Chapter 1109
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With these thoughts in mind, Ye Wushuang’s palm had already thrust forward.
At that moment, within Qian Sichen’s body, the attributes of metal and wood were intermingling and blending, with golden and yellow lights radiating in all directions.
“Die!” he roared.
His hands abruptly lifted as if he were dragging a mountain weighing a thousand jun, and he slammed them down toward Ye Wushuang.
The fifty tiny spiritual thunder seals also shot skyward at that instant.
They collided.
They erupted.
Boom! Boom! Boom…
Deafening roars echoed through the heavens and the earth.
Between the two combatants, towering dust clouds rose into the sky.
The few survivors who had come with Qian Sichen had turned pale with fear.
Was this Ye Wushuang truly only at the sixth level of the Myriad Methods Realm?
After a long while, the dust settled.
The ground was crisscrossed with deep fissures.
And at the center of those fissures stood a figure, panting heavily, with blood dripping from his arm.
It was Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang’s left arm was broken, his clothing torn, and his arm was twisted at an unnatural angle.
But in front of Ye Wushuang lay the lifeless body of Qian Sichen, charred and devoid of any sign of life.
“Brother Sichen!” cried the remaining disciples of Longqian Sect, their minds completely numbed by the sight.
“Flee!” they shouted, and without a moment’s hesitation, they scattered in all directions.
But at that very moment, a spiritual sword pierced the air, slashing toward the fleeing figures.
In a short while, the last of them fell to the ground, blood gushing from his chest, lifeless.
The spiritual sword returned to Ye Wushuang’s side, gleaming with a faint light.
“I’m fine,” Ye Wushuang said with a smile, tapping the corpse of Qian Sichen with his finger.
The body crumbled into black dust, collapsing into nothingness.
Ye Wushuang then took the spatial storage rings and bracelets from Qian Sichen’s body and pocketed them.
At that moment, a vibration came from within one of the spatial rings.
Ye Wushuang summoned a round piece of jade from it and tapped it with his finger. A voice emerged from within.
“Qian Sichen, where are you?”
“Qian Sichen, respond to me. You’ve captured the warrior from Qingzhou and found out about Ye Wushuang, haven’t you?”
“Qian Sichen, this matter is of great importance. It’s safest for us to act together.”
“Don’t act rashly. Remember, not only are we from the major states here, but there are also true monsters from the Central Continent within the Forbidden Realm.”
A series of female voices echoed through the jade.
“He’s dead,” Ye Wushuang said calmly, holding the jade.
The voices fell silent abruptly.
“Who are you?” the woman asked again.
“Who are you?” Ye Wushuang countered.
After a long pause, the woman replied, “Qian Yijun from Longqian Sect.”
“You are Ye Wushuang!” the voice in the jade exclaimed.
Holding the jade, Ye Wushuang spoke, “Qian Guxing, Qian Zhenyi, Qian Yong, Long Lingyan, and Long Lingxiu—all were killed by me. If you seek revenge, come to Guangling Cliff. I’ll be waiting there.”
Boom!!
Before Qian Yijun could respond, Ye Wushuang crushed the jade in his hand.
The enmity had been sealed.
Since it was already like this, it was better to have them all come at once rather than face them repeatedly.
Ye Wushuang never sought trouble, but he was also not afraid of it.
People like Xie Xinxin, Yuan Tianzong, and Xu Ziqian had status and positions no lower than those of Longqian Sect, yet they did not act arrogantly.
If the disciples of Longqian Sect had let the matter rest after Qian Guxing’s death, Ye Wushuang would not have harbored greater enmity toward them.
But since they kept coming at him again and again, Ye Wushuang would definitely not back down.
Ye Wushuang walked step by step to where Sheng Feizhan and Sheng Feixia were imprisoned.
“This time, it seems the Saint Dan Sect and Tianji Mansion have issued a kill-at-all-costs order against me, just like during the Hundred Nations Martial Contest,” he said, with the Tianyan Sword floating in front of him.
Sheng Feizhan and Sheng Feixia’s faces turned pale.
Ye Wushuang was truly a devil.
“Actually…” Ye Wushuang murmured, “Even if you didn’t want to kill me, I would never let you go.”
“The day the Forbidden Realm journey ends will be the day I strike at Tianji Mansion and the Saint Dan Sect!”
“The lives of tens of thousands of my Ye clan members will be avenged by Tianji Mansion and the Saint Dan Sect!”
With that, the Tianyan Sword slashed horizontally.
Two heads flew high into the air.
Two bodies collapsed to the ground.
Without looking back, Ye Wushuang turned and left.
His left arm broken, Ye Wushuang forcefully realigned it, applied a spiritual liquid, and then took out bandages to tightly wrap it.
A simple treatment would have to do for now; full recovery would definitely take a few days.
“The Immortal Fusu Tree…”
Ye Wushuang’s gaze was fixed on the peak of the tallest mountain in the distance.
At the summit of the mountain, at a height of a hundred zhang, no vegetation grew, and bare rocks protruded prominently.
The Immortal Fusu Tree stood alone at the peak, and within a hundred zhang of its height, no other spiritual plants could survive.
“I’m coming!” Ye Wushuang clenched his hand and began to climb the mountain step by step.
When he reached the halfway point of the mountain, suddenly,
Rumble…
The mountain body violently churned, and the ancient tree at the peak trembled violently, emitting terrifying waves that grew stronger with each passing moment.
Had someone beaten him to the peak?
Was it Qian Sichen’s partner?
Impossible.
If it were Qian Sichen’s partner, they wouldn’t have just stood by while Qian Sichen was killed by him.
So, who could it be?
