Chapter 1769
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”Ye Wushuang！”
Qi Zhenzhong’s fingers trembled faintly as he stammered, “You… it’s you… how could it be…”
One or two hundred experts from the Qi, Zhao, and Yu families, ranging from the Reckless Realm to the Star-Snatcher Realm, had actually been lured to their deaths here by Ye Wushuang, a junior.
This was truly too ironic.
If it had been Lin Yunhan or Lin Yunjin from the Lin family who appeared here, Qi Zhenzhong might have been able to accept it somewhat.
But he never expected it to be Ye Wushuang！
How could it possibly be Ye Wushuang！
”Patriarch Qi, quite a surprise, isn’t it！”
Ye Wushuang’s voice carried a hint of coldness as he said, “Earlier, you were so high and mighty, thinking I, Ye Wushuang, was just a mere Reckless Realm martial artist.”
Qi Zhenzhong’s body trembled slightly, his face turning extremely grim.
How could this happen？
Why, how could it be Ye Wushuang?
”Next, I’ll send you all on your way.”
Ye Wushuang waved his hand, and the surrounding blood-patterned figures charged forward.
The brutal battle began once more.
But at this point, it was already a complete massacre.
Hundreds of blood-patterned figures pounced without regard for their own lives.
Even if Qi Zhenzhong was at the peak of the Star-Plucking Realm and fought desperately, the outcome wouldn’t change in the slightest.
After roughly the time it takes to burn an incense stick.
The last remaining members of the Qi family fell one after another.
Qi Zhenzhong lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his body covered in dozens of gruesome wounds, blood gushing out incessantly.
Several blood-patterned figures appeared, pinning Qi Zhenzhong down so he couldn’t move an inch.
Ye Wushuang appeared before Qi Zhenzhong, pointing his sword at him, and said coldly, “Just because you’re stronger doesn’t mean you’ll always have the upper hand.”
”Qi Zhenzhong, even in death, you never imagined you’d die by my hand, did you？”
Qi Zhenzhong looked at Ye Wushuang, who was right in front of him, and said bitterly, “The Spirit Sword Pavilion was utterly foolish. They should’ve killed you at all costs long ago. Now… it’s… nurturing a tiger to invite calamity.”
Ye Wushuang looked down at Qi Zhenzhong and sneered, “That’s right. You should’ve killed me sooner—otherwise, you wouldn’t be dying now！”
”Your Qi family’s over forty Star-Picking Realm experts, now more than half are dead or wounded, leaving only ten or twenty, not even worth worrying about. Once this trip to the Burial Saint Cave ends, I’ll be the first to crush the Qi family.”
Hearing this, Qi Zhenzhong’s face turned utterly desolate.
Without him, without Qi Zhentian and Qi Zhenshan, the Qi family would surely fracture internally, unable to maintain unity. If the Holy Heaven Sect struck then… it would be a catastrophe.
”The Spirit Sword Pavilion won’t just stand by and watch.”
Qi Zhenzhong snarled viciously, “Ye Wushuang, I refuse to accept falling to you! I hate this!”
Watching Qi Zhenzhong’s ferocious expression, Ye Wushuang remained unmoved.
”There’s one thing I’ve never understood.”
Qi Zhenzhong’s breath grew fainter, his voice barely audible： “Why… do Yin Shenghao and the others… care so much about you…”
Gazing at the fading light in Qi Zhenzhong’s pupils, Ye Wushuang murmured, “Because… I am Ling Shengtian.”
These final words went unheard by Qi Zhenzhong, as his life force completely vanished.
The Qi family！
As one of the Central Land’s ten top-tier powers, though ranked lowest among them, it far surpassed any first-rate or second-rate factions.
But now…
The patriarch of the Qi family, the second elder, the third elder, and other core figures all perished within this illusory secret realm.
And this also signifies that the Qi family… will no longer have the strength to rank among the ten top-tier forces in the future.
The thick fog gradually dissipated, revealing the clear scenes of the secret chamber and the corridor.
The ground was littered with corpses, a scene of utter chaos.
Ye Wushuang collected all the spatial storage treasures from the corpses and stored them away.
The cultivation resources from these one or two hundred people, as well as the gains along the way in the Burial Saint Cave, were no small income.
After finishing his tasks, Ye Wushuang stepped onto the altar.
The three-legged small cauldron emitted a faint bloody glow, absorbing all the essence, qi, blood, and spirit from its surroundings.
”Is this enough now？” Ye Wushuang asked.
The voice of Sage Zhou Yuan slowly responded, “It is sufficient.”
As Zhou Yuan’s voice faded, the three-legged small cauldron began to exhale and inhale bloody mist.
This bloody mist gathered together, dispersing into the intricate patterns on the altar’s surface.
Soon, the patterns were covered by the bloody mist, gradually gaining luster and forming an extremely complex character that spread across the entire altar.
”A self-sealing technique！”
Ye Wushuang exclaimed in astonishment, “To save your own life, you”re truly willing to go all out.”
Hearing this, Sage Zhou Yuan couldn’t help but say： “At that time, the situation was critical. The slightest hesitation would mean eternal doom. What I did was essentially cutting off more than half my life. Holding out till now is already my limit.”
Ye Wushuang pondered for a moment and said： “Since you came for the secrets within the Burial Saint Cave back then, did you travel with others？ Do you know a martial artist surnamed Tang？”
”Never heard of him…”
Ye Wushuang raised an eyebrow.
Since Tang Bingwen revived through the Blood Reversal method, he was clearly no ordinary figure.
It’s just that Zhou Yuan didn’t know—perhaps Tang Bingwen wasn’t from the Xuanyuan Domain but rather a martial artist from another region.
The fluctuations on the altar continued unabated.
Zhou Yuan no longer spoke but instead focused all his efforts on breaking through the seal he had left behind.
Ye Wushuang stepped back from the altar, observing all the changes taking place upon it while also examining the spatial rings and storage pouches looted from Qi Zhenzhong and his group.
A thorough search revealed quite a few spirit pills, spirit techniques, spirit tools, and the like inside.
It was evident that some were items Qi Zhenzhong and the others had brought with them, while many others were things they had acquired within this forbidden land.
All sorts of odds and ends piled together, momentarily dazzling Ye Wushuang’s eyes.
However, as far as Ye Wushuang was concerned, he wasn’t lacking in spirit tools for the time being.
In the Reckless Realm, the Taiyuan Spirit Sword is sufficient, and when he truly reaches the Star-Picking Transformation Realm, he still has the Emperor-grade spirit weapon he once used—the Holy Heaven Sword.
As for spirit techniques, Ye Wushuang certainly lacks nothing.
Now that he has reached the peak of the Reckless Realm, he needs to prepare to step into the Star-Picking Transformation Realm.
Although his current combat power rivals that of the early or mid-stage Star-Picking Transformation Realm, he is not truly at that level yet.
Only upon reaching the Star-Picking Transformation Realm would he truly leap over the dragon gate.
However, for Ye Wushuang himself, reaching the Star-Picking Transformation Realm poses a tremendous challenge！
The Reckless Realm involves the continuous accumulation of spiritual energy after its transformation into spiritual power.
From the First Tribulation to the Seventh Tribulation, the accumulation of spiritual power doubles step by step, and by the Seventh Tribulation, the amplification of spiritual power reaches its peak.
If an ordinary person’s spiritual power accumulation at the Seventh Tribulation is a hundred units, Ye Wushuang’s current accumulation is likely a thousand units.
This is also why he can fight above his level.
But… the trouble also stems from this！
