Chapter 1812

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　　Yun Quyin’s other arm was reduced to pulp under the relentless sword energy.
　　”Ah…”
　　With a scream, Yun Quyin tumbled to the ground, her body covered in a mix of mud and blood.
　　Ye Wushuang descended from above, sword in hand, step by step approaching Yun Quyin.
　　Yun Quyin wanted to flee, but with both arms severed, she could barely even stand, crawling pathetically on the ground in utter disarray.
　　”Where do you think you’re running to？”
　　Ye Wushuang grabbed Yun Quyin’s long hair with one hand, lifting her entire body up.
　　”Ye Wushuang…”
　　Yun Quyin’s face turned deathly pale as she said, “You will die without a burial place.”
　　The radiant glow of the Sacred Heaven Sword coiled around, pressing close to Yun Quyin’s snow-white neck.
　　”No matter what happens to me, right now, you have to die！” Ye Wushuang wasted no words, slowly severing Yun Quyin’s head with his long sword.
　　Yun Quyin’s screams, mingled with the sound of the spirit sword slicing through, and the splattering of blood as it gushed onto Ye Wushuang’s body… at this very moment, intertwined into a scene that was both horrifying and terrifying.
　　Many onlookers saw Yun Quyin’s head being severed, their legs turning weak from fear.
　　Ye Wushuang held Yun Quyin’s head aloft and casually flung it away.
　　The head soared through the air before exploding with a thunderous boom.
　　Just like that, two of the Yun family’s peak Star-Shattering Realm experts were dead.
　　Xuan Tianyi, Xuan Qingyi, Mu Ge, and others who witnessed this scene felt a chill run down their spines.
　　Who wouldn’t fear an opponent like Ye Wushuang？
　　After successively killing Yun Quyan and Yun Quyin, Ye Wushuang soared into the air.
　　”Xuan Qingyi, step back！”
　　Ye Wushuang’s voice rang out clearly.
　　A white robe stained with blood, red and white garments fluttering in the wind, the Sacred Heaven Sword in his hand dripped with blood at this moment.
　　”Ye Wushuang, this guy is at the peak of the Star-Plucking Realm.”
　　”I know！”
　　Ye Wushuang raised the Sacred Heaven Sword in his hand and said calmly, “But if you don’t let me kill to my heart’s content, this resentment in my heart will never be swallowed.”
　　Hearing this, Xuan Qingyi’s beautiful eyes trembled.
　　For a fleeting moment, the blood-stained young man standing there bore an uncanny resemblance to that person from back then.
　　In a blink of an eye, Xuan Qingyi even thought it was him—that he had returned.
　　”Then be careful. I’ll back you up！”
　　”No need.”
　　Ye Wushuang said directly, “Go help Xuan Tianyi instead. He needs your help more right now.”
　　”Also, remember this: Xing Hanwen’s swordsmanship is well-rounded but lacks sharpness. His offense and defense are both solid, but neither is the strongest. Look for openings during his attacks and defenses—there will definitely be chances for you to counter him！”
　　Hearing this, Xuan Qingyi’s body trembled slightly.
　　”I understand.”
　　With those words, Xuan Qingyi immediately retreated and left.
　　Holding a bloodied sword and clad in blood-stained robes, Ye Wushuang stood mid-air, his sword pointed straight at Nan Gongshang.
　　”You will be the first perfected Star Transformation expert I slay in this life！”
　　Hearing Ye Wushuang’s arrogant words, Nan Gongshang felt a surge of anger in his heart.
　　But the corpses of Yun Quyin and Yun Quyan hadn’t even cooled yet, and Nan Gongshang knew full well that this guy daring to face him head-on meant he wasn’t here to die.
　　With spiritual energy churning within him and an overwhelming aura erupting, Nan Gongshang looked at Ye Wushuang and said indifferently, “With such peerless talent, joining the Sacred Heaven Sect was a grave mistake. If you’re willing to pledge allegiance to the Spirit Sword Pavilion, I guarantee Xu Ziyin and Xu Mingxiu will lavish resources on you. You might even become the next Pavilion Master of the Spirit Sword Pavilion.”
　　”Trying to recruit me？”
　　Ye Wushuang said coldly, “Not even the people of the Spirit Sword Pavilion could sway me. Do you think you can？ Cut the nonsense. Show me your strength and let’s have a proper fight！”
　　Nan Gongshang gritted his teeth in secret.
　　This kid is too arrogant.
　　Yet this kid’s strength is no joke.
