Chapter 1858

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　　”Sheng Tian Sect, Ye Wushuang！”
　　The blood-armored leader looked at Ye Wushuang, his voice cutting sharply through the rainy night.
　　”A mere genius rising from a small empire in Qingzhou, yet in just three short years, you’ve gone from the basics of martial arts to the peak of the Stellar Transformation Realm—a journey that would take ordinary people over a thousand years！”
　　The man said coldly, “What is your relationship with Ling Shengtian？ No matter how great the kindness Silver Shenghao, Su Chenyang, and Si Luoyi have shown you, it couldn’t possibly be worth you risking your life for them like this！”
　　Ye Wushuang’s gaze turned toward him, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes carrying a hint of killing intent.
　　”Wu Jun！”
　　The blood-armored man who appeared to be in his thirties had a hint of surprise in his eyes.
　　Although he had grown up in the Tianyuan Continent, it had been a long time since he last returned, and… even back in the Spirit Sword Pavilion, few had known him！
　　”Half-step into the Saint Realm？”
　　Ye Wushuang looked at the man and then said, “It seems you’ve been following Bu Baiyi all these years, reaping no small benefits！”
　　Wu Jun’s gaze turned icy： “So you really are the descendant of those traitors who defected from the Spirit Sword Pavilion back then！”
　　”Traitors？”
　　Ye Wushuang sneered, “Who’s the traitor here? Isn’t it obvious now? Wu Jun, how can you be as self-deceiving as Xu Ziyin? Or should I say…”
　　”So shameless！！！”
　　Wu Jun’s expression darkened, his fists clenching as killing intent erupted from within him.
　　”Form　the　array！”
　　At his command, over a dozen Star-Shattering Realm experts behind him instantly dispersed, encircling the two within a ten-mile radius.
　　Then, streaks of crimson light surged from the ground, connecting to form a square-shaped forbidden zone.
　　The torrential rain above was blocked as the dozen or so figures stood at the four corners of the space, their astonishing auras radiating outward to maintain the grand array.
　　”Blood Prison Quadrant Array！”
　　Ye Wushuang glanced over and sneered, “It takes at least ten peak Star Transformation experts, using the rare Blood Demon Flame Spirit Stone as a catalyst, to set up this formation！”
　　”Once the formation is complete, even a Saint Heaven Realm expert might not escape. Are you worried I’ll run away？”
　　Wu Jun remained cold-faced and silent.
　　Ye Wushuang summoned the Saint Heaven Sword and said indifferently, “I’m the one worried you’ll run！”
　　With those words, Ye Wushuang leaped into action.
　　The so-called Half-Step Saint realm is essentially a transitional phase between the Star Transformation and Saint Heaven Realms.
　　At this level, a martial artist’s spiritual sense and willpower begin evolving into soul sense—though it has the form of soul sense, it lacks its true essence！”
　　However, those who reach this stage are virtually guaranteed to achieve the Saint Heaven Realm as long as they train diligently.
　　Wu Jun was at this level, and he knew deeply that even if he hadn’t reached the Saint Heaven Realm, he was already on a completely different level compared to Star Transformation experts.
　　Even if Ye Wushuang was a peak Star Transformation expert with remarkable strength, he stood no chance against Wu Jun！
　　Clang…
　　Wu Jun flicked his wrist, and a pitch-black spear suddenly materialized.
　　The spear’s surface swirled with a deep, chilling aura, flickering between light and dark.
　　An Imperial-grade spirit weapon！
　　It just gives the impression that it is definitely among the top-tier of Emperor-grade spiritual artifacts.
　　”The Sacred Heaven Sword is one of the eight Emperor-grade spiritual artifacts of the Spirit Sword Pavilion. You are not worthy of wielding it！ Today, I shall retrieve this sword on behalf of Elder Xu Ziyin！”
　　As Wu Jun’s voice fell, his palm clenched.
　　Boom…
　　He, along with the black spear, instantly traversed a hundred zhang in distance, arriving right before Ye Wushuang’s face.
　　”Sky-Splitting　Spirit　Thrust！”
　　That spear strike seemed both a slash and a thrust, bizarre to the extreme, yet the destructive power it carried was undeniably terrifying.
　　Ye Wushuang’s expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and swung his sword.
　　”Thunderfall　Unity　Slash.”
