A faint smile appeared on Ye Xuan's lips. He looked up at the sky and said calmly, "Killing is just a method, and it is also my nature. However, Wu Juexian is different. My cultivation is much higher than his. Today's battle was an unfair victory. If I kill him, my dignity tells me that it is not allowed."
"Mister, you can't do that. This Wu Juexian is a monstrous genius. Even though he lost the battle with you today, if his cultivation level increases greatly in the future, he will definitely come and fight you again. What if you …" Fatty Huang said anxiously.
"Ha!"
Ye Xuan smiled. However, his smile was mysterious and deep. He turned to look at Fatso Huang and said in a low voice, "In this world, there is no one who is my opponent. Wu Juexian is someone I want to nurture. I want to see how far he can go on the path of martial arts because I am too lonely, so lonely that I have no opponent. However, he has given me a glimmer of hope."
Looking at Ye Xuan's mysterious smile, Fatso Huang was stunned. In truth, although he had not followed Ye Xuan for a long time, he understood Ye Xuan's sinister nature very well.
However, to what extent Ye Xuan's cultivation had reached, this had always been a mystery. He wanted to ask, but he swallowed the words that came out of his mouth.
"Furthermore, I have a premonition that in a few days, Wu Juexian will personally come. That's because he knows that only I can help him step onto the Immortal's Road to Heaven, and he will be of use to me. That's the reason why I didn't kill him."
Ye Xuan smiled. His voice was extremely certain, which caused Fatso Huang's expression to change greatly. He looked at Ye Xuan in a daze.
"You … You mean … Wu Juexian will join the Underworld?" Fatso Huang said in shock.
"You will know when the time comes."
Ye Xuan smiled mysteriously and turned to return to the Azure Cloud Pavilion, leaving Fatso Huang alone in a daze. However, there was an extremely excited look in his eyes.
Wu Juexian was a proud man. If Ye Xuan did not exist, he would be an unbeatable figure. However, would such a proud person really be willing to submit to Ye Xuan?
Fatso Huang did not dare to think about it, but he had an extremely strong premonition. This premonition came from his blind worship of Ye Xuan. Fatso Huang knew that his master would never do anything he was not confident in.
…
The world was in an uproar.
Wu Juexian's defeat was simply shocking. However, it caused Ye Xuan's name to spread all over the world. He was truly recognized by the world as the number one expert in the East. No one could compete with him.
It was also at this time that the envoys that Japan had just sent were rushing towards Jiangnan City. The envoys originally wanted to take back the Muramasa Demon Blade from Ye Xuan, but they were quickly recalled by the Japanese Emperor. It was obvious that Ye Xuan's terror caused the Japanese to be extremely fearful.
It was not just the Japanese. The Saintess of Korea was also rushing to the Xia Kingdom. She wanted to meet Ye Xuan, the number one expert in the East. There were also messages from major forces all over the world, congratulating Ye Xuan on his ascension to the throne of the number one expert in the East.
At the same time, countless Ancient Martial Ability Users were stationed in Jiangnan City. Many young talents went to the Qingyun Villa every day, wanting to be Ye Xuan's disciple.
Some of these young talents came from the Xia Kingdom, while others came from all over the world. However, without exception, they were all outstanding figures of major forces. They wanted to be Ye Xuan's disciple, so that the forces behind them could be branded with Ye Xuan's name.
These days, Ye Xuan was extremely annoyed. It was not until Ye Xuan ordered Fatso Huang to kill all the young men and women sent by the major forces that the Qingyun Villa welcomed a rare moment of peace.
Logically speaking, the deaths of the young geniuses of the various major powers would definitely cause them to fly into a rage and descend into a thunderous rage. However, they knew that the person they were facing was Ye Xuan, the number one expert of the East. They didn't even dare to fart and dejectedly retrieved the corpses of these young geniuses, not daring to disturb Ye Xuan's peace.
The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, this was Ye Xuan's current might, causing the entire world to fear him to the extreme.
