Chapter 1688
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The man wielding a spiritual spear charged forward, but his spear was violently shaken by a powerful punch, rendering it uncontrollable and causing it to slip from his grasp.
Then, with a howling roar, a beam of light from the punch shot straight towards the man’s chest.
There was a sickening *pudder* sound.
The man’s chest was torn apart, revealing a gaping hole where a massive fist had punched through.
Blood gushed out, and the man’s body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
Yet Ye Wushuang didn’t even glance at the fallen man; he immediately turned and attacked the others.
The battle erupted in chaos.
Among the twenty-odd warriors from the Qi and Yun families who had reached the “Self-Delusion” realm, only three or five were at the level of the Sixth or Seventh Tribulation. The majority were merely at the First to Fifth Tribulation levels.
Now, Ye Wushuang, who had reached the Second Tribulation of Self-Delusion and purified himself with the Self-Delusion Imprint Pill and the Hundred-Transmutation Spirit Pill, had undergone a transformation.
He no longer took ordinary warriors from the First to Fourth Tribulation levels seriously.
And even against those at the Fifth or Sixth Tribulation levels, he was far from powerless!
In the midst of the chaotic melee, Mu Xu and his sister Mu Qinghe also realized the sheer terror of Ye Wushuang.
Against a Third Tribulation opponent, he could finish the fight with a single punch.
Another Fourth Tribulation warrior met his end under Ye Wushuang’s punches, palms, and fingers.
They could clearly see Ye Wushuang’s cultivation level—Second Tribulation of Self-Delusion.
It must be said that every genius possesses the ability to defeat opponents above their own level. However, there are limits to how far above one can reach.
Like Ye Wushuang, who could effortlessly defeat enemies two minor levels above him, was truly a rare sight.
Mu Xu and Mu Qinghe, as direct descendants of the Mu family on the Tianxuan Continent, were themselves exceptionally talented.
Mu Xu, at the Fifth Tribulation of Self-Delusion, could slay ordinary Sixth Tribulation opponents, but could only fight to a draw against a Seventh Tribulation warrior.
Mu Qinghe, at the Fourth Tribulation of Self-Delusion, was in a similar situation.
After witnessing Ye Wushuang’s combat prowess, the siblings were genuinely astonished.
In just a short while, seven or eight warriors at the Self-Delusion level had already been killed or injured, and Yun Xiaoyu’s expression changed.
If this continued, and all the Self-Delusion warriors they had brought were killed, it would be extremely difficult to carry out any plans inside the Saint-Burying Cave.
*“What are you thinking about?”*
Suddenly, a deep, cold snort rang out.
Yu Yourong, wielding a curved blade, appeared beside Yun Xiaoyu and swung her blade down.
The blade’s light, like a crescent moon, cut through the air with a chilling coldness and struck Yun Xiaoyu’s left arm.
There was another *pudder* sound.
Blood sprayed into the air as Yun Xiaoyu stumbled backward, falling into the ruins.
He had been at a disadvantage from the start, being at the early stage against an opponent in the middle stage.
In the other two battlefields,
Qi Rongxuan and Qi Ronghe, upon seeing Yun Xiaoyu injured by Yu Yourong, were immediately shocked.
If Yun Xiaoyu was killed by Yu Yourong, the two of them would have to face three quasi-saints, including one in the middle stage.
Almost simultaneously,
After exchanging a glance, Qi Rongxuan and Qi Ronghe unleashed their auras, forced back Qing Ziyu and Tian Linzi, and then retreated without looking back.
Among the ruins,
Yun Xiaoyu, clutching his left shoulder, struggled to his feet.
When he saw Qi Ronghe and Qi Rongxuan fleeing together, Yun Xiaoyu was completely stunned.
*“In times of crisis, those two only think of saving themselves and won’t care about you at all!”*
Yu Yourong, still holding her curved blade, stood not far in front of Yun Xiaoyu and said indifferently.
At this moment,
Qing Ziyu and Tian Linzi, unable to catch up with Qi Rongxuan and Qi Ronghe, also turned back.
Qing Ziyu, holding a spiritual weapon, glared at Yun Xiaoyu with murderous intent.
Tian Linzi, on the other hand, rushed to the various battlefields of the Self-Delusion realm and began to slaughter the Self-Delusion warriors from the Yun and Qi families.
Yun Xiaoyu looked at Qing Ziyu and sneered, *“If I’m done for, I’ll accept it. But those two ran away. The news of my death will eventually leak out!”*
*“Damn it!”*
Qing Ziyu’s face turned ashen as he cursed, *“Let it leak! Does our Qingyang Hall fear your Yun family from Yuntianshan?”*
With that, Qing Ziyu took a step forward.
His nephew Qing Cheng, a direct descendant of Qingyang Hall at the Third Tribulation of Self-Delusion, had been killed in the previous clash between the two groups.
There was no way he could let this go!
Immediately,
Qing Ziyu and Yu Yourong joined forces once again to attack the injured Yun Xiaoyu.
After about half a quarter of an hour,
The ruins around them became even more devastated.
Qing Ziyu stood in front of Yun Xiaoyu’s corpse, spat on it, and then left, clutching his injured abdomen.
Out of the fifteen warriors from Qingyang Hall, twelve remained after the fierce battle.
The twelve warriors at the Self-Delusion level gathered together.
And Ye Wushuang’s group of eight was still eight strong.
Qing Ziyu now understood that even if they joined forces, they would not be a match for Ye Wushuang’s group.
After all, he had just witnessed Yu Yourong’s formidable combat strength.
Yun Xiaoyu had fought back with his dying strength, managing to injure Qing Ziyu, but Yu Yourong had emerged unscathed.
Now, if he were to openly confront Ye Wushuang and fight over that rare spiritual stone, he would undoubtedly be utterly defeated.
*“Thank you, Master Ye,”* Qing Ziyu said coldly, *“We shall meet again.”*
*“We shall meet again,”* Qing Ziyu led the twelve warriors and left immediately.
This time, out of the twenty-odd Self-Delusion warriors who had come with Yun Xiaoyu, Qi Rongxuan, and Qi Ronghe, twenty had perished, with only three or five managing to escape with injuries.
Yu Yourong came to Ye Wushuang’s side and calmly said, *“We should have killed him as well.”*
Qing Ziyu, once gone, would not be grateful; instead, he would likely spread false rumors.
Ye Wushuang smiled and said, *“It’s better to keep one’s word.”*
At this moment,
Ye Wushuang’s gaze fell on Mu Xu and Mu Qinghe, and he couldn’t help but smile, *“Your combat abilities are truly remarkable.”*
Mu Xu, at the Fifth Tribulation of Self-Delusion, and Mu Qinghe, at the Fourth Tribulation, had just fought against opponents at the Seventh and Sixth Tribulations without any disadvantage.
Mu Xu, however, said with a hint of embarrassment, *“Master Ye, please don’t praise us. Compared to you, we are nothing.”*
These words were not mere flattery.
They had witnessed with their own eyes Ye Wushuang slaying a warrior at the Fifth Tribulation of Self-Delusion.
Ye Wushuang just smiled and didn’t say anything more.
The three guards from the Mu family who had fought alongside Mu Xu and Mu Qinghe were also in good shape, with no significant injuries.
After shaking hands, Ye Wushuang walked over to the shining Moon Soul Heavenly Stone amidst the ruins…
*(Note: The last sentence seems to be a fragment or a placeholder, possibly indicating an ongoing story or a technical note about the reader’s experience.)*
