They certainly wouldn't win!

What gave them the illusion that they had the advantage in numbers?

In terms of numbers, within this special array, those参赛器修 (cānsài qì xiū – participating artifact cultivators) who didn't know the truth and were filled with fear, panic, and anger were actually all helping Ye Chuxiao.

Although it wasn't their subjective intention, the reality was that they were all assisting Ye Chuxiao and were all sources of power supporting him.

In terms of momentum, this place had already become Ye Chuxiao's private forbidden ground. At least until the array was broken, Ye Chuxiao's abilities would be amplified to the extreme, while his opponents would be absolutely suppressed.

Ye Chuxiao stood there, seemingly dazzling, yet also perfectly integrated with his surroundings.

The erupting volcano, the crisscrossing magma, the rolling gray smoke, the thick, oppressive black clouds, and all the chaos on the ground and in the sky seemed to spread out with him as the center.

He had already become the absolute core of this painting.

No other scenery could steal the show.

At this moment, Ye Chuxiao wasn't in a hurry to take action and settle the score.

Instead, he stroked the back of the Yuanyang Treasure Blade in his hand, and the fingertip touch of the dense, dragon-scale-like纹路 (wénlù – patterns) filled him with joy.

The treasure blade in his hand also emitted a buzzing sound.

There were many divine artifacts around, each emitting a fierce aura in the hands of its master.

Like wolves surrounding him.

But the Yuanyang Treasure Blade proudly released its own aura, like a fierce tiger overlooking the world.

"You've been resting for quite some time now. If you've rested enough, would you like to have a big fight?"

The Yuanyang Treasure Blade continued to buzz.

Although there was only one way to express it, it could still convey different meanings and emotions.

Just like a one-year-old child, even if the words they speak are just simple vocabulary, the adults who take care of them can still understand their needs.

The blade light flashed across the sky, and in an instant, everything like the balance of hardness and softness, complexity and simplicity, and the retaining and releasing of momentum seemed to find its shadow in this one blade.

But in reality, it only had one purpose.

Chop!

It was just chop!

Just like the characteristic of the Yuanyang Treasure Blade...chop!

Wherever the wielder's will goes, there is nothing that cannot be chopped!

What limited the Yuanyang Treasure Blade's performance was no longer the blade itself, but the wielder's will!

Perhaps it was because it had been a hindrance to Ye Chuxiao in the many battles in the Desolate Battle Realm, so at the moment of 通神 (tōng shén – connecting to the divine), the Yuanyang Treasure Blade abandoned all other possibilities and focused on strengthening this one characteristic. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět

It would no longer be Ye Chuxiao's 'weakness', but his strongest advantage.

When Ye Chuxiao's blade flew up on its own initiative, everyone standing against Ye Chuxiao felt that this blade was aimed at them.

Obviously, their feeling was correct.

Because Ye Chuxiao's blade did not have a fixed target.

Raising the perspective to the overall situation, and dropping the blade from the perspective of the overall situation...who could not be chopped?

Faced with Ye Chuxiao's perfect blade, everyone who faced this blade felt frightened.

Some completely abandoned resistance and instead used all their strength to stack defenses.

Others simply plunged into the crowd, attempting to use the group to avoid Ye Chuxiao's targeted strike.

And among the crowd targeted by Ye Chuxiao, the most unavoidable was naturally Nangong Juhong.

He also knew that it was impossible to have any chance of reconciliation with Ye Chuxiao, so at the moment when Ye Chuxiao's blade locked onto him, he activated all the magic treasures in his body to produce a linkage effect.

In just an instant, he transformed into a giant dozens of zhang tall.

And the divine artifact armor, divine artifact hammer, and divine artifact elemental magic treasure, Thunder Fury, all bloomed with light and released their characteristics on him.

The characteristic of the armor was sturdiness and health regeneration, the characteristic of the hammer was heavy pressure and extreme forging, and the characteristic of the elemental magic treasure Thunder Fury was explosion and chain reaction.

The three divine artifacts, all dual-characteristic divine artifacts, were now under the domain blessing of Nangong Juhong, like a rampaging beast, actively撞击 (zhuàngjī – colliding) towards Ye Chuxiao.

Ye Chuxiao's blade was very perfect, almost without any flaws.

Since that was the case, Nangong Juhong chose to take the initiative to attack, taking the lead to intercept it before the blade entered its most perfect state, cutting off its perfect posture.

The characteristics of the divine artifact armor actively缠绕 (chánrào – entangled) towards Ye Chuxiao's blade light, attempting to use this characteristic to first wear down the intent to chop contained in the blade light.

