Chapter 565
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As Ye Wushuang’s words fell, his long sword swung out once more.
“You think you won’t die!”
“You believe that by depleting the spiritual energy within me, you can kill me?”
“Unfortunately…”
“Before I sever this Blood Maple Flame Tree, I doubt my spiritual energy will run out!”
Whoosh…
With these words, Ye Wushuang lunged forward again.
Liu Yiyu had no choice but to brace himself.
As he moved, the Blood Maple Flame Tree shifted along with him.
Unable to attack the tree directly, Ye Wushuang could only target Liu Yiyu.
Soaring into the Void!
Opening the Tai Chi!
Shattering Yin and Yang!
Shattered Star Cloud!
Stabilizing the Sun and Moon!
Trampling the Rivers and Mountains!
Move after move of the Six Elements Convergence Sword Technique was unleashed.
The Blood Maple Flame Tree, in turn, saw its trunk being severed piece by piece, falling to the ground and withering away rapidly.
Liu Yiyu’s expression grew increasingly grim.
How could Ye Wushuang possess such an abundant supply of spiritual energy?
Being merely at the third tier of the Yuanfu Realm, Ye Wushuang should have exhausted his energy after several battles.
Yet here he was, launching sword strike after sword strike, as if his spiritual energy was inexhaustible.
Crack… crack… crack!!!
Suddenly, as Ye Wushuang’s sword swung out, the Blood Maple Flame Tree no longer shed branches; instead, cracks appeared on the surface of its trunk.
Seeing the cracks on the trunk, Liu Yiyu’s face turned even paler.
“Impossible!”
The Blood Maple Flame Tree couldn’t withstand the assault any longer.
How could this be?
“Kill!”
Ye Wushuang paid no heed to Liu Yiyu’s astonishment and swung his sword with a burst of power, releasing a terrifying aura.
Crack… crack… crack!
The cracks on the trunk grew more and more severe.
“Trample the Rivers and Mountains!”
Suddenly, gripping the sword with both hands, Ye Wushuang descended from the sky and struck at Liu Yiyu once more.
Boom!!!
A deafening explosion echoed through the air.
Liu Yiyu’s expression tensed.
This time, the Blood Maple Flame Tree did not crack.
However… a terrifying sword wound appeared on Liu Yiyu’s chest.
The Blood Maple Flame Tree had reached its limit in absorbing damage.
Once the tree’s capacity to endure trauma was exhausted, it could no longer provide protection for Liu Yiyu.
The tree, sentient in its own way, did not wish to die.
Drip…
Blood fell to the ground.
Liu Yiyu looked down, his eyes filled with horror.
Ye Wushuang, sword in hand, approached step by step.
Liu Yiyu thrust his spear forward.
With a sweep of his sword, Ye Wushuang sent the wooden spear clanging out of Liu Yiyu’s grasp.
It fell to the ground more than thirty feet away with a loud clang.
“Do you want to kill me and exterminate my Ye Clan?”
Looking at Liu Yiyu, who was now within arm’s reach, Ye Wushuang said indifferently, “Can you do it?”
Liu Yiyu staggered, staring at the young man who was two or three years his junior, and growled viciously, “You will regret this!”
“Will I?”
The sword swung down.
“Ah…”
A pig-like scream of agony pierced the air as Liu Yiyu’s arm was severed and fell to the ground, blood spurting out.
“Can you make me regret it?”
Ye Wushuang said coldly.
“The Liu Clan will never let you go,” Liu Yiyu raved. “You will die a very, very miserable death.”
“I don’t know if I’ll die miserably, but you… will die miserably.”
The Tianya Sword swung out again, and Liu Yiyu’s other arm was severed from his body.
Another scream of agony rang out as Liu Yiyu fell to the ground, covered in blood.
This once-proud prodigy of the Qingyun Academy’s Heavenly Academy now lay there like a destitute beggar, wailing in pain.
Outside the battlefield, there was a deathly silence.
Ye Wushuang was not only tormenting Liu Yiyu but also humiliating every disciple of the Five Great Clans.
“Ye Wushuang, I curse you to die a terrible death!” Liu Yiyu screamed in madness.
With a thrust, Ye Wushuang’s sword pierced Liu Yiyu’s thigh, and blood gushed out.
“Keep going!”
Liu Yiyu continued to curse, while Ye Wushuang’s sword repeatedly stabbed into Liu Yiyu’s body.
Blood splattered onto Ye Wushuang’s white robe, making him look like a terrifying star of death at that moment.
Gradually, Liu Yiyu’s voice grew weaker and weaker on the ground.
His entire body was riddled with countless wounds.
Finally, the sword came to rest against Liu Yiyu’s chin.
Ye Wushuang looked around the battlefield, standing tall and indifferent, and declared, “If anyone still dares to challenge me, come forward!”
His words hung in the air, met with an absolute silence.
