Chapter 1839

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　　BOOM！！！
　　A deafening explosion erupted.
　　At this moment, Tang Wanli staggered back, his expression grim.
　　”Ye Wushuang！”
　　Tang Wanli growled in a low voice： “I gave you an opportunity. If you don’t want to help me, just take what’s mine and leave. Why turn hostile after taking my things？”
　　Ye Wushuang held the Holy Heaven Sword, its blade humming with faint thunder.
　　”Senior, didn’t you say earlier that you couldn’t move？ Otherwise, your soul would scatter, and you’d become a pile of bones？”
　　As soon as Ye Wushuang spoke these words, Tang Wanli, standing frozen in place, was instantly stunned.
　　Gradually, the calm and gentle expression on Tang Wanli’s face vanished, replaced by an extreme coldness.
　　”Why couldn’t you just die quietly？ All that time I spent coaxing you was wasted！”
　　Ye Wushuang couldn’t help but laugh： “Senior, what are you doing？ How can you turn hostile so suddenly？”
　　”You　little　brat！”
　　Tang Wanli rasped hoarsely： “I’ve been sealed in this damned place for thousands of years, long needing a scapegoat to help me escape. But this Mystic Tower is too profound—for years, no one could even reach this place.”
　　”Rarely meeting someone like you, I knew your talent must be one in a million. I spent time negotiating benefits with you, never expecting you’d see through it！”
　　”Escape？”
　　Ye Wushuang looked at Tang Wanli and sneered： “Even if you escape, you’re just a lost ghost with no sense of self！”
　　”You little bastard, do you really think I was coaxing you because I couldn’t deal with you？”
　　Tang Wanli let out a cold snort, clenched his palm, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.
　　With a flash of sword light, a sharp sword aura instantly shot straight toward Ye Wushuang’s face.
　　”Hmph！”
　　With the Holy Heaven Sword in hand, Ye Wushuang showed no fear, unleashing the Fallen Thunder Heaven Sword Technique once again.
　　The sword’s momentum reached a perfect state, amplified by the explosive power of the thunder force from his inner Thunder Mansion. With one strike, thunder rumbled, and sword seals swept forth.
　　Boom…
　　Deafening explosions and tremors echoed endlessly.
　　The heavens and earth roared at this moment, erupting with an aura so terrifying it made people tremble in fear.
　　Both were swordsmen. Though Tang Wanli had once been a Saint, he was now only unleashing the aura of a Star-Shattering Perfection-level expert.
　　Moreover, it was above perfection but not yet at the Great Perfection stage.
　　Sensing this, Ye Wushuang felt even more fearless in his heart.
　　As the battle continued, Tang Wanli also grew astonished.
　　The reason he had been stalling was to gather more strength to kill this Star-Shattering Perfection late-stage brat before him.
　　But to his surprise, this kid… though at the late stage of Star-Shattering Perfection, possessed exceptionally strong combat power.
　　Soon, Tang Wanli regretted it！
　　”Ye Wushuang, if you kill me, there’s no way you’ll take anything from this bamboo hut with you！”
　　Ye Wushuang looked at Tang Wanli and said coldly and disdainfully, “Then if I don’t kill you, can I take it away？”
　　”I can help you, only I know how to take it away！”
　　”No need！” Ye Wushuang said resolutely, “Even if I can’t take it away, I’ll just leave it. After all, keeping my life is the most important thing.”
　　”You brat…”
　　Boom…
　　As he spoke, Ye Wushuang showed no mercy, instead becoming increasingly ruthless in his attacks.
　　Sword energy erupted in waves, and a terrifying aura surged endlessly.
　　Tang Wanli soon couldn’t hold on, his body covered in sword marks, blood streaming out.
　　”Falling Thunder Heavenly Sword Art！”
　　”Heavenly Falling Thunder Sword！”
　　With one sword strike, the thunder within the Thunder Mansion condensed into a single point, gathering into the blade before instantly erupting into a dazzling sword energy aimed straight at Tang Wanli’s head.