However, the three characteristics and two domains shattered in an instant upon contact.

Nangong Juhong's domain, and the characteristics of the divine artifact armor covering his domain, all collapsed.

Ye Chuxiao's will was extremely firm!

Therefore, the chop of the Yuanyang Treasure Blade in his hand could also destroy everything.

No matter how solid it was like a mountain, no matter how much it restored vitality like the earth, it would still be chopped by Ye Chuxiao's blade.

The defense system that Nangong Juhong relied on had already shattered at the moment of contact.

At this time, even if he was a giant dozens of zhang tall, he was as small and fragile as an ant under Ye Chuxiao's blade.

Just like, it's not that whoever speaks louder is right or has authority.

At this time, at this moment, it's not that whoever transforms into a larger body is truly superior and has the upper hand.

In the space of a single blade, Nangong Juhong was in imminent danger.

At this time, Hua Yiren, holding a蕊 (ruǐ – stamen)-like sharp sword,斜 (xié – obliquely) rushed out from the side.

Her body, under the effect of her characteristic and domain, was completely虚化 (xūhuà – etherealized).

After being etherealized, she temporarily avoided Ye Chuxiao's blade from a virtual and real perspective.

At the same time, in an ethereal state, she刺 (cì – stabbed) towards Ye Chuxiao's heart, playing the trick of围魏救赵 (wéi wèi jiù zhào – besieging Wei to rescue Zhao – relieving a besieged ally by attacking the besiegers' home territory).

However, Ye Chuxiao's blade momentum was very stable and he had no intention of retreating at all.

And the Yuanyang Treasure Armor on his body suddenly震 (zhèn – shook).

A strong light笼罩 (l笼zhào – enveloped) the surroundings of Ye Chuxiao's body, also firmly抵挡 (dǐdǎng – resisting) Hua Yiren's sword that attempted to relieve the siege outside.

Buzz!

Ye Chuxiao's blade fell, cutting off several heads.

Among them was Nangong Juhong.

Among the several divine smiths whose heads were chopped off, some had made preparations in advance and再生 (zàishēng – were reborn) on the side in a狼狈 (lángbèi – disheveled) manner.

But some of them were directly斩灭 (zhǎnmiè – obliterated) by Ye Chuxiao's consciousness and completely陨灭 (yǔnmiè – perished).

Nangong Juhong had triggered the health regeneration effect of the divine artifact armor in advance. When his head was chopped off, what flowed out of his neck was not bright red blood, but transparent spirit essence.

He had long replaced the blood in his body with a special liquid spirit treasure.

With the help of the health regeneration characteristic, the chopped liquid spirit treasure first flowed back into Nangong Juhong's躯壳 (qūqiào – body shell).

Then the head and limbs were connected again. Except for the deep knife mark on his neck, it seemed that there was no difference from before.

"Head regeneration after being chopped off?"

"Can't be killed? How scary!" Ye Chuxiao said.

The divine smiths, who had been chopped by Ye Chuxiao with one blade, injuring several people, were almost completely scared out of their wits and showed embarrassment.

Who is really scary?

Clearly they were at the same realm, but at this moment, Ye Chuxiao killing those at the same level was as easy as killing chickens and dogs.

摸 (Mō – Touching) the still刺痛 (cìtòng – stinging) wound on his neck.

Nangong Juhong tried his best to squeeze out a very勉强 (miǎnqiáng – forced) smile: "Brother Ye! This matter... I can explain!"

"We can talk."

Ye Chuxiao coldly said: "No talking!"

As soon as the words fell, another blade.

This blade was still like a heavenly blade falling.

The feeling it gave everyone was that it was not Ye Chuxiao挥刀 (huīdāo – wielding the blade), but the heavens were wielding the blade.

Heaven's will is like a blade, how can mortals avoid it?

One before and one after, two divine artifact chains flew over, locking Ye Chuxiao's blade in mid-air, and the falling blade势 (shì – momentum) slowed down.

"Fellow Daoist, although庄主 (zhuāngzhǔ – Master) Nangong and the others are at fault, this matter has passed, why be so咄咄逼人 (duōduōbīrén – aggressive)?"

"Why don't we sit down and explain everything openly.庄主 (zhuāngzhǔ – Master) Nangong will definitely be willing to fully compensate Fellow Daoist's losses."

"What do you think?" The divine smith who made the move was not originally within the笼罩 (l笼zhào – enveloped) range of Ye Chuxiao's blade势 (shì – momentum).

