Chapter 662

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“Until the very end, who lives and who dies is still uncertain!”

With these words, Ye Wushuang grasped the sword with both hands, gazing at the descending giant blade without a moment’s hesitation, and swung the sword directly upward.

This single strike.

It seemed to sever time itself, to shatter space, and it appeared as though everything in this world was being rent asunder.

Everyone present witnessed a sword appearing in the sky—a sword of normal size, yet when wielded by Ye Wushuang, it seemed as if a giant had emerged, holding up the heavens with one hand and treading upon the earth with the other, crushing everything in its path.

The Ninefold Tai Xu Sword was unleashed.

A terrifying sense of tearing reached Shang Muchen in an instant.

Boom…

In the next moment, the blood-red giant blade shattered into pieces.

Even Shang Muchen’s body, beneath the blood-red blade, came to a halt.

After the sword strike passed, everything seemed to return to normal.

However, the oppressive aura that had crushed the hearts of onlookers, making them feel as if the world was collapsing, lingered on.

Many people looked up in astonishment.

Shang Muchen, motionless?

Many members of the Shang clan wore expressions of shock.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang, holding the sword, stood in mid-air, panting heavily. His face was terrifyingly pale, as if all his vitality had been drained from him, like a corpse on the brink of death, only still breathing.

That single sword strike had nearly drained Ye Wushuang’s very life force!

And then, at this moment, Shang Muchen, who had been standing still a hundred zhang away from Ye Wushuang, suddenly exploded.

Bang!!!

A sky full of blood mist disappeared amidst the pouring rain.

A Myriad Laws Realm powerhouse, dead in an instant.

Slain by Ye Wushuang’s sword.

Although that sword strike had nearly cost Ye Wushuang his life, he was still alive, while Shang Muchen lay dead by the sword.

“Clan leader!”

“Clan leader!”

Shang Qingquan, Shang Shanchuan, Shang Yuzhi, and other Shang clan warriors at the Heavenly Gang Realm were all agape, their hearts filled with horror and fear.

The clan leader was dead!

Killed by Ye Wushuang!

“Kill!”

Xu Yuntian, Tian Chengwen, He Bo, and others were now furious, leading the warriors of the Dark Soul Hall to charge into the Shang residence.

With Shang Muchen dead despite reaching the Myriad Laws Realm, the morale of the Shang clan was utterly shattered!

The tide of battle began to turn decisively.

“Damn it!”

Shang Qingquan, furious to the extreme, growled, “Even if the Shang clan perishes today, Ye Wushuang must die! Kill Ye Wushuang at all costs!”

“Kill!”

Shang Qingquan took the lead, his figure soaring into the air, heading straight for Ye Wushuang.

At this moment, Xu Yuntian and the others naturally rushed to block him.

But now, the remaining Heavenly Gang Realm warriors of the Shang clan, having lost all hope, began to charge at Xu Yuntian and the others in a desperate, suicidal manner, trying to buy time for Shang Qingquan and the others to reach Ye Wushuang.

Suddenly…

Shang Qingquan, at the eighth level of the Heavenly Gang Realm, broke through the obstacles, his figure leaping into the air. In just a few bounds, with the Heavenly Gang energy coalescing around him, he struck directly at Ye Wushuang, who was standing in mid-air.

“Ye Wushuang, your life is mine!”

Shang Qingquan had completely lost his sanity.

Seeing Shang Qingquan charging at him, Ye Wushuang could only offer a bitter smile.

This time, he truly had no strength left!

After expending a century of his lifespan to leap from the fifth level of the Spirit Mansion Realm to the peak of the ninth level of the Heavenly Gang Realm, and after a fierce battle with Shang Muchen, he had finally managed to pull out the Ninefold Tai Xu Sword, using every ounce of his remaining energy and spirit to deliver that fatal strike, killing Shang Muchen.

Now, he truly couldn’t move.

The slightest movement felt as if his body would split apart.

Seeing Shang Qingquan charging at him, Ye Wushuang could only smile bitterly, utterly helpless.

As Shang Qingquan’s hand, shaped like a claw, was about to crush Ye Wushuang’s crown, a figure appeared behind him like a wraith.