Dream Se asked, "Oh?"
Ye Se sneered. "Previously, his aura was already natural and unstoppable! At a time like this, even a third-grade Supreme Martial Artist like me would have to pay a price to take him down! As for these Martial Saints, if they had gone up, they would have been killed by him one by one! No one would have been spared. {Book friend upload update} "
"Therefore, at a time like this, we'll just send some people for him to kill! Let him kill to his heart's content! After he's done, if we don't go in, he won't come out either. Naturally, he'll rest. Once he rests, his drive will be gone. "
Ye Se went on dispassionately, "At that time, we'll only need a few Martial Saints to take him down!"
Dream Se was rather flabbergasted. "That's what you're thinking? You're really not cherishing heroes for heroes … "
"What heroes!" Ye Se said crudely, "Heroes all die too quickly!"
Dream Se was so angry that he couldn't speak. "You're just letting these people die under his blade like this just to wear down his drive … You also know that if you were to take action, even if you had to pay a price, it would be a small price to pay. But in order not to pay this small price, you're even willing to let a hundred people die in the hands of others?"
Ye Se said indifferently, "Duke, let me give you a piece of advice here. Your talent and aptitude are all top-notch, but in your clan, you're only a Third Duke and not a Grand Duke. This is because of the order of arrival. Your young age is also one of the reasons. But secondly, and most importantly, you don't have the bearing of a superior! "
Dream Se was so angry that he laughed instead. "What bearing of a superior?"
"The bearing of a superior is to be vicious and merciless. What should be used, should be used, and what should be abandoned, should be abandoned!" Ye Se lectured, "At a critical moment, abandon a hundred people. A thousand people, and protect one person. This person must have the value of being protected! For example, in a situation like this, like me. "
"I'm a third-grade Supreme Martial Artist. At first glance, it's just a small injury. To me, it doesn't matter. But if the enemy is strong … At a critical moment, I can leave. I can pass on information and rush to both sides. I can return alive and bring back the news that the clan needs. If I get injured while protecting them, then there's a possibility that I'll be caught along with them! The clan was still kept in the dark. It's an unjust case! "
"Just a small injury can cause such an outcome. Completely different! " Ye Se said dispassionately, "Therefore, I'd rather sacrifice the lives of these hundred-odd people than use my cultivation to go head-on against the sharp aura of a Saber Saint whose aura has already become invincible!"
"That's stupidity!" Ye Se looked at Meng Se and said, "Third Young Master, your greatest flaw is that you value relationships and loyalty!"
Meng Se gritted his teeth and wanted to scold him, but he didn't know why. He lowered his head and began to think.
Was it wrong to be loyal and righteous?
Dong Wushang had already finished killing. He leaned on his saber and stood in the center of the courtyard, looking coldly at the opposite side.
His heavy breathing had already slowly calmed down.
During this period, many people were eager to give it a try. Their eyes were bloodshot as they wanted to kill this great enemy of theirs, but they were all stopped by Ye Se.
"At this time, let him rest. Rest and let his breathing stabilize. On the surface, he looks like he has recovered from his fatigue, but in reality, he has lost all his sharp aura! "
"In a battle between experts of this level, aura is very important!"
After a while, Dong Wushang's breathing finally stabilized. However, everyone could clearly sense that the invincible sharpness in him had already somewhat disappeared.
With his hands behind his back, Ye Se took a close look at Dong Wushang and said dispassionately, "All Martial Saints, attack together and kill Dong Wushang! This old man will hold the line and personally capture and kill Chu Yang and Meng Geyin! "
Everyone shouted and charged forward.
Right at this moment, something unexpected happened. A figure covered in blood quietly stood up and stuck close to the back of the crowd, suddenly attacking fiercely!
After a few screams, everyone turned around in shock.
There was a person in front of them, his entire head and face covered in blood and dirt. He had already pulled out a shiny short sword from the back of another Martial Saint and was about to stab it into the heart of another Martial Saint who had just turned around in shock.
Seeing that everyone had turned to look at him, this person broke into laughter. "Ahwooh, Dog Aunt! All of you are so silly. It feels so good to be killed by me, wahahaha … "
For a moment, everyone was so angry that they almost passed out.
Rui Butong!
This bastard wasn't dead! He was actually playing dead!
All he did was play dead, and five Martial Saints had been destroyed by him just like that. By right, Martial Saint experts basically all had a certain level of self-healing ability. Especially when they were attacked by an enemy of a lower level than them, there was basically no chance of them being killed in one blow.
But for some reason, all the experts who were attacked by this thief all died an unnatural death without exception.
Everyone was so full of grievances that they actually didn't notice that the current Rui Butong was no longer a fifth-grade Martial Saint, but a seventh-grade Martial Saint!
Rui Butong laughed maniacally. "A bunch of idiots, hahaha … To think they let me off just like that, actually thinking that I'm dead just because I've collapsed … To think that they can be considered a big clan to be so careless against the enemy … Wahaha, I'm dying of laughter."
Everyone was momentarily confused. Was that really the case?
Those who had participated in the siege of Rui Butong were basically all dead, and there was actually no one to confront them now.
"Trash!" Ye Se was so angry that he also cursed loudly. In a flash, he came to a dead middle-grade Martial Saint. With a wave of his hand, the chest of this Martial Saint was immediately opened up.
