Chapter 1271: Chapter 1271: Damn, That’s Just Too Cool! (2 Updates)
"Yue Deng, keep an eye on the reconnaissance."
Ye Haochuan leads the group forward cautiously.
"Yes, Alliance Hierarch." Yue Deng nods and responds.
"Where have all the Evil Sect people gone? We’ve been infiltrating this White Court Origin Realm for so long, yet haven’t seen a single person." Langfan looks around and mutters.
Ye Haochuan furrows his brow. Logically, this region should be under the Evil Sect’s domain; it shouldn’t be so desolate.
The only explanation is that a major battle is happening ahead, absorbing a lot of manpower.
"Move faster. If we arrive after the battle is over, we’ll gain nothing!" Ye Haochuan says with a pout.
He’s not here for leisure. He thought there would be gains once they entered, but the Evil Sect has devastated the place. He hasn’t even found a useful herb along the way, feeling disheartened.
"Wait!"
Yue Deng suddenly halts, carefully observing a nearby sign of battle, and after a moment declares, "This trace was left not long ago, and both sides of the battle appear to have substantial power!"
He then listens closely with his ear to the ground and continues, "It should be not far ahead. Judging by the sounds, it’s a battle between at least Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators, possibly even Nascent Soul Peak!"
Damn, Nascent Soul Peak? Even if we combine, all seven of us couldn’t withstand a single finger of theirs!
Ye Haochuan furrows his brow intensely.
Normally, he would flee from such high-level battles. But at this moment, this fight is surely between Xuanmen and the Evil Sect. As a member of Xuanmen, just turning away seems dishonorable.
After pondering a while, Ye Haochuan finally makes a firm decision. But such matters require careful planning; rushing in would only lead to trouble.
Thinking of this, he speaks again: "Yue Deng, can you ascertain who’s on the Xuanmen side?"
Yue Deng nods, "Please wait, Alliance Hierarch, I’ll take a look."
"Be careful!" Ye Haochuan expresses concern.
Facing a Nascent Soul Peak expert, being discovered could lead to danger.
"Don’t worry. Concealing oneself is part of the important courses in tracking!" Yue Deng smiles, and with a few jumps, he disappears.
Soon, he returns pale-faced, exclaiming, "Alliance Hierarch, it’s Yang Sen. He’s fighting against three opponents of the same level."
"Hmm?" Ye Haochuan’s face darkens, "You mean Yang Sen of the Yang Family, the Divine Brush Judge?"
Yang Sen is a War God Level figure of Xuanmen. Ye Haochuan had always wanted to witness his prowess, but hadn’t had the chance. He never expected to meet him under such circumstances.
Yue Deng nods again, confirming the accuracy of his report.
Ye Haochuan suddenly furrows his brow, looking grave.
The opponents capable of battling Yang Sen mustn’t be simple figures. This group should avoid involving themselves.
Damn it, who cares, witnessing a battle of Great God Yang isn’t an opportunity that comes easily. With such a great figure present, is there a need to worry about safety?
Unable to resist his curiosity, Ye Haochuan decides to go and watch.
Therefore, the seven of them quietly approach and soon witness the battle ahead.
Ye Haochuan glimpses from afar, seeing a resolute man in white, wielding an iron brush, battling three without falling behind.
Next to him, the three Nascent Soul Peak members of the Evil Sect appear weary, seemingly suffering internal injuries.
Wow, truly deserving of the title Divine Brush Judge, handling three Nascent Soul Peak opponents and still maintaining dominance!
Ye Haochuan gazes with envy.
Seeing Yang Sen, Yang Sen’s gaze suddenly scans toward their direction.
Upon discerning Ye Haochuan and his group’s cultivation, he scoffs coldly and ignores.
Even those three Nascent Soul experts from the Evil Sect spare but a dismissive glance at Ye Haochuan and his group.
In their eyes, mere Core Formation Stage ants, whichever side they’re on, won’t impact the battle. Extinguishing them is just a breath away.
"Flame Prison!" A skinny mage from the Evil Sect suddenly cries, raising his staff high.
As soon as words leave his mouth, a massive flame swiftly shoots forth, enveloping Yang Sen.
The other two cultivators seize the chance to unleash their techniques towards Yang Sen.
Yang Sen’s expression remains unchanged, smirking disdainfully.
"One Stroke Spring and Autumn!"
With his soft call, the golden iron brush in his hand writes in the air.
Two large and vague ancient characters rapidly appear in the sky. As they do, the previously dim firmament fills with a brilliant golden glow.
Under this glow, the massive flame prison halts in its tracks.
"Not good!"
The three Evil Sect experts’ faces visibly change, staring at the characters in astonishment. They know "One Stroke Spring and Autumn" is Yang Sen’s famous technique, but they never expected its power to reach such a level.
"Evade!" The mage suddenly yells, seemingly foreseeing something dreadful, retreating quickly.
"Trying to run?"
Yang Sen sneers, shouting, "Stabilize Mountains and Rivers!"
As his voice falls, a flash lights up, and the two characters in the air suddenly sharpen, the words "Mountains and Rivers" clear!
These characters spin at tremendous speed.
Whoosh~
After a gust of wind, the "Mountains and Rivers" characters transform into three towering mountain shadows, pressing downward.
"Pah!"
The three Evil Sect cultivators struggle to block, yet still spew blood from the impact, their momentum severely diminished.
"Why? Despite being Nascent Soul Peak, why is he so much stronger than us?" A cultivator from the Evil Sect exclaims in bewilderment.
"What a Divine Brush Judge! There’s indeed such a great disparity!" Another laments.
"Humph! If not for ambushing, with just you three, you’d have long been spirits under my brush!" Yang Sen suddenly scoffs.
His demeanor now carries a hint of contempt.
Ye Haochuan watches eagerly, pondering when he might have such encounters.
He imagines himself facing an army alone, disdainful and proud, declaring, "Even if you return a millionfold, can you do anything to me?"
Damn, that’s so cool!
As Ye Haochuan’s eyes spark with excitement, the three Evil Sect experts wear bitter expressions.
They certainly weren’t the ones ambushing; it was Yang Sen himself. There’s still some distance from the main battlefield here, Yang Sen had crossed over to ambush the Sect Master of Xuanming Sect.
The Sect Master of Xuanming Sect orchestrated this war, controlling the other two sects fully.
Yang Sen planned to slip past the frontline’s distraction to silently ambush the Sect Master of Xuanming Sect, ending this war significantly.
But the Sect Master wasn’t a simple figure, anticipating the move and leaving several Nascent Soul Peak experts for guard, leading to this spectacle.
Despite Yang Sen claiming they ambushed him, these three Evil Sect experts have no defense against such accusation.
Pondering this, the mage suddenly strides his eyes and laughs, "Ambush? We disdain it. But..."
As he speaks, he gestures to the skinny mage.
The skinny mage silently laughs, seizing the opportunity to launch an offense, quietly flinging a handful of semi-transparent poisonous sand towards Yang Sen’s back.