Chapter 1491
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Ye Wushuang leaped off the Azure Flame Spirit Sparrow and stood on the hillside. Gazing at the surrounding night sky, he said coldly, “Who are you?”
“Nowadays, everyone knows that there are powerful experts at the Star-Picking Transformation Realm in Spirit Sword Mountain, and Yin Shenghao is also in Qingzhou. Isn’t it a pipe dream for you to try to kill me at this time?”
The howling wind filled the air. Figures descended from all directions, encircling the hillside where Ye Wushuang stood. The Azure Flame Spirit Sparrow, with cold and murderous eyes, looked down at the figures surrounding them.
“The Azure Flame Spirit Sparrow, renowned in the Lingjian Pavilion and raised by Wen Lingqiu for many years, had a deep bond with her. It’s truly astonishing that you managed to take it away,” a figure emerged from the darkness. Shrouded in a purple robe, the person was tall, with their aura concealed, making it impossible to gauge their true strength. This individual bore a striking resemblance to the purple-robed woman who had appeared at Spirit Sword Mountain and rescued Xu Ziyun and the others.
“So, you’re with that woman!” Ye Wushuang said calmly. “Why are you helping the Lingjian Pavilion? I bet you’re not from the Tianyuan Continent, are you?”
“Oh?” The purple-robed man raised an eyebrow and then sneered, “Although Yin Shenghao has been in a deep slumber these years, it seems that Ling Shengtian taught him a great deal back then.”
Ye Wushuang remained composed.
“I’m not here to kill you today. I merely want to see…” Before the words faded, the purple-robed man’s figure flashed like a bolt of lightning, appearing directly in front of Ye Wushuang. His hand shot out, aiming for Ye Wushuang’s head.
“Hmph!” A cold snort suddenly pierced the dimly lit sky. An arm emerged from beside Ye Wushuang, reaching out to grab the purple-robed man.
Boom…
In an instant, a deafening explosion shattered the tranquility of the night.
“Yin Shenghao!” The purple-robed man retreated, his voice laced with coldness. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the Central Land?” he asked in surprise.
“I knew you lot couldn’t resist playing dirty tricks, so I’ve been on guard,” Yin Shenghao, clad in a cyan robe, stood beside Ye Wushuang, glaring at the purple-robed man. “Sneaky rats! You were the ones who instigated Xu Ziyin and Xu Ziyun to attack back then, weren’t you? If you have something in mind, why act so underhandedly? It’s despicable.”
The purple-robed man said sternly, “You survived back then and have now reached the Sage Entering Heaven Realm by luck. But that doesn’t mean you’re invincible. There are beings far more powerful in this world than you can imagine!”
“Yet you’re not one of them, are you?” Yin Shenghao retorted. Then, he swooped forward, skimming the ground.
Boom…
The collision of their auras unleashed terrifying shockwaves. Meanwhile, figures flickered through the surrounding woods. Not only had Yin Shenghao arrived, but other martial artists from Spirit Sword Mountain, including those at the Self-Denial Realm and Dongxu Realm, also appeared. Dozens of Spirit Sword Mountain disciples engaged in a fierce battle with the dozens of black-clad figures accompanying the purple-robed man.
“Keep an eye on Feifei!”
“Got it.”
With a hum, Ye Wushuang’s Tai’e Sword emitted a cold, eerie light. He charged into the fray. Half a year ago, by fusing the Eighth Primordial Spirit, Ye Wushuang had advanced from the Void Realm to the fifth stage of the Dongxu Realm. Although his cultivation realm hadn’t increased since waking up, he had spent every day honing his skills with the Tai’e Sword and re-mastering the Emperor-Rank Spiritual Technique, the Demon God Void Sword Art. His return to Liuyue City in the Wushuang Kingdom wasn’t just to visit his mother, third uncle, and old friends; it was also to regain his form after waking from his coma and prepare himself for any challenges.
Although he didn’t know why these people had chosen this moment to attack, Ye Wushuang wasn’t caught off guard. Despite Yin Shenghao seemingly being absent, he had actually been secretly watching over Ye Wushuang. Given the Lingjian Pavilion’s nature, they wouldn’t let Ye Wushuang live in peace, and an assassination attempt was highly likely—and now, it had come to pass.
“Kill!” A black-robed expert at the Dongxu Realm charged at Ye Wushuang with a long spear. The tip of the sword clashed with the tip of the spear. Sparks flew, followed by a deafening explosion. The black-robed figure staggered slightly, but Ye Wushuang closed the distance in an instant. With a wave of his hand, ten Great Spirit Thunder Seals condensed and slammed into the black-robed man’s chest.
Thud!!!
A dull explosion echoed, and the black-robed man collapsed, a whirlpool-shaped wound as large as a washbasin gaping on his back. Without hesitation, Ye Wushuang turned his sword on the other black-robed attackers. Most of these foes were at the Self-Denial Realm or Dongxu Realm, with one at the Star-Picking Transformation Realm, who was held off by Lin Yunhan from Spirit Sword Mountain.
The Azure Flame Spirit Sparrow stayed by Qing Shiyu and Ye Feifei’s side, shielding them with its massive wings. To its master, these two women were of utmost importance, and its duty was to protect them.
The battle raged across the mountains and fields. Yin Shenghao and the purple-robed man fought far away, their clash illuminating the night sky like daylight. The terrifying aura rippled out, striking fear into the hearts of those even thirty-five li away.
In just the time it took to drink a cup of tea, five Dongxu Realm martial artists had fallen to Ye Wushuang’s sword. Their combat styles clearly didn’t belong to any major power in the Central Land of the Tianyuan Continent. Having spent years in the Central Land as Ling Shengtian, Ye Wushuang was familiar with the techniques of various forces. Usually, one could discern a martial artist’s origin from how they channeled spiritual energy and executed spiritual techniques. But these opponents’ methods were a mystery.
In the heat of the battle, Ye Wushuang suddenly felt a cold, menacing presence locking onto him. After effortlessly dispatching another Dongxu Realm attacker, a shiver of dread coursed through him—the threat of death loomed. Without hesitation, he spun around and swung his sword towards his left rear.