Seeing the injuries inside, Ye Se couldn't help but gasp.
The heart of this middle-grade Martial Saint had already turned into a pile of charcoal!
It actually looked like it had been burned by fire.
Ye Se stood up, his pupils constricting as he looked at Rui Butong. "What kind of martial arts are you practicing?" Ye Se also knew a few types of fire-type martial arts, but this was the first time in his life that a low-level expert could sneak up on a high-level expert and even burn him to death without any external signs of injury.
Rui Butong seemed to be about to slip away. Hearing that, he smiled and said, "Why? Am I awesome? Aren't you a little envious? Do you want to learn? Hmm? Do you want to learn? "
He laughed maniacally. "If you want to learn, then kneel down and kowtow! Acknowledge me as your Master and I will naturally teach you a set of martial arts that will allow you to dominate the world! It will benefit you for life! Come, come, my disciple. Your Master will be waiting here. "
He straightened his back and protruded his belly. In this manner, as if he had already become Ye Se's teacher, he even took out a piece of Purple Crystal. He waved his hand. "Your Master has even prepared a greeting gift …"
Murderous intent surged in Ye Se's eyes. He suddenly leaped up. At an unparalleled speed, he was right in front of Rui Butong in an instant, smacking his palm viciously toward his chest.
Rui Butong let out a loud cry, desperately thrusting his short sword forward.
With a snap, the short sword broke.
Rui Butong's body flew out like a kite with a broken string. Blood sprayed out in midair, and even his internal organs were spat out in chunks. He flew several hundred feet and landed on the ground. After rolling a couple of times, he stopped moving.
His entire body was almost completely smashed!
"If you survive this time, I'll call you Master." Ye Se snorted coldly, retracting his palm back into his sleeve. He shouted coldly, "Go! Kill Dong Wushang! "
Everyone found it rather comical. You, a third-grade Supreme Martial Artist, had already smashed someone to pieces with your full strength. How could you possibly survive?
Only then did everyone roar and charge inside.
Opposite, Dong Wushang stood up abruptly, not evading at all. He charged head-on.
Only Meng Se was a little surprised. Looking at the place where Rui Butong had died, he thought to himself, "He also had a short sword like this in his hand just now. Where is it now?"
Turning to look, he saw that in another place covered in blood, there was also a short sword that had already broken into two pieces!
"So he had two such divine weapons," murmured Meng Se.
Over there, it was as if heavenly lightning had collided with earthly fire.
Ye Se's guess was right. Dong Wushang had charged out in a spurt of energy. After resting, although he had recovered his stamina, his spirit had already diminished. At this moment, although he was still as mighty as ever, it was as if he had sunk into a swamp, somewhat unable to cope.
After all, all of these people were second-grade Martial Saints who were two grades higher than him.
He struck down two of them the moment he came up, and then he fell into a tough battle.
A long howl!
A sword intent suddenly permeated the air!
As if a king had descended, the whole world prostrated before him.
A clear and bright sword chime rang out in the air. It was majestic and majestic, shaking the sky!
All the swordsmen's swords suddenly rose uncontrollably at the same time, letting out a loud and clear sword chime! It was as if the lowly commoners had suddenly seen their king and were prostrating themselves before him!
Dong Wushang's saber, however, was unaffected. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, he abruptly brandished his saber and slashed fiercely! How could all the experts have imagined that not only was there a Saber Saint hidden here, there was even a Sword Saint?
They were all caught off guard at this moment.
Dong Wushang had struck down three second-grade Martial Saints in one go!
A brilliant sword light flew out from the room, like a shocking rainbow. In a flash, it reached the crowd in the midst of the chaotic battle. With a few cracking sounds, several Martial Saint experts were sliced in half at the waist along with their swords.
The sword light circled one round and finally landed. Everyone took a step back and looked over.
They saw a young man holding a long sword. His clothes were as black as ink, and there was a smile on his face as he stood in front of them. The tip of the long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood …
"Chu Yang?!" Everyone was shocked!
For a moment, they almost couldn't believe their eyes!
Chu Yang … Wasn't he a first-grade Martial Monarch? When did he actually become a Sword Saint?
Chu Yang smiled lightly. "That's me. Greetings, everyone. It's rare that you're here as a guest so early in the morning. Your hospitality is truly commendable. "
Here as a guest?
Looking at the bloodstains all over the floor and the corpses and broken limbs, everyone was speechless for a moment.
"Chu Yang, so you're a Sword Saint! Good, good, good! So many people have been deceived by you. Why did you hide your strength for so long? "Ye Se couldn't help but feel a little furious.
How did Chu Yang suddenly become a Sword Saint? This was too freaking strange!
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Fourth update, fifth update to make up for what you owe. I'll be able to make up for it tomorrow and I'll be able to explode with righteousness. g;
I'll go out and get some medicine. Fourth update today. Sigh, what a mess. The deputy moderator passed by Lai Wu on his way back to his hometown and dropped off a box of Laiyang Pears for me. It's indeed delicious. I ate four yesterday and five today … Then, I ran around while typing at night … I'll stop my stomach before I eat. Otherwise, it'll be such a waste …
Erm, I beg for monthly votes. (To be continued …)
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