902: Chapter 898: The Azure Light 902: Chapter 898: The Azure Light Li Hui said: “Ye Tian, thank you for everything you’ve done for us outer sect disciples of Tianmen.
Thanks to your help, Tianmen has finally turned over a new leaf.
We outer sect disciples finally have a space to survive!
From now on, we no longer need to fight among ourselves or engage in schemes and plots.
We can delve into martial arts, or stand up against oppression.
In short, we can finally pursue the things we truly want to do!”
Zhao Sixi also said: “After this bloody upheaval, Tianmen has finally been reborn.
Wu Weizi’s death may be the catalyst for Tianmen’s transformation.
From now on, whether we continue to consider ourselves disciples of Tianmen or not, we no longer have to live in constant fear!”
Duan Feng followed up: “Ye Tian, thank you for standing up for us outer sect disciples.
None of us expected things to turn out so smoothly today!
Everyone here will remember your name.
Ye Tian, thank you!”
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While the group of outer sect disciples from Tianmen expressed their gratitude to Ye Tian, the three brothers of the Ding family also rushed to the front of the crowd.
“Boss, this is fantastic!
You’ve finally defeated Sima Yun!
Do you know how worried we were while you were fighting Sima Yun?”
“But now—not anymore.
Sima Yun is dead, and his Puppetry Technique has been neutralized.
At last, our brothers in Night King Hall can reunite!
In my heart, I’ve always remembered what you said: ‘Not one shall be left behind!'”
“This is truly a perfect ending, Boss.
Under your leadership, I am confident our Night King Hall will grow even stronger!”
The Ding brothers were Ye Tian’s sworn brothers, and their worry for him was particularly strong.
Even during the victory celebrations, their deepest concern was about Ye Tian’s injuries.
Of course, apart from worrying about Ye Tian’s condition, the Ding brothers were also greatly relieved that many of their companions from Night King Hall, who had been controlled by Sima Yun, could finally return to normal.
Yet Ye Tian did not utter a single word in response to Li Hui, Zhao Sixi, Duan Feng, or the other outer sect disciples of Tianmen.
But when the Ding brothers spoke, Ye Tian couldn’t stay silent.
“You’re absolutely right!
Seeing the brothers recover, I’m naturally just as thrilled.
But this time, I will not hesitate—I’ll make sure to destroy that jade flute!
I should have done it earlier!”
Ye Tian resolutely declared.
If he hadn’t been merciful before and merely absorbed the flute’s power instead of destroying it, none of today’s troubles would have arisen.
The martial artists of Night King Hall ended up falling under the control of the Puppetry Technique, placing Ye Tian at a severe disadvantage when fighting Sima Yun—he had almost lost his life!
Therefore, whether it was for the sake of Night King Hall’s martial artists or the entire Martial Arts World, a sinister technique like Puppetry Technique had no place in this world!
Destroying the jade flute would benefit the entire Martial Arts World, and Ye Tian would no longer let his emotions stand in the way…
“Boss, destroying the flute is definitely imperative.
But before that, let’s let the martial artists of Night King Hall celebrate properly!
After all, everyone has survived great peril today; surely it’s worth celebrating!”
Ding Da suggested, and Ye Tian nodded immediately.
“You’re right!
We should certainly have a proper celebration.
And this isn’t just for the martial artists of Night King Hall—everyone who fought alongside us today deserves to celebrate together!”
Ye Tian excitedly declared, then joined the Ding brothers as they walked toward the martial artists of Night King Hall.
But to Ye Tian’s surprise, the inner sect disciples of Tianmen had not yet dispelled the Quagmire Formation they were maintaining—it was still active.
Ding Da was puzzled and inquired, “Sima Yun is dead.
The brothers of Night King Hall have all recovered.
Surely you can dispel the Quagmire Formation now.
Everyone here is our brother!”
Unexpectedly, Daichong retorted angrily: “Do you think I wouldn’t want to?
But even though Sima Yun is dead, his Puppetry Technique still hasn’t been nullified!
Look at the expressions on those martial artists’ faces—each one looks vicious and hostile.
How could they possibly be in their right minds?”
“What!?”
Ye Tian was startled and immediately looked toward the martial artists of Night King Hall.
Sure enough, the eyes of the martial artists were all filled with a menacing glint—a harsh, unnatural gleam that did not belong to them.
What was going on?
Ye Tian was deeply baffled.
Logically, the Puppetry Technique should dissolve the moment its caster died.
Yet his brothers remained unchanged.
Though his heart was filled with uncertainty, Ye Tian was powerless to resolve this…
“How could this be?”
“Our brothers—how can they still look like this?”
“I thought everyone had recovered!”
The Ding brothers were disheartened as well.
Just moments ago, they had been optimistic about celebrating together, but now, all thoughts of celebration were overshadowed.