After all, a hundred years ago, Wu Juexian swept through the East and even the West. Even such a terrifying man was defeated by Ye Xuan. How could they dare to be impudent to Ye Xuan?
…
At the same time, in the Emperor's Pavilion in Japan.
The Emperor of Japan sat on his golden throne. Below him were many Japanese warriors kneeling. The atmosphere in this space was extremely stifling.
"Emperor, the Muramasa Demon Blade is the most precious treasure of our country. How can it fall into the hands of Ye Xuan?"
"That's right. The Kusanagi Sword has been missing for a long time. This Muramasa Demon Blade is extremely important to our country. It is the key to opening the door of the Spirit-branded God. If we can't get it back, it will cause great damage to our country."
The many courtiers spoke one after another, causing the Emperor of Japan's face to darken. He did not speak for a long time.
"Emperor …"
Bam!
"Enough!"
Suddenly, the Emperor of Japan smashed the jade beside him. He looked at the courtiers with a ferocious expression and said, "Even Wu Juexian was defeated by him. How do you expect me to get back the Muramasa Demon Blade?"
"Have you all forgotten?"
"A hundred years ago, Wu Juexian stepped into Japan and defeated our samurai one by one. This humiliation has not been washed away until now. Even Wu Juexian was not a match for Ye Xuan. Do you all want history to repeat itself?"
The Emperor of Japan roared furiously. This caused the courtiers to keep quiet out of fear. After dozens of breaths, the Emperor of Japan suppressed his anger. His face darkened and he said, "The Muramasa Demon Blade must not be lost. It is also the key to opening the door of the Spirit-branded God. Since we can't do it openly, we'll take it secretly!"
"Men, tell the Muramasa family that no matter what method they use, they must take back the Muramasa Demon Blade. If they can't complete the task, let everyone in the Muramasa family commit suicide." The Emperor of Japan said gloomily. He also ordered a servant to quickly pass his order to the Muramasa family.
…
At the same time.
In the west, in a luxurious manor.
The thick smell of blood floated in the air. A large number of corpses lay in a pool of blood. A blonde woman was bathed in blood. She was half-kneeling on the ground with a Western longsword in her hand. Her eyes were red and tears blurred her vision.
"Tell me, tell me, who are you? What grudge do I have with you that you want to kill my entire family?" Sword Saint Sith clenched his silver teeth. The hatred in his eyes seemed to have solidified. He was roaring loudly.
"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not understanding the situation. You want to take revenge for that trash Ba Dao. Since you dare to go against my master, you should be prepared to die."
The leader of the Blood Fiends from the Underworld, Steamed Bun, held a blood-red longsword in his hand. He was looking coldly at Sword Saint Sith. Behind him were the members of the Blood Fiends Group. They had already slaughtered the entire manor.
"Ye Xuan … It's … it's him?" Sword Saint Sith's eyes were wide open. He clenched his fists tightly. His eyes were filled with indescribable hatred.
"Sword Saint Sith, today is the day you die. Go to hell with your family."
Steamed Bun smiled cruelly. The blood-red longsword streaked through the air and slashed towards Sword Saint Sith. An extremely bloodthirsty light flashed in Steamed Bun's eyes. Clearly, he was about to complete the mission Ye Xuan had given him. He was in a good mood.
Suddenly!
At this critical moment, a sinister laugh came from the void. A blood-red light enveloped Sword Saint Sith. Under Steamed Bun's shocked gaze, Sword Saint Sith disappeared.
"Insolence! Who dares to stop the Underworld from killing people?!"
Steamed Bun roared. The blood-red longsword in his hand buzzed. He looked around, searching for the mysterious person who had rescued Sword Saint Sith.
"Kekeke!"
"Go back and tell Ye Xuan that our battle with him has only just begun. Soon, we will let him know what true despair is."
A sinister laugh came from all directions. As this voice went further and further away, Steamed Bun's expression turned extremely gloomy. The evil aura around him became even more terrifying.
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