After all, some of the divine smiths had not chosen to落井下石 (luòjǐngxiàshí – hit a person when he's down) on Ye Chuxiao before.

Therefore, Ye Chuxiao also chose to投桃报李 (tóu táo bào lǐ – return a plum for a peach – repay kindness with kindness) at the beginning of the counterattack.

But obviously, his kindness was misunderstood?

"No talking!" Ye Chuxiao still gave this answer.

His five fingers exerted force, and the Yuanyang Treasure Blade pierced through the sky. Even though it was restrained by two divine artifact chains, it still fell heavily.

At the moment when the blade fell, everyone who was targeted by the blade mouth began to try every means to dodge. No one was hard-headed anymore and planned to confront it head-on.

Even if they couldn't dodge, they at least had to use some life-saving methods to ensure that they wouldn't die immediately after being hit.

But still, some people died.

Divine Armament Manor, Artisan Sect, Myriad Treasures Association...these famous sects that shook the Immortal Treasure Realm had divine smiths perish.

No one can make the wrong decision without paying the price.

Sometimes, the price paid is invisible.

But there are also times when the payment of the price comes more汹涌 (xiōngyǒng – turbulent), more intense, and势不可挡 (shìbùkědǎng – unstoppable) than imagined.

"Fellow Daoist! Too much!"

The two chains exerted force, and four characteristics,封锁 (fēngsuǒ – blockade), 囚禁 (qiújìn – imprison), 绝灵 (juélíng – spiritual energy deprivation), and 麻痹 (mábì – paralysis),蔓延 (mànyán – spread) along the chains,妄图 (wàngtú – attempting) to penetrate Ye Chuxiao's surface defense and affect him.

"If it has been done once, can it be done again?" Ye Chuxiao sneered.

The blade in his hand, ignoring the阻拦 (zǔlán – obstruction), was raised for the third time.

This time, his blade no longer had differential treatment.

All the divine smiths笼罩 (l籠zhào – enveloped) in the domain were covered within his target and strike range.

Perhaps some of them were innocent.

But their innocence...what did it have to do with Ye Chuxiao?

At this time, Ye Chuxiao didn't make sense, and he didn't even want to talk about morality!

Just treat him as a great demon king, just treat him as bloodthirsty and cruel.

So what?

What can you do to me?

"Chop!" Ye Chuxiao burst out.

Rumble!

The entire world seemed to tremble under Ye Chuxiao's blade.

Dozens of different divine artifact characteristics were stacked together, launching a冲锋 (chōngfēng – charge) towards Ye Chuxiao from different directions.

The divine smiths, who were pressed under Ye Chuxiao's屠刀 (tú dāo – butcher's knife), finally woke up and understood that evasion could not solve the problem, they still had to face it.

Dozens of characteristics promoted each other, and they didn't believe that they couldn't kill Ye Chuxiao and解开 (jiěkāi – resolve) the dangerous situation.

Ye Chuxiao's domain fell like a meteorite.

Various characteristics加持 (jiāchí – blessed) on the domain also绽放 (zhànfàng – bloomed) and散发 (sànfā – emitted) infinite辉光 (huīguāng – radiance).

In a fierce碰撞 (pèngzhuàng – collision).

The armor on Ye Chuxiao's body was刮 (guā – scraped) off piece by piece, and the radiance褪去 (tuìqù – faded) little by little.

Corrosion, bloodthirst, curse, necrosis, strong attack, weakening... all kinds of vicious characteristics rose and fell on the outside of Ye Chuxiao's body.

They were all the main force to攻破 (gōngpò – break through) the Yuanyang Treasure Armor.

But as long as there was still one complete place on Ye Chuxiao's Yuanyang Treasure Armor, under the blessing of the powerful domain, the Yuanyang Treasure Armor five-piece set could be restored to its integrity in the next breath.

The effect was联动 (liándòng – linked).

Perhaps Ye Chuxiao needed to face more divine artifact characteristics, and needed to对抗 (duìkàng – resist) more domains.

However, as his opponents, the cooperation between those divine smiths could not be said to be non-existent, but the effect was negative.

In an array filled with chaos as the main color, they still wanted to aim their guns at Ye Chuxiao consistently?

How was that possible!

Ye Chuxiao said 'no talking' because there was no need to talk at all.

The scales of victory had long been傾倒 (qīngdǎo – tilted) in his direction.

The blade fell fiercely.

What was chopped down was one good head after another.

