within half an inch of his forehead, a fair hand suddenly halted its advance.
"Am I saved?" The guard looked stunned, falling to the ground.
Just a moment ago, he felt he had already kissed the scythe of death.
"Thank you, senior... huh?" The guard was just about to thank the person who ’saved’ him, only to be startled.
Because the one who had saved him was none other than Ye Haochuan, who had just kicked the sphere.
"Was it fun?" Ye Haochuan wore an evil smile.
Fun, my foot! You damned pervert, is this how you mess with people?
The guard suddenly felt like crying, longing to return to the comforting embrace of his mother.
At this moment, a voice full of disdain suddenly rang out from the city gate.
"Hmph, another thug young master without conscience!"
Ye Haochuan looked in the direction of the voice, seeing a handsome young man with a scar at the corner of his eye, staring at him coldly.
Ye Haochuan frowned slightly, feeling a twinge of wariness. This guy’s gaze felt like a wolf’s stare at its prey.
Though he, like the guards, was at Core Formation Peak, the young man’s aura was incredibly fierce. Ye Haochuan was certain that this guy could take on ten guards like this and still be victorious.
A rare opponent indeed!
Ye Haochuan thought to himself.
Since obtaining the inheritance at the Four Sacred Ridges, Ye Haochuan had faced Core Formation Peaks with ease. But now, in this young man, he sensed a hint of danger.
"Ming Lang..." The two guards looked at the young man in terror, showing three parts respect, but the remaining seven parts were fear.
The young man known as Ming Lang ignored the two guards and slowly walked towards Ye Haochuan.
As he walked, he coldly said, "Using the rich resources of your family to boost your boundary, without any effort to cultivate arduously, only bullying loose cultivators who struggle to gain resources. I’ve always despised people like you the most."
Damn it, when did I become a foppish young master?
A thousand galloping thoughts rushed through Ye Haochuan’s mind, and he spoke, "You don’t know the cause, so why do you assume I’m bullying him?"
"I saw you teasing him with my own eyes, and you still try to argue? You’re a hopeless case!" Ming Lang snorted coldly, "Fine, since I encountered you today, I’ll discipline you well on behalf of your parents!"
"I wonder which guy failed to keep his pants on and let you out! If you want a beating so much, I’ll oblige you!"
Ye Haochuan’s eyes turned cold, full of killing intent.