I've already lost contact with Ye Yang, and I don't know how things are going on his end.

If I were to rush to Xiaoshan Village, how much time would it take to travel back and forth?

After walking out of Fengshui Street, I finally resolved to use the secret art of "Thousand Mile Search" to track Yun裳.

I believe Ye Yang won't fail. Sometimes, gambling with your life depends on "belief."

In fact, Ye Yang didn't disappoint me.

The moment the mirror image appeared, Ye Yang locked onto the opponent's aura.

The ghost image in the mirror sadly raised its head to look at Ye Yang, while Professor Lu, who was beside Ye Yang, was already paralyzed on the ground in fright: "That's... that's my soul! My soul is gone. Ye... Ye Yang... I..."

"Shut up!" Ye Yang shouted in a deep voice. The ghost image in the mirror had already raised its hand and pinched its own neck, pressing its thumbs against its throat, pressing down hard.

Professor Lu, outside the mirror, imitated the actions in the mirror, grabbing his own neck and applying force fiercely.

Nie Xiaochun watched the person in the mirror, whose eyes were bloodshot, slowly stick out their tongue: "Ye Yang, what are you doing? Professor Lu is going to die, hurry up and think of a way to save him!"

Ye Yang stared straight at the mirror surface, his hand on the sword hilt, but he didn't move for a long time.

Nie Xiaochun stamped her feet anxiously: "Ye Yang, are you stupid? Professor Lu can't die. If he dies, you will be wanted by the police. This is the Yang world; you can't fight the authorities."

Seeing that Professor Lu was running out of breath, Nie Xiaochun simply flashed towards the opposite mirror.

As soon as Nie Xiaochun moved, the figure in the mirror revealed a sneer. The hands that were originally pinching its own neck suddenly relaxed and grabbed towards the incoming target with arms outstretched.

Only then did Nie Xiaochun realize that the other party was waiting for her to make a move. Ye Yang was a living person; it couldn't drag Ye Yang into the mirror, but it could let Nie Xiaochun enter the world within the mirror.

Once Nie Xiaochun was trapped in the mirror, she would become the other party's bargaining chip to threaten Ye Yang.

Nie Xiaochun thought of the result, but couldn't control her body and crashed into the mirror with her eyes wide open.

At the same time, the sharp claws of the ghost image in the mirror broke through the mirror surface and grabbed towards Nie Xiaochun's shoulder.

In the nick of time, the long sword in Ye Yang's hand erupted, and the sword's cry was like a dragon, piercing the sky.

The moment Nie Xiaochun clearly felt the approaching sword energy, her heart turned cold, because she saw a sneer from the ghost image in the mirror.

That ghost wasn't afraid of the sword energy!

Just as Nie Xiaochun's despair flashed through her mind, she felt the cold sword energy land on her shoulder.

Ye Yang's sword wasn't meant to kill, but to suppress Nie Xiaochun.

As the sword energy and the ghost's hand met on Nie Xiaochun's shoulder, the ghost image's five fingers flew off into the air, but the ghost's other intact palm grabbed into Nie Xiaochun's shoulder.

It's over!

Just as Nie Xiaochun's heart turned cold, a strange sword light suddenly burst out from her shoulder and shot straight at the mirror surface.

A flying sword piercing the mirror should have shattered it, with crystal fragments everywhere.

But the short sword went straight in through the glass, reaching all the way to the hilt, before a web-like crack appeared on the glass.

Ye Yang made two strikes in total.

The first strike only had sword energy, without moving the sword itself, just to suppress Nie Xiaochun.

The second strike, the short sword broke through the air and entered the mirror, closely following the sword energy.

This second strike, which arrived later but struck first, was Ye Yang's killing move.

As the short sword broke through the mirror, Ye Yang roared, "One Sword Shatters the Soul, Even the Underworld Shall Be Sliced!"

As Ye Yang's voice fell, a cold light burst out from the short sword, and the sparkling sword light chased after the figure in the mirror, shooting towards the unknown space behind the mirror.

After the figure and the sword light disappeared at the same time, the sound of the mirror shattering echoed continuously in the tunnels of the Greed Wolf Tomb, and Ye Yang's gaze also turned to the depths of the secret passage with the sound of the explosion.

Only then did Nie Xiaochun realize the meaning of Ye Yang's roar, "One Sword Shatters the Soul, Even the Underworld Shall Be Sliced."

This sword could lock onto the aura of the ghost and launch an endless pursuit, even chasing it down to the Yellow Springs, to cut it down with the sword.

Nie Xiaochun gritted her teeth and looked at Ye Yang: "Ye Yang, you didn't make a move all this time, were you using me as bait? Tell me—"

After Ye Yang made a silencing gesture, his ears began to tremble slightly!

Although Nie Xiaochun stopped talking, she looked at Ye Yang with suspicion in her eyes. She suspected that Ye Yang was trying to deliberately interrupt!

"Ye..." As soon as Nie Xiaochun said a word, the long sword in Ye Yang's hand suddenly erupted, and the straight up and down sword light moved soaringly, directly piercing into the ceiling above Ye Yang's head.

One Sword Shatters the Soul!

Another One Sword Shatters the Soul!

This time, the sound from the tomb was even louder than before. The sound of the mirror shattering was even mixed with the sound of ghosts crying.

No one knew how many mirrors Ye Yang's sword had shattered or how many ghosts it had killed.

Amidst Nie Xiaochun's exclamations of surprise, Ye Yang sneered and said, "Repeating the same trick, nothing more!"

Only then did Nie Xiaochun understand the key: it turned out that the last time Ye Yang was schemed against, the opponent had placed a full-length mirror in the room to confuse the opponent. The real place where he struck was a mirror laid flat on the ceiling, shining down from above.

Ye Yang's long sword had never left his hand; he was waiting to kill his opponent with one strike!