Chapter 873
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“The sword in your hand…”
Elder Shengxuan exclaimed in astonishment, “The reward offered by the Giant Sword Sect is the Nine Palaces Spiritual Sword, a royal-grade spiritual weapon!”
“Ye Wushuang actually gave you this sword. It seems you must be very important to him, then?”
At this point, a murderous intent began to emanate from Shengxuan’s eyes, and he snorted, “Ye Wushuang killed my son, Shaoqing. Even if I kill him now, it won’t be enough to quench my anger!”
“Little girl, you shall accompany him to hell!”
As Shengxuan’s voice rang out, two figures rose into the air from the two green-eyed golden eagles on either side.
These two individuals exuded an aura far more formidable than that of Liu Chuantian before them. Though they had not yet reached the Reversion Realm, it was clear they had entered the pinnacle of the Myriad Methods, having grasped the profound mystery of the convergence of all methods.
One of them, wielding a curved blade, lunged directly at Qing Shiyu. The other stood cautiously in mid-air, on guard for any potential interference.
At the peak of the Myriad Methods!
Qing Shiyu’s face turned pale at the sight of the figure charging towards her.
“Shiyu!”
Qing Shanya let out a low shout, 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.
But as Qing Shanya made his move, the Saint Dan Sect elder hovering in mid-air casually flicked his hand.
Boom…
Qing Shanya was sent flying backward like a broken kite, unable to withstand even a single blow.
“Father…”
Qing Shiyu’s face turned ashen.
“You should worry about yourself.”
A cold voice echoed.
The blade-wielding man’s blade was already slashing down.
Boom…
In that instant, the ground shook violently.
Qing Shanya, who had been knocked back, spat out large mouthfuls of blood but was quickly supported and sheltered by Qing Muyuan and Qing Tianwen.
“Shiyu…”
Qing Shanya’s face was filled with terror and shock.
Everyone’s heart trembled.
Each of the two Saint Dan Sect elders who had made their move was 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 force subsided, amidst the ruins, a figure stood with a sword in front of Qing Shiyu.
“Huh?”
“Interesting…”
On the high-altitude spaceship, Ling Han, and on the golden eagle’s head, Shengxuan, both paused in surprise.
“Ye… Ye Wushuang…”
Everyone’s expression trembled at the sight of that figure.
Ye Wushuang was not dead, not shattered into pieces!
Qing Shiyu, looking at the young man in front of her, was utterly astonished.
“Wushuang…”
At this moment, Ye Wushuang’s back was in tatters, his entire back covered in blood, with bones shattered and mingled within the flesh.
Moreover, a bloodied hole in his chest revealed his heart, thumping away.
Qing Shiyu’s face was filled with grief as she looked at Ye Wushuang, her eyes brimming with sorrow. “You… you…”
For a long while, Qing Shiyu could not 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 began to stream down Qing Shiyu’s face.
His once handsome face was now covered in blood, and even his left eye was stained red with blood.
“Wushuang.”
Qing Shiyu stepped forward, sobbing, “You…”
“Don’t cry.”
Holding the Tianyan Sword, Ye Wushuang 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…”
Lord Ling Han chuckled, “Elder Shengxuan, it seems you held back.”
Ye Wushuang was already a fish in a trap; even a deity could not save him today!
And who would come to his rescue?
In the Hundred Nations Martial Contest, Ye Wushuang had offended all six major powers, except for the Spirit Sword Mountain.
Would the Spirit Sword Mountain really risk offending the six major powers for Ye Wushuang?
Moreover, Ye Wushuang had no significant ties to the Spirit Sword Mountain.
“Ye Wushuang!”
Elder Shengxuan snorted coldly, “I have experienced the pain of losing a loved one. Since you haven’t died, let me make you experience it too!”
With his words, Shengxuan’s hand reached out into the air.
Ye Yunzhe, Ye Qingfeng, Yuan Pengwang, and others, their bodies uncontrollably seized, were all pulled towards Shengxuan.
Seeing this, Ye Wushuang gripped his sword tightly.
“Fight to the death, I, Ye Wushuang, have never feared anything!”
