Chapter 125

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As these thoughts raced through her mind, Wei Yuan clenched her hands, gathering streams of spiritual energy within her palms. She herself had already reached the first stage of the Condensation Pulse realm. For a mere eighth-stage Physical Training cultivator like Ye Wushuang to dare charge at her was nothing short of courting death.

“Die!” Wei Yuan shouted, the spiritual energy in her palms converging into a palm-sized seal, which she unleashed. The seal, initially the size of a hand, instantly expanded to a height of ten feet, carrying a terrifying oppressive force as it bore down on Ye Wushuang.

“Tiger God’s Pounce!” Ye Wushuang’s skeletal muscles tensed, and his physical strength erupted. At the Physical Training stage, cultivating a Yellow-grade martial technique involved using spiritual energy to temper the body and unleash its power. In contrast, the Condensation Pulse realm involved cultivating a Mystical-grade spiritual technique to project spiritual energy outward, wielding formidable offensive capabilities. The disparity between using physical strength to withstand the might of spiritual energy was self-evident.

Yet, at this moment, Ye Wushuang remained undaunted, his fists clenched as he charged straight toward Wei Yuan.

*Boom*…

In an instant, their fists collided, and the sound of shattering bones echoed—crack, crack, crack. Wei Yuan’s face turned pale in an instant, and the bones in both her wrists shattered. Ye Wushuang, leveraging his momentum, took a step forward and stood right before Wei Yuan.

“First stage of the Condensation Pulse realm?”

“Is nothing more than this!”

At that moment, Ye Wushuang’s hand directly grasped Wei Yuan’s broken wrist, his voice calm and indifferent as he said, “Who gave you the audacity to break my mother’s wrist?”

With those words, Ye Wushuang’s hand tightened, and a tearing sound rang out—*rip*.

“Ahhhh…” Wei Yuan’s scream was blood-curdling. Her entire left arm was torn off by Ye Wushuang and thrown aside, leaving her left shoulder a bloody mess. Even her spiritual garment, a precious artifact, failed to protect her.

“Who gave you the audacity to try to kill my sister?” Ye Wushuang’s voice rang out again as he grasped Wei Yuan’s other arm.

“N-no, no, no… don’t…” At this moment, Wei Yuan was completely terrified.

Another tearing sound rang out—*rip*. Wei Yuan’s other arm was torn off by Ye Wushuang. Now, Wei Yuan’s face was pale, her arms bleeding profusely, her hair disheveled, and her face covered in tears and snot.

This scene left Liu Jing, Wu Xuan, and Li Qingying completely stunned.

This… was nothing short of demonic.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang unsheathed the Tianya Sword and looked at Wei Yuan coldly, saying, “Back in the Liu Yue City, the Ye family lived in peace. Yet your Wei family, along with the Qin family, repeatedly tried to seize the Ye family’s assets and killed so many of us.”

“Killing one Wei Hong was a signal to you all, a declaration that the Ye family’s retaliation has begun!”

“After I kill you, Wei Yuan, I will exterminate the entire Wei family, leaving no one alive!”

The deranged Wei Yuan looked at Ye Wushuang and saw nothing but a devil.

“N-no, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die… Ye Wushuang, you’re a ghost, you’re a ghost… ahhhh…”

Wei Yuan screamed and shouted frantically.

“Let her go!”

At that moment, a shout rang out from above. Two figures descended from the sky, wielding swords and knives, and charged straight at Ye Wushuang. The eighteen puppets that had been attacking Liu Jing and the others immediately turned back, with eight of them forming a protective barrier around Ye Wushuang.

*Boom, boom, boom*…

The sound of intense clashes echoed as the eight puppets were knocked back, and the two attackers were halted.

Ye Wushuang now placed his sword against Wei Yuan’s neck, looking at the two figures standing in the courtyard. Their auras… these two must be at the eighth or ninth stage of the Condensation Pulse realm.

The eight puppets once again stood guard in front of Ye Wushuang, like the most loyal of bodyguards.

The two figures, seeing Wei Yuan, who had been tormented by Ye Wushuang to the brink of death, both revealed looks of pity and fury.

“Uncle!” Wei Yuan, seeing the two, regained a bit of clarity in her eyes and immediately cried out, “Uncle, save me, save me…”