Chapter 873
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“The sword in your hand…”
Elder Shengxuan exclaimed in astonishment, “The reward item presented by the Giant Sword Sect is the Nine Palaces Ling Sword, a royal-grade spiritual weapon!”
“Ye Wushuang actually gifted this sword to you. It seems you must hold a very important place in that young man’s heart.”
At this point, a murderous intent began to emanate from Shengxuan’s eyes as he snorted, “Ye Wushuang killed my son, Shaoqing. Even if I kill him now, I would still not feel avenged!”
“Young girl, you shall accompany him to hell!”
As Shengxuan’s voice echoed, two figures rose into the air from the left and right green-eyed golden eagles.
The auras they exuded were even more formidable than those of Liu Chuantian before. Though they had not yet reached the Reunion Realm, it was evident that they had transcended the pinnacle of the Myriad Methods, grasping the profound mystery of the unity of all methods.
One of them, wielding a curved blade, lunged straight at Qing Shiyu. The other stood cautiously in mid-air, vigilant for any potential interference.
At the peak of the Myriad Methods!
Qing Shiyu’s face turned pale as she saw the figure charging at her.
“Shiyu!”
Qing Shanya bellowed, transforming into a fleeting shadow as he charged forward.
His eldest daughter was already dead. He could not let his younger daughter face danger as well.
However, as Qing Shanya made his move, the Saint Dan Sect elder standing in mid-air casually flicked his hand.
Boom…
Qing Shanya was sent flying backward like a broken kite. He couldn’t withstand even a single move.
“Father…”
Qing Shiyu’s face turned ashen.
“You should worry about yourself.”
A cold voice rang out.
The blade-wielding man’s blade was already slashing down.
Boom…
In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains trembled.
Qing Shanya, who had been knocked back, spat out large mouthfuls of blood but was supported and shielded by Qing Muyuan and Qing Tianwen.
“Shiyu…”
Qing Shanya’s face was filled with terror and palpitations.
Everyone’s heart shuddered.
These two Saint Dan Sect elders who had made their move were each stronger than Liu Chuantian!
The rumbling sounds quickly dissipated.
“Hm?”
The middle-aged man who had lunged at Qing Shiyu raised an eyebrow.
When the chaotic forces cleared, amidst the ruins, a figure stood with a sword in front of Qing Shiyu.
“Huh?”
“Interesting…”
Ling Han, standing on the spaceship high in the sky, and Shengxuan, perched on the golden eagle’s head, both paused in surprise.
“Ye… Ye Wushuang…”
Everyone’s expression trembled as they looked at that figure.
Ye Wushuang was not dead, not shattered into pieces!
Qing Shiyu, looking at the young man in front of her, was even more astonished.
“Wushuang…”
At this moment, Ye Wushuang’s back was torn, with clothes in shreds and bloodied wounds covering his entire back, bones shattered and mingled with flesh. Even a bloody hole in his chest revealed his heart pounding fiercely.
Qing Shiyu’s face was filled with sorrow as she looked at Ye Wushuang, her eyes brimming with tender concern, “You… you…”
For a long while, Qing Shiyu couldn’t utter a single word.
Ye Wushuang turned around and smiled faintly, “It’s okay, I’m not dead yet…”
However, as Ye Wushuang turned, tears streamed down Qing Shiyu’s eyes.
His once handsome face was now covered in bloodstains, and even his left eye was dyed blood-red with blood.
“Wushuang.”
Qing Shiyu stepped forward, sobbing, “You…”
“Don’t cry.”
Ye Wushuang, holding the Tianyan Sword, smiled and said, “Never cry in front of your enemies!”
Qing Shiyu carefully supported Ye Wushuang.
At this moment, both Ling Han and Shengxuan’s eyes were gleaming with interest.
Shengxuan knew well that even his casual strike was not something a true peak Myriad Methods cultivator could withstand.
Yet, Ye Wushuang had survived!
“Interesting…”
Ling Han chuckled, “Elder Shengxuan, it seems you held back.”
After all, Ye Wushuang was already a fish in a trap. No god could save him today!
And who would save him?
In the Hundred Nations Martial Contest, Ye Wushuang had offended all six major powers except for the Lingjian Mountain.
Would Lingjian Mountain really risk offending the six major powers for Ye Wushuang?
Moreover, Ye Wushuang had no significant connection with Lingjian Mountain.
“Ye Wushuang!”
Elder Shengxuan snorted coldly, “I have tasted the pain of losing a loved one. Since you haven’t died, let you experience it too!”
With these words, Shengxuan’s palm reached out into the air.
Ye Yunzhe, Ye Qingfeng, Yuan Pengwang, and others were all uncontrollably grabbed and pulled towards Shengxuan.
Seeing this, Ye Wushuang clenched his sword.
“Fight to the death, I, Ye Wushuang, have never been afraid!”
