Chapter 125
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With these thoughts in mind, Wei Yuan clenched her hands, and strands of spiritual energy began to gather within her palms.
She herself was already at the first level of the Condensing Pulse stage. For a mere eighth-level Refining Body cultivator like Ye Wushuang to dare charge at her was nothing short of courting death.
“Die!”
With a shout, Wei Yuan unleashed the spiritual energy from her palms, forming a palm-sized energy print that instantly expanded to a height of one zhang, carrying a terrifying pressure as it bore down on Ye Wushuang.
“Tiger God’s Pounce!”
Ye Wushuang’s hands tensed, and his physical strength erupted.
In the Refining Body stage, cultivating a yellow-grade martial technique involves using spiritual energy to refine the body, unleashing the body’s strength with the aid of spiritual energy.
In contrast, the Condensing Pulse stage involves cultivating a mystical-grade spiritual technique, which allows for the external release of spiritual energy, providing extremely powerful offensive capabilities.
The difference between using physical strength to resist the might of spiritual energy was apparent.
Yet, at this moment, Ye Wushuang remained fearless, his fist clenched as he charged straight towards Wei Yuan.
Boom…
In an instant, their fists collided, and the sound of cracking bones echoed as Wei Yuan’s face turned pale and her wrists shattered.
Ye Wushuang then used his momentum to take a step forward, positioning himself right in front of Wei Yuan.
“First level of the Condensing Pulse stage?”
“Nothing special!”
At that moment, Ye Wushuang grabbed Wei Yuan’s broken wrist with one hand, his voice calm yet cold as he asked, “Who gave you the audacity to break my mother’s wrist?”
With a shout, Ye Wushuang exerted force, and a ripping sound rang out.
“Ahh…”
A blood-curdling scream pierced the air as Wei Yuan’s arm was brutally torn off by Ye Wushuang and thrown aside, leaving her left shoulder a bloody mess.
Not even her spiritual treasure robe could 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.
“No, no, no… please don’t…” At this moment, Wei Yuan was utterly terrified.
Another ripping sound echoed as Ye Wushuang tore off her other arm.
Wei Yuan’s face turned pale, her arms bleeding profusely, her hair disheveled, and tears and snot streaming down her face.
This scene left Liu Jing, Wu Xuan, and Li Qingying completely stunned.
This… was simply demonic.
Ye Wushuang then drew his Tianya Sword and looked at Wei Yuan coldly, “When the Ye family lived peacefully in Liuyue City, it was not a problem. But your Wei family, along with the Qin family, repeatedly annexed Ye family’s assets and killed how many of our people?”
“Killing one Wei Hong was a signal to you, telling you that the Ye family’s counterattack has begun!”
“After killing you, Wei Yuan, I will exterminate the Wei family, leaving no one alive!”
In her madness, Wei Yuan looked at Ye Wushuang and felt as if she was seeing a demon.
“No, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die… Ye Wushuang, you’re a ghost, you’re a ghost… Ah…”
Wei Yuan screamed and shouted frantically.
“Let her go!”
At that moment, a shout rang out from the sky.
Two figures descended from above, wielding knives and swords, and charged directly at Ye Wushuang.
At this moment, eight of the eighteen puppets that were attacking Liu Jing and the others turned back to protect Ye Wushuang.
Boom, boom, boom…
The sound of intense collisions rang out as the eight puppets were immediately pushed back, and the two attackers were halted.
Ye Wushuang now had his long sword against Wei Yuan’s neck, looking at the two figures standing in the courtyard.
The aura they exuded earlier… these two should be at the eighth and ninth levels of the Condensing Pulse stage.
The eight puppets once again stood guard in front of Ye Wushuang, like the most loyal of bodyguards.
At this moment, the two figures looked at Wei Yuan, who was being tormented by Ye Wushuang, their eyes filled with both pity and anger.
“Uncle!”
Upon seeing the two, a glimmer of clarity returned to Wei Yuan’s eyes, and she immediately cried out, “Uncle, save me, save me…”