Chapter 1711
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Mu Qinghe’s heart jolted in alarm.
The strike she had just endured had already drained her of all her energy. Before she could catch her breath, another attack came her way. She was utterly defenseless.
“Qinghe!”
Mu Xu, fighting in another part of the battlefield, saw Mu Qinghe in danger. His face pale, he shouted, but surrounded by four or five opponents, he was powerless to help.
Behind Mu Qinghe, a man at the Fifth Tribulation, wielding a spear, approached with a cold, sinister expression and a sneer curling his lips. He thrust his spear towards Mu Qinghe’s neck. With that spear thrust, Mu Qinghe was surely doomed.
Mu Qinghe’s retreating figure twisted at an incredible angle, facing the spear-wielding man. Her long sword was raised, but the defensive strike she managed was incredibly weak.
The spear-wielding man effortlessly deflected Mu Qinghe’s sword.
As the spear was about to pierce through Mu Qinghe’s neck, splattering blood three feet wide, suddenly…
A *whoosh* sounded.
A figure in white appeared in front of Mu Qinghe. The figure raised a hand, grasped the spear shaft, and then unleashed a powerful vibration.
The spear-wielding warrior’s hands ached, and he released the spear’s tail end.
The figure in white, holding the spear shaft, thrust it forward with a powerful force.
With a *plop*.
The spear tail pierced straight through the man’s chest, sending his body flying dozens of feet backward, crashing into several others and shattering their bones. Their screams filled the air.
Mu Qinghe, dazed, looked at the figure in white that had appeared before her.
“Are you alright?”
At that moment, a handsome face came into view.
“Qinghe?”
The young man in white asked, “Are you hurt?”
“Ah… no… I’m not…”
Mu Qinghe took a while to regain her composure. Looking at the figure in white, she said in astonishment, “Ye Wushuang, you’re okay. That’s great!”
“Yeah, sorry it took me some time to get here.”
Ye Wushuang, observing the ongoing battle, said, “Take care of yourself.”
“Okay.”
In the next moment, Ye Wushuang’s aura began to coalesce subtly. Looking at the dozens of Lingjian Pavilion warriors around him, his expression turned cold.
These wretched creatures had followed him here after all.
If that was the case, then he would kill them all!
*Clang*…
The Taiyuan Spirit Sword appeared in his hand.
Ye Wushuang’s spiritual energy surged continuously within him.
At that moment.
Mu Xu fought his way to Mu Qinghe’s side, panting heavily, “Sister, are you okay?”
Mu Qinghe, after a moment of daze, replied, “I’m fine, brother. Ye Wushuang is back.”
“I see that.”
Mu Xu, watching Ye Wushuang charge into the crowd, couldn’t help but say, “This guy seems to be at the Fifth Tribulation now.”
Fifth Tribulation?
This…
That’s incredibly fast!
When they first met Ye Wushuang, he was only at the Second Tribulation, and it seemed like he had just reached it.
In the blink of an eye, he had become a Fourth Tribulation, and now a Fifth Tribulation.
A path that others might take years, even decades or centuries to traverse, how many days had Ye Wushuang spent?
With such a rapid rate of improvement, it wouldn’t be long before Ye Wushuang reached the Star-Picking Realm!
With Ye Wushuang’s appearance.
Qu Ziyi and Yu Hongcheng also noticed, their expressions filled with delight.
“Quick, quick, kill him! Killing him will be a great merit!” Yu Hongcheng shouted incessantly while battling with Tian Linzi.
“That’s right, killing me will be a great achievement!”
Ye Wushuang, sword in hand, approached, looking at the surrounding Lingjian Pavilion warriors at the Self-Forgetting Realm, and sneered, “Come!”
*Whoosh whoosh whoosh*…
In an instant, four or five figures, wielding various spiritual weapons, charged towards Ye Wushuang.
“Starfire Slash!”
Ye Wushuang’s eyes remained calm as he swiftly drew the Taiyuan Spirit Sword, creating a series of dazzling sword beams. Each sword energy, like a spark in the night sky, was dense and as fast as lightning.
*Boom boom boom*…
The Lingjian Pavilion warriors at the Self-Forgetting Realm, who had charged at him, burst with spiritual energy upon contact with the sword energy.
But…
Compared to Ye Wushuang, who was at the Fifth Tribulation of the Self-Forgetting Realm, these people were insignificant.
The sword energy, like starfire, tore through three of them, while the others screamed and rolled on the ground in agony.
“Self-Forgetting Fifth Tribulation!”
Fang Zhengqing and Fang Zhengming, the two leaders, immediately changed expressions upon seeing Ye Wushuang’s battle.
According to the information they had received earlier, Ye Wushuang had just reached the Self-Forgetting Realm. How could he have reached the Fifth Tribulation in such a short time?
Most importantly, the aura that Ye Wushuang, at the Fifth Tribulation, was emitting was not much different from their own at the Seventh Tribulation.
“Come on!”
Seeing the Lingjian Pavilion warriors at the Self-Forgetting Realm retreating, Ye Wushuang sneered, “What? Are you scared?”
“Attack together and kill him!” A Seventh Tribulation warrior shouted and led the charge.
Immediately, more than ten warriors at the Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Tribulations of the Self-Forgetting Realm attacked Ye Wushuang.
This significantly reduced the pressure on Mu Xu, Mu Qinghe, and the others, allowing them to at least defend themselves.
Ye Wushuang, seeing more than ten people charging at him, remained unfazed, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.
Rapid improvement in strength inevitably led to some inadequacies in controlling one’s power.
And the best way to make up for such inadequacies was through battle!
“Starfire Prairie Slash.”
With a mental cry, he swung his sword, and the sword energy, like sparks on a vast plain, rose densely and connected into patches of fiery land.
The flames burst violently, and an intimidating aura continuously echoed.
The sword energy, like fire, was unstoppable in its killing frenzy.
Screams and wails soon filled the air.
On the ground, more than ten bodies lay, their entire bodies covered in wounds from sword slashes, their deaths gruesome.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang, his white clothes stained with blood, stood like a god of war.
The Lingjian Pavilion warriors at the Self-Forgetting Realm, standing more than ten feet away, surrounded Ye Wushuang, but none dared to attack him anymore.
The more than ten bodies told them that Ye Wushuang, at the Self-Forgetting Realm, was invincible!
What kind of monster was this, who had improved so rapidly in such a short time and possessed such terrifying strength!
At this moment, there was no time for everyone to ponder these questions. Ye Wushuang had already charged at them with his sword again.
The sound of explosions kept erupting. In the spacious passage beneath the abyss, illuminated by the night-luminous stones, the warriors at the Self-Forgetting Realm scattered in all directions, fleeing from Ye Wushuang’s pursuit…