　　Bang…
　　A low, muffled explosion sounded as blood mist burst from Tang Wanli’s head, his flesh rapidly dissipating at this moment.
　　”If you kill me, you’ll never know how to take it away…”
　　Bam！！！
　　Before he could finish, his body slowly collapsed to the ground, leaving only the skeleton Ye Wushuang had initially seen.
　　”Tao Qingyang was sincere, but you were full of deceit.”
　　Ye Wushuang tightly gripped the Sacred Heaven Sword at this moment, while also summoning the Qian Yuan Cauldron, then cautiously eyed the two rooms ahead.
　　The central room likely holds some strangeness, so Ye Wushuang opted for the right one first.
　　With a thrust of his sword, the bamboo hut’s door exploded open.
　　Instantly, a musty scent of blood rushed out, forcing Ye Wushuang to hold his breath and remain vigilant.
　　Before long, the bloody smell gradually dissipated.
　　At a glance, the room wasn’t large, and within it stood the skeletal remains of a strange beast, motionless.
　　Upon closer inspection, the skeleton stood ten feet tall and thirty feet long, its bones resembling pristine white jade.
　　Looking even closer, it resembled an elephant.
　　Ye Wushuang slowly entered the room, examining the elephant’s skeleton.
　　Uncertain how many years it had been stored here, yet at first glance, the bones remained remarkably translucent, as if bathed in moonlight.
　　Moreover, it seemed to retain a trace of spiritual energy.
　　Ye Wushuang approached beneath the skeleton and spotted a wooden barrel, three feet tall and one and a half feet in diameter, sealed shut.
　　Rather than hastily tampering with the barrel, Ye Wushuang scrutinized the elephant skeleton from top to bottom.
　　”Bones white as jade… Judging by its appearance, it seems… to be the Sacred Beast—Bone Spirit Mammoth！”
　　Bone　Spirit　Mammoth！
　　It is an extremely powerful sacred beast. This mammoth resembles an elephant in shape, but its pair of tusks curve like the horns of a bighorn sheep, incredibly robust and mighty. Though its speed is lacking, its explosive power and charging force are exceptionally formidable！
　　Such a sacred beast is definitely not found in the Tianyuan Continent.
　　Yet now, it’s merely the skeleton of a Bone Spirit Mammoth.
　　Ye Wushuang raised an eyebrow, then turned his gaze to the wooden barrel.
　　Something seems a bit off.
　　Ye Wushuang once again examined the towering skeleton of the Bone Spirit Mammoth.
　　”Huh？”
　　Finally, on the mammoth’s coiled pair of long tusks, Ye Wushuang faintly glimpsed a shimmering glow.
　　”Blood Curse！”
　　Ye Wushuang pondered for a moment, then condensed a drop of essence blood at his fingertip. With his spiritual energy intertwining, he carved several talismanic seals that hovered before him, into which he dripped the essence blood.
　　Crack,　crack,　crack…
　　A low, eerie cracking sound arose, spreading a heart-palpitating aura.
　　Several talismanic seals slowly descended onto the mammoth’s two tusks.
　　Then, two vortex-shaped blood curses abruptly appeared on the mammoth’s tusks.
　　”Just as I thought！”
　　A gleam flashed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes as he murmured, “It’s been refined into a corpse puppet！”
　　The moment Ye Wushuang saw this blood curse, he immediately discerned its profound mystery.
　　”So it seems, the curse mark within the blood curse is meant to control this Skeletal Mammoth. Then inside that wooden barrel… must be the Skeletal Mammoth’s own blood soul！”
　　”This Tang Wanli, even on the verge of death, still clings to preserving this Skeletal Mammoth corpse puppet！”
　　Ye Wushuang approached the wooden barrel and directly pulled out the stopper.
　　In an instant, a gust of wind howled past his ears.
　　Immediately after, endless blood-red light erupted from the barrel, releasing waves of terrifying and dread-inducing murderous aura.
　　At the same time, an overwhelmingly powerful and awe-inspiring presence surged forth.
　　Beneath such formidable pressure, it was filled with majesty, bloodlust, solemnity, and gravity！