Including the千娇百媚 (qiānjiāobǎimèi – extremely charming) Hua Yiren, including the 老谋深算 (lǎomóushēnsuàn – wily and scheming) Ouhua Zi.

Nangong Juhong was still alive, but he was already covered in wounds.

Most of the magic treasures in his body that maintained the stable flow of life were broken and衰竭 (shuāijié – exhausted). The defects of this world were locking onto and locking him to death, and began to calculate the countdown for him.

Nangong Juhong looked at the corpses of Hua Yiren and Ouhua Zi, and suddenly gave birth to infinite恐惧 (kǒngjù – fear).

The气息 (qìxī – aura) of death was so逼近 (bījìn – approaching), as if it was勒紧 (l勒jǐn – tightening) his throat.

The strong 窒息感 (zhìxīgǎn – suffocation) made him癫狂 (diānkuáng – frantic).

"Ye Chuxiao!"

"Why can't you just乖乖 (guāiguāi – obediently) die?"

"You are an 外来 (wàilái – foreign) cultivator, without any support, only that little cultivation base can be praised, since you have a lot of money, you should be prepared to be敲诈勒索 (qiāozhàlèsuǒ – blackmailed)...why can't you accept your fate?"

Perhaps Nangong Juhong had regretted it at some point before.

But at this moment, his heart, because of fear and because of fear, turned into madness and 张扬 (zhāngyáng – arrogance) when he blurted out.

Ye Chuxiao opened his palm, and the ownerless Dao runes散落 (sànluò – scattered) around the corpses of Ouhua Zi and Hua Yiren were forcibly吸 (xī – absorbed) back into his palm and收 (shōu – stored) back.

Facing Nangong Juhong's question, Ye Chuxiao only had one word to answer.

"Chop!"

Another blade fell, without pity, no need for pity.

Good heads landed one after another, including Nangong Juhong.

At the time of his death, he was still tightly拽 (zhuāi – grabbing) the '酬金 (chóujīn – reward)' that Ye Chuxiao had given him.

Recovering the Dao runes, Ye Chuxiao became more and more indifferent and ruthless.

"Chop!"

The blade mouth fell, and no amount of阻拦 (zǔlán – obstruction) could hinder Ye Chuxiao's决心 (juéxīn – determination) at this time.

"The Immortal Treasure Realm is the weapon-forging treasure house of the Great寰 (Huán) Emperor Dynasty, this is something that all the heavens and worlds know, Ye Chuxiao... you have caused a big trouble." A divine smith shouted like this before his death.

But this could not阻挡 (zǔdǎng – stop) Ye Chuxiao's屠刀 (tú dāo – butcher's knife).

Now that things had come to this, whether what this person said was true or false, it didn't matter.

Even if it was true, would the so-called retaliation from the Great寰 (Huán) Emperor Dynasty choose to休止 (xiūzhǐ – cease) because of his收刀 (shōu dāo – sheathing the sword) at this moment?

If it wouldn't, why not挥刀 (huīdāo – wield the blade) happily?

Lift the knife and drop it!

Lift the knife and drop it!

Ye Chuxiao would not only not feel dry eyes, but his hands would also not ache.

When he stopped the knife, there were no divine smiths alive in the audience.

However, there were many divine smiths who had absorbed Dao runes that were received by him. After dismantling these Dao runes, Ye Chuxiao himself would have a rapid progress in the art of refining tools.

The ground was full of corpses, but it didn't seem particularly bloody.

Instead, a large number of high-quality magic treasures were曝露 (pùlù – exposed).

In addition, there were all kinds of divine artifacts that were悲鸣 (bēimíng – wailing).

Some of them accompanied the death of their hosts and fell in level, returning to the rank of 極品靈器 (jípǐn língqì – Top-grade Spirit Artifacts). This was an exclusive divine artifact, 通神 (tōng shén – connection to the divine) originated from the blessing of the host, rather than a complete蜕变 (tuìbiàn – transformation) of itself.

But there were also some that were still 神异 (shényì – miraculous) and had high value.

The people were all killed!

Then Ye Chuxiao would naturally not refuse to be a robber again.

All the magic treasures and divine artifacts on the ground were all收入囊中 (shōurùnángzhōng – pocketed) by Ye Chuxiao.

"A bloody battle, at least killing most of the divine smiths in this Immortal Treasure Realm, in a sense...would I be considered to have robbed half the world?" Looking at the high-quality magic treasures piled up like a mountain in the storage bracelet, Ye Chuxiao thought this way.