Chapter 480
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Seeing Du Ying approaching with a murderous intent, Wang Jian’s eyes trembled, and his gaze shifted to Ye Wushuang. Now, all hope rested on Ye Wushuang’s ability to kill Du Ying after reaching the first level of the Yuanfu realm. This guy had stayed behind so confidently; he must have the capability to defeat Du Ying, right?
“Kill them!” Du Ying snorted coldly, and the ten people behind him charged forward immediately.
“Ten cultivators at the Condensation Pulse realm—shouldn’t be a problem for the three of you, right?” Ye Wushuang spoke up.
“Of course not!” Qing Shiyu stepped forward with a smile. “Piece of cake!”
Ye Wushuang clenched his fists, feeling the spiritual energy condensed in his Yuanfu, and smiled faintly. “I also want to see how strong I’ve become now.”
Hearing this, Du Ying’s face turned even darker.
“I’ll grant your wish,” he said coldly. As he spoke, a curved blade appeared in his hands, its edge gleaming with a fierce and deadly aura.
Du Ying, naturally, sensed that Ye Wushuang had reached the first level of the Yuanfu realm. Just a mere first-level Yuanfu cultivator, trying to act tough in front of him, a fourth-level Yuanfu warrior—how utterly foolish!
Whoosh…
The blade swung out. Du Ying moved with incredible speed, and around his body, four Yuanfu vortices faintly converged, gathering powerful spiritual energy. Through the blade, this energy transformed into a blade aura and slashed out directly.
Ye Wushuang neither dodged nor avoided. He held the Tianya Sword and swung it horizontally with a single, forceful strike.
Clang…
The sound of the blade and sword colliding rang out sharply.
Du Ying felt as if he had struck a massive boulder, causing him to stagger back.
“Huh?”
Looking at Ye Wushuang again, Du Ying’s eyes widened in astonishment. This guy had actually blocked his blade strike?
How could that be possible!
The difference between the fourth level and the first level of the Yuanfu realm was not just a fourfold increase in the spiritual energy of the vortices. For a warrior at the fourth level of the Yuanfu realm, the first three Yuanfu vortices would all see a significant enhancement!
After withstanding Du Ying’s blade strike, Ye Wushuang had a rough estimate of the intensity of the spiritual energy contained in one of his Yuanfu vortices. The Tianya Sword’s blade gleamed, and its light seemed to sharpen even more.
“An Earth-grade spiritual weapon!”
Seeing this, Du Ying’s eyes widened in shock. The sword the young man had used just now was merely a Mystic-grade spiritual weapon, yet somehow, it had unleashed the power of an Earth-grade spiritual weapon.
Ye Wushuang gripped the Tianya Sword tightly, his sword intent merging with a small degree of artistic conception. In an instant, he charged forward…
In the blink of an eye, the two of them clashed several times with their blades and swords. The cave was filled with the continuous sound of clanging, and the heart-stirring bursts of spiritual energy spread throughout.
“Damn it!”
Du Ying’s expression changed, and he felt an immense pressure. How could a first-level Yuanfu cultivator unleash such power? It was simply inconceivable!
“Heavenly Derivation Questions the Mortals!”
Suddenly, Ye Wushuang swung his sword, and the spiritual energy roaring out from his body transformed into streams of sword qi, rushing towards Du Ying. This Mystic-grade sword technique was now almost perfectly evolved in Ye Wushuang’s hands.
As the streams of sword qi surged forward, they gathered into a terrifying ten-zhang giant sword, charging at Du Ying.
“Damn it!”
Du Ying cursed, and his body retreated.
“Do you really think I can’t deal with you?”
With a cold snort, Du Ying swallowed a spiritual pill, his face turning red, and his body swelling as if by an invisible wind. He clenched his palm, and the blade’s light converged.
At this moment, the spiritual energy from the four Yuanfu vortices amplified several times, and the oppressive feeling was almost equivalent to that of a fifth-level Yuanfu cultivator.
Seeing this, Ye Wushuang stood with his sword, and said with a sneer, “He must have taken some kind of pill to explode his blood energy and boost his power. A fourth-level Yuanfu cultivator fighting a first-level Yuanfu cultivator with this level of strength—how laughable!”
“You brat, die!”
With a red face, Du Ying swung his blade and charged forward…
