aChapter 625

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Is this truly the extent of Ye Wushuang’s power?

Shang Gufeng suddenly found himself pondering a question. Fortunately, Ye Wushuang was unable to awaken the bloodline power of the Ye clan. If Ye Wushuang possessed the power of the Devouring Bloodline, it would be nothing short of a catastrophe! In fact, Shang Gufeng believed that if Ye Wushuang truly had the power of the Devouring Bloodline, even at the fifth tier of the Yuanfu realm, he could slay a cultivator at the first tier of the Tiangang realm.

“Shang Gufeng, it’s your turn now!”

Suddenly, amidst the encirclement, Ye Wushuang’s voice rang out. His figure lunged forward, the edge of the Tian Ya Sword unstoppable. One by one, the Shang clan cultivators of the Yuanfu realm dared not stand in his way, for those who did met their end.

At that moment, Shang Gufeng was filled with a mixture of grief and fury. He knew he was no match for Ye Wushuang, but he also knew he could not run.

“Moon Spirit Power!”

“Heavenly Moon Slash!”

Shang Gufeng unleashed his bloodline power, and a terrifying force erupted from within him. The thunderous roars continued, and an intimidating aura was born from Shang Gufeng’s body. Yet Ye Wushuang neither dodged nor avoided; he charged forward directly.

The Sword Intent, now in its initial stage of perfection, merged with the Tian Ya Sword and Ye Wushuang into one. A terrifying power burst forth.

“Trampling the Rivers and Mountains!”

With a single sword strike, it was as if the sun, moon, and mountains were condensed into one, capable of trampling the heavens and the earth, carrying with it the surging spiritual energy within Ye Wushuang’s body, rolling outwards.

The sword fell.

It struck directly in front of Shang Gufeng.

Boom…

Under the intense collision, the surging waves of spiritual energy exploded, shaking all the cultivators of the Yuanfu realm around them.

Ye Wushuang’s figure came to a halt.

Three zhang away, Shang Gufeng also stood his ground.

But gradually.

A line of blood began to slowly split open from Shang Gufeng’s forehead, down to the tip of his nose, his mouth, and his neck.

Pant!!!

Blood sprayed out, and his body burst apart, splitting in two.

Shang Gufeng, the Shang clan’s genius at the ninth tier of the Yuanfu realm, was dead!

Now, the seventy or eighty surviving Shang clan cultivators of the Yuanfu realm, who were still standing, turned pale.

This had to be a joke, right?

What kind of terrifying power was this?

It was simply beyond their ability to contend with!

Suppressing him with sheer numbers was impossible!

These people had already lost the will to fight and began to flee in disarray.

But where could they run to?

The entire Qingyun Academy was sealed off, and there was no way out.

Ye Wushuang, seeing this, did not pursue them.

He walked step by step, holding his sword, towards the pavilion where Qin Wenjun and Chu Yaqin were.

Seeing Ye Wushuang approaching, Qin Wenjun and Chu Yaqin felt their hearts quicken, and they couldn’t help but prepare themselves.

What did this guy want?

After all, they were accompanied by four first-tier Tiangang realm guards.

Ye Wushuang raised his sword, pointing the tip at the pavilion above, and said indifferently, “Xiao Ruonan, it’s your turn now!”

At that moment, Xiao Ruonan’s heart sank to the bottom.

Ye Wushuang had no intention of sparing him!

Damn it!

What were those thirty to forty Tiangang realm strong cultivators of the Shang clan doing? Were they sleeping on the job?

Why couldn’t they spare a few people to kill Ye Wushuang when facing Qing Xian and his dozen or so Tiangang realm cultivators?

If only a first-tier Tiangang cultivator would step in, Ye Wushuang would not be able to act so arrogantly!

“Qin Wenjun!”

“Chu Yaqin!”

Xiao Ruonan immediately said, “The three of us were supposed to participate in the Hundred Nations Martial Contest together. If I die, we will definitely be at a disadvantage in the contest.”

The Hundred Nations Martial Contest was generally a competition where the geniuses from various empires formed small groups to strive for survival.

If Xiao Ruonan died, the five great clans would indeed lose one of their geniuses.

Qin Wenjun stepped forward, looking at Ye Wushuang, and said indifferently, “Ye Wushuang, the two of us have not interfered. Today was indeed just the Shang clan’s own plan…”

“So, I won’t kill you if Xiao Ruonan comes down,” Ye Wushuang said directly. “But if you shelter Xiao Ruonan, I… might have to kill you as well!”

Upon hearing this, the expressions of Qin Wenjun and Chu Yaqin turned ugly.