Daichong, grim-faced, said: “Ladies and gentlemen, we inner sect disciples are not invincible.
Our strength has limits, and I fear we won’t be able to maintain the Quagmire Formation much longer!
If the formation fails, these puppeteered martial artists—without Sima Yun’s control—might do something unpredictable, something terrible!”
Daichong’s concern mirrored Ye Tian’s unease…
Sima Yun was dead, and Ye Tian’s greatest hope was for his brothers to recover as soon as possible…
“In that case, we must pool everyone’s strength and dissolve the cyclones within the brothers’ bodies!”
Ye Tian suggested.
After all, other than killing the caster, this was the only way to break the Puppetry Technique.
Previously, Ye Xuong and recently Ye Zhihuan had both relied on such methods to dispel the technique.
Ye Tian’s proposal was essentially following their example.
“But I didn’t detect any cyclones within these people!”
Although Ye Tian’s suggestion was feasible, Daichong couldn’t agree and expressed his thoughts to Ye Tian.
“I also cultivate Wind Flow Strength, so I can sense its presence clearly within a martial artist’s body.
However, in those controlled by Sima Yun’s Puppetry Technique, there’s no trace of Wind Flow Strength at all!”
Daichong explained truthfully, causing Ye Tian to feel a surge of alarm!
Ye Tian immediately activated his clairvoyant ability, focusing his gaze directly on Ye Xuong!
Inside Ye Xuong’s body, there wasn’t even the faintest sign of a cyclone.
Instead, his body emitted a blue light—the same light that shone from the jade flute!
“This is bad!”
Ye Tian sensed the severity of the situation and cried out.
Almost simultaneously, the seemingly deceased Sima Yun impossibly stood up.
“What’s going on!?”
“How can he possibly be standing?”
“What’s happening here?”
The martial artists present were in uproar.
Sima Yun’s situation was eerily unnatural, sending chills down their spines.
No one dared get close to him.
Daichong witnessed Sima Yun’s inexplicable resurrection and remarked blandly: “I figured something like this would happen.
It seems Sima Yun is still clinging to the mortal world.
Unless he’s completely annihilated, your brothers might remain trapped in this state forever!”
Ye Tian glanced at Daichong and the inner sect disciples of Tianmen, expressing his gratitude: “Daichong, and all of you, thank you for everything you’ve done for Night King Hall.
This time, I ask you to endure the formation just a little longer!”
“We can hold out a little while longer, but don’t get your hopes up too high!”
Daichong said with a wry smile, before devoting his energy into further sustaining the Quagmire Formation.
Ye Tian, meanwhile, leaped into action, landing directly in front of the revived Sima Yun!
At this point, Sima Yun’s entire body had lost all traces of life, yet he still stood tall and imposing.
Ye Tian could sense a massive, overwhelming power radiating from him—a power far stronger than Sima Yun had displayed before!
What was going on here?
Ye Tian couldn’t make sense of it.
The only possible explanation was that Sima Yun had, like Sima Feng, turned his body into a puppet, thereby enhancing his strength and achieving immortality.
However, when Ye Tian scanned Sima Yun’s body earlier, he hadn’t detected any traces of the Puppetry Technique.
Sima Yun seemed to have completely died, with no life energy remaining…
Could it be that Sima Yun had somehow managed to puppeteer his own body even after death?
With a cautious mindset, Ye Tian used his clairvoyant ability to peer inside Sima Yun’s body.
He saw the same blue glow that he had seen within the martial artists of Night King Hall.
Though Ye Tian clearly understood that this glow was responsible for turning people into puppets, why did it feel distinctly different from the previous Puppetry Technique?
A vague sense of impending doom crept into Ye Tian’s heart…
While Ye Tian was still bewildered, Sima Yun launched an attack against him!
“Swish!”
The speed was so shocking that even Ye Tian couldn’t react in time.
“Boom!”
Sima Yun’s fist slammed into Ye Tian’s stomach, sending him flying back.
“This guy…”
Ye Tian gritted his teeth bitterly.
If he hadn’t utilized his Thousand Catties Drop technique mid-air to steady himself, he would have crashed to the ground in a sorry state.
But even so, Sima Yun’s strike had inflicted grievous injuries on Ye Tian…
The newly revived Sima Yun had grown vastly more powerful.
By now, in terms of both speed and strength, he far surpassed Ye Tian.
Facing such an opponent, Ye Tian’s chances of victory were slim…
…
Yet, strangely, someone as self-important as Sima Yun, after landing the blow on Ye Tian, didn’t utter a single word.
Before his death, Sima Yun would have gloated or scoffed, but now he was eerily silent, as if transformed into an entirely different person.
Silent and reserved—this was Ye Tian’s new impression of Sima Yun…