Chapter 346
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Chu Yan’s initial disdain for Ye Wushuang gradually dissipated as he witnessed the duel between Ye Wushuang and Qin Shuo. If one were to underestimate this young man and engage him in battle, a single misstep could prove fatal! It seemed absurd that a cultivator at the fifth level of the Condensation Meridian realm could pose a threat to someone at the ninth level, yet that was the reality before them.
Chu Yan could no longer allow Qin Shuo to continue fighting Ye Wushuang. His expression turned cold, and with a flick of his wrist, he unfolded his paper fan. A series of whooshing sounds pierced the air as several silver needles, enveloped in spiritual energy, transformed into blurs and streaked towards Ye Wushuang’s back.
Sensing the impending danger, Ye Wushuang spun around and swung his sword, blocking the attack.
Clang, clang, clang…
The long sword deflected the silver needles, but Qin Shuo seized this moment to launch a strike.
“Two-Principle Slash!”
The sword in Qin Shuo’s hand descended, unleashing two sword energies that struck in a staggered sequence.
“Cang Lei Palm.”
In a hasty move, Ye Wushuang only managed to condense six palm prints, which he layered together and thrust forward.
Boom…
The six palm prints collided with the first sword energy and exploded on contact.
However, the second sword energy swiftly followed, leaving Ye Wushuang with no time to dodge. The sword energy struck his chest.
A gasp escaped from Ye Wushuang’s lips as blood spurted out, and he was knocked back several dozen feet, landing on one knee.
Drip… drip…
A sword wound on his chest bled steadily, the blood dripping to the ground.
At this moment, Qin Shuo glanced at Chu Yan but said nothing. Although he had wanted to duel Ye Wushuang alone, the brief exchange had made him acutely aware of Ye Wushuang’s formidable strength. The outcome of a one-on-one battle was uncertain.
“No need to thank me,” Chu Yan said with a smile. “This kid is indeed peculiar.”
Qin Shuo nodded in agreement, refraining from making any boastful remarks.
Outside the valley, many freshmen who had witnessed the scene couldn’t help but roll their eyes. The so-called geniuses of the Qin and Chu clans were nothing special. The duel between Qin Shuo and Ye Wushuang had been exciting to watch, but Chu Yan’s sudden ambush had tipped the scales in Qin Shuo’s favor. What kind of genius needed to resort to such underhanded tactics to defeat someone four levels below them?
However, these freshmen were merely spectators, and none of them would dare to speak up in support of Ye Wushuang. After all, the Chu and Qin clans were forces to be reckoned with.
“Ye Wushuang!”
Inside the valley, Xiao Yuan, Wang Xueqi, and Qing Chengtian stepped forward.
“How are you?” Xiao Yuan helped Ye Wushuang to his feet, his gaze cold and stern as he looked at the nearly hundred disciples of the Chu and Qin clans outside the valley entrance.
“Geniuses from the Tengyun List, at the ninth level of the Condensation Meridian realm? How utterly shameless,” Xiao Yuan snorted.
Upon hearing this, Qin Shuo’s face turned red with embarrassment. But he brushed it aside; killing Ye Wushuang was more important than preserving his pride.
“Ye Wushuang, don’t be so stubborn!” Qin Shuo said. “With nearly a hundred cultivators at the Condensation Meridian realm, we can wear you down!”
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang lightly touched the sword wound on his chest, which had nearly severed several of his ribs.
“Wear me down?”
Ye Wushuang sneered, “Since you’re playing dirty, I’ll play along!”
Hearing this, both Qin Shuo and Chu Yan looked puzzled.
Play dirty?
What did Ye Wushuang have to play dirty with?
But at that moment, Ye Wushuang grasped his long sword and thrust it into the ground beneath his feet.
“Rise!”
With a shout, Ye Wushuang’s body surged with spiritual energy, forming intricate patterns that activated the runes etched into the valley’s stone walls.
“An array?”
Qin Shuo’s eyebrows shot up, a sense of unease gnawing at him. “Do not enter the valley.”
In fact, from the very beginning, none of the Chu and Qin clan disciples had dared to step into the valley. Knowing that Ye Wushuang was a spiritual array master, entering the valley would be akin to walking into a death trap.
“Not coming in?”
Ye Wushuang sneered, “Do I need you to come in?”
With that, Ye Wushuang crouched down, gathered spiritual patterns with both hands, and slammed them into the ground.
In an instant, the entire valley, and the surrounding area spanning thirty miles, radiated with a network of patterns, as if a vast web had been laid out…
