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 exhausting my spiritual energy, you can kill me!”
“But…”
“Before I sever this Blood Maple Flame Tree, my spiritual energy will likely not run out!”
*Whoosh*…
With these words, Ye Wushuang lunged forward again.
Liu Yiyu had no choice but to brace himself.
His figure moved, and the Blood Maple Flame Tree followed his movements.
If Ye Wushuang couldn’t attack the Blood Maple Flame Tree, he could only target Liu Yiyu.
Soaring through the Void!
Opening the Tai Chi!
Shattering Yin and Yang!
Shattered Star Cloud!
Dominating the Sun and Moon!
Trampling the Mountains and Rivers!
Move after move of the Six-Element Unity Sword Technique was unleashed.
At this moment, the trunk of the Blood Maple Flame Tree was being severed piece by piece, falling to the ground and withering rapidly.
Liu Yiyu’s expression grew increasingly grim.
How could Ye Wushuang possess such an abundant amount of spiritual energy?
Ye Wushuang, merely at the third tier of the Yuanfu Realm, should have exhausted his spiritual energy after several battles.
Yet now, with each successive strike of his sword, it seemed as if his spiritual energy was inexhaustible.
*Crack, crack, crack*!!!
Suddenly, as Ye Wushuang’s sword struck, it was no longer branches falling from the Blood Maple Flame Tree, but rather cracks appearing on the surface of its trunk.
Seeing the cracks in the trunk, Liu Yiyu’s face turned even paler.
“Impossible!”
The Blood Maple Flame Tree couldn’t withstand the assault anymore.
How could this be?
“Kill!”
Ye Wushuang paid no heed to these thoughts and struck with his sword, unleashing a terrifying aura.
*Crack, crack, crack*!
The cracks in the trunk grew more and more severe.
“Trampling the Mountains and Rivers!”
Suddenly, gripping the sword with both hands, Ye Wushuang descended from the sky and struck at Liu Yiyu once more.
*Boom*!!!
An earth-shattering roar 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 had reached its limit, it could no longer provide protection for Liu Yiyu.
The tree, being sentient, did not wish to die either.
*Drip*…
Blood fell to the ground.
Liu Yiyu looked down, his eyes filled with horror.
Ye Wushuang advanced, sword in hand, step by step.
Liu Yiyu thrust his spear directly at Ye Wushuang.
With a sweep of his long sword, Ye Wushuang sent the wooden spear clanging out of Liu Yiyu’s hand.
*Clang*!
It fell to the ground ten feet away.
“Do you want to kill me and exterminate my Ye family?”
Looking at Liu Yiyu, who was now closer than ever, Ye Wushuang said indifferently, “Can you do it?”
Liu Yiyu’s figure staggered as he glared at the young boy, who was two or three years younger than himself, and said viciously, “You will regret this!”
“Will I?”
The sword struck down.
“Ah…”
A pig-like scream of agony rang out 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 will die miserably, but you… will die very miserably.”
The Tianya Sword swung again, and Liu Yiyu’s other arm was severed from his body.
Another scream of agony echoed as Liu Yiyu fell to the ground, covered in blood.
This once-great prodigy of the Heavenly Academy at Qingyun Academy now lay there like a destitute beggar, wailing incessantly.
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 Families.
“Ye Wushuang, I curse you to die a miserable death!” Liu Yiyu screamed in madness.
*Thud*!
Ye Wushuang’s sword pierced Liu Yiyu’s thigh, blood gushing out.
“Go on!”
Liu Yiyu continued to curse, while Ye Wushuang’s sword struck his body over and over again.
Blood splattered onto Ye Wushuang’s white robes, making him look like a terrifying star of death at this 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, “Is there anyone else who dares to challenge me?”
His question was met with utter silence.