　　Without further ado, Nan Gongshang clenched his fist, a gleam flashing over his body as his robes transformed into a set of pale cyan armor.
　　”Imperial-grade　spirit　armor！”
　　Ye Wushuang looked at Nan Gongshang and couldn’t help but sneer, “With this setup, you’re being way too cowardly.”
　　”Hmph！”
　　Nangong Shang couldn’t be bothered to respond. With a clench of his fists, an entirely pitch-black spear suddenly appeared in his hands.
　　”The ancestral divine weapon of the Nangong family—the Tiannan Spirit Spear！”
　　Ye Wushuang gripped the Holy Heaven Sword tightly and said coldly, “Good！”
　　Whoosh…
　　As soon as the words fell, Ye Wushuang’s figure flashed with extreme speed, and he swung his sword directly.
　　”Spirit Thunder Sword Curse.”
　　As the sword struck, arcs of lightning seemed to surge around Ye Wushuang, merging with the unleashed sword energy as it shot straight toward Nangong Shang.
　　Nangong Shang tightened his grip on the spear and swept it horizontally.
　　Boom…
　　In an instant, the two figures clashed fiercely.
　　An ordinary mid-stage Star-Shattering Realm cultivator would never have been able to withstand the power of Nangong Shang’s spear.
　　But Ye Wushuang, who had successively slain Yun Quyin and Yun Quyan, was far from ordinary.
　　The two figures soared into the air, their killing intent erupting.
　　During this period, Ye Wushuang had repeatedly fused the Thunderfall Heavenly Sword Art with the Thunder Mansion’s power and mastered combining the Myriad Flames Sword Art with the Earthfire Four Symbols and Core Flame.
　　These two sword arts no longer relied solely on their inherent power—their fusion with the Thunder Mansion and Earthfire had doubled, even tripled, their destructive potential.
　　Coupled with his perfected sword intent, the amplification in power was multiplied severalfold.
　　Just in the art of swordsmanship alone, Ye Wushuang is capable of slaying peak-level Star-Plucking Realm experts and can contend with those at the perfected Star-Plucking Realm.
　　But relying solely on this to kill perfected Star-Plucking Realm experts still falls a bit short.
　　And so…
　　”Great Flame Body Tempering Art！”
　　With a mental shout, a rumbling sound erupted within Ye Wushuang’s body, as if a mountain were surging.
　　The Great Flame Body Tempering Art is not just a body-forging technique—it is also a spiritual art that amplifies the explosive power of one’s physical and spiritual energy.
　　When cultivated to its peak, it can enhance power bursts by sixfold.
　　Previously, Ye Wushuang had mastered up to the second tier, but now, he had already reached the third tier.
　　Every spiritual art executed by Ye Wushuang could now have its power amplified threefold.
　　At this moment, as the Great Flame Body Tempering Art erupted, three faint light patterns swirled around Ye Wushuang’s body.
　　”Ten Thousand Thunder Sword Seal Slash！”
　　With a single sword strike, thunder roared as if a heavenly tribulation had descended.
　　”Ten Thousand Flames Crush the Heavens！”
　　Another sword strike followed, as power surged within Ye Wushuang’s body, and earthflames erupted forth, merging seamlessly with his sword energy.
　　In the blink of an eye, two sword techniques—two distinct sword strikes—were unleashed one after another.
　　Witnessing this, Nangong Shang was utterly shocked.
　　Since when could swordsmen fight like this？
　　A terrifying aura enveloped the surroundings in this moment.
　　Without hesitation, Nan Gong Shang’s armor shimmered incessantly as he thrust his spear, unleashing hundreds of powerful spear beams straight toward the two alternating sword energies charging at him.
　　Bang　bang　bang…
　　Low, muffled thuds reverberated through the air.
　　The spear beams were shattered one by one under the bombardment of the sword energies.
　　The two sword energies, undiminished in power, surged toward Nan Gong Shang once more.
　　”Damn it.”
　　With a low growl, Nan Gong Shang summoned a massive bell, which instantly expanded to thirty feet tall, enveloping his figure within.
　　Clang… clang…
　　The two sword energies struck the bell, sending it tumbling toward the ground.
　　But Ye Wushuang didn’t stop. He dove after the bell.
　　”Hiding？ Can this turtle shell really protect you？”
　　Ye Wushuang sheathed the Sacred Heaven Sword and clenched his fist.
　　”Great Flame Annihilation Fist！”
　　A single punch was unleashed.
　　The bell’s surface shimmered with runes as a resonant ‘dong’ echoed, visibly distorting the thirty-foot-tall spirit bell…