　　With one sword strike, the aura of thunder coiled around it, instantly merging with the sword energy as it blasted forth.
　　Thud…
　　A dull explosion abruptly resounded.
　　The two figures clashed and separated in an instant.
　　”Hmm？”
　　As Wu Jun staggered back, his face was filled with shock.
　　He could clearly sense that Ye Wushuang’s physical body and bones were exceptionally robust, no weaker than a peak Star-Snatcher Realm cultivator.
　　At the same time…
　　This kid was actually a swordsman who had achieved full mastery of Sword Momentum.
　　Not even twenty years old.
　　Full mastery of Sword Momentum！
　　What kind of monstrous comprehension is this？ How prodigious must his swordsmanship talent be to reach this level？
　　Ye Wushuang also frowned at this moment.
　　He had employed the Great Flame Body Tempering Technique, now with fourfold force stacking, his physical strength had increased several times over, and his attack power had also multiplied. Coupled with his perfected sword momentum, even a normal Great Perfection Realm expert at the Star-Plucking level would be unable to withstand a single strike of the Heaven-Sundering Thunder Sword Art under such conditions.
　　Yet Wu Jun not only blocked it but emerged unscathed.
　　This is the difference between the Star-Plucking Realm and the Half-Step into Sainthood！
　　”Who the hell are you？”
　　Wu Jun demanded loudly, “What exactly is your relationship with Ling Shengtian？”
　　With his long sword pointed straight at Wu Jun, Ye Wushuang said coldly, “Before you die, I’ll tell you—so you can perish with clarity.”
　　”Tch, spouting nonsense like a madman！”
　　Wu Jun charged forward once more, his internal power instantly coalescing. As his spear trembled, a pitch-black giant serpent hundreds of feet long, formed from condensed spiritual energy, opened its bloody maw and lunged forth in an instant.
　　”Heaven-Sundering　Thunder　Sword！”
　　With a single slash, Ye Wushuang did not pause for even a moment.
　　”Flame　Annihilation　Skyrend！”
　　His masterful control over both the Heaven-Sundering Thunder Sword Art and the Flame Annihilation Swordplay allowed Ye Wushuang to seamlessly transition between the techniques of these two sword arts at will.
　　Two figures, within the sealed formation spanning a ten-mile radius, exchanged blows back and forth, their spiritual power erupting to the limit, unleashing devastating destructive force.
　　On the ground, the already ruined Qi family estate had now turned into a continuous stretch of dust and rubble.
　　The earth was crisscrossed with sword and spear marks, tangled like gnarled roots of an ancient tree, rising and falling unevenly.
　　Through repeated exchanges, the two were both probing and ready to seize any lapse in the opponent’s defense to deliver a thunderous strike.
　　Terrifying explosions echoed one after another.
　　Boom…
　　After a fierce collision, the two figures separated once more.
　　Wu Jun’s gaze fixed on Ye Wushuang, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
　　This kid.
　　Tough to deal with.
　　”Seems like your half-step into the Saint realm isn’t as impressive as it sounds.”
　　Ye Wushuang replied coldly, “You probably forced your spiritual awareness to transform into soul sense by consuming some rare natural treasure essence, didn’t you？”
　　Hearing this, Wu Jun’s expression turned icy.
　　Ye Wushuang wasn’t wrong, but that wouldn’t stop him from eventually becoming a powerhouse at the Saint Heaven Realm level.
　　”Enough to kill you！”
　　”Still boasting at this point？”
　　Ye Wushuang clenched his palm, gathering power within it.
　　In an instant, it seemed as if countless bolts of lightning were about to erupt from within his body.
　　The mere roar of the thunderous power within his body already exuded an overwhelmingly terrifying pressure.
　　Seeing this, Wu Jun dared not be careless. He bit his fingertip, letting blood drip and merge into the long spear in his hand.
　　In an instant, the spear transformed into a pitch-black dragon, coiling around Wu Jun’s body.
　　Wu Jun formed hand seals, and the speed of blood dripping from his fingertips grew faster. His body, along with the pitch-black dragon formed by the spear, was now tinged with a bloody sheen.
　　Clearly, sensing Ye Wushuang going all out, he too held nothing back.
　　If, as a half-step Sage, he were defeated by Ye Wushuang, a peak Heaven Ascendant, even in death… he would likely become a mere footnote in Ye Wushuang’s legend, remembered for eternity.