Ye Wuchen stood there like a sword. He looked at the five people in front of him and said, "Leave, or die."
These days, Qian Yang's group's attitude was very clear. They were waiting for them to leave and then steal the treasures they'd obtained in the relic. They'd even said it openly without hiding it.
When Ye Futian was outside, Qian Yang's group had been watching them. They'd already seen them as prey.
Since that was the case, there was no need to say more.
If they left, both sides would be fine.
If they didn't leave, they were enemies. Only one side could die.
Ye Wuchen still didn't say much. A few simple words were enough to express his attitude.
Qian Yang's group heard him and had strange expressions. All five of them were at the peak of the Dharma Plane. Even if Ye Wuchen had a ritual implement, how could he bridge the gap?
Even he might not be able to handle Zhao Han. Plus, Qian Yang had noble fate which increased his strength greatly. He could kill ordinary peak Dharma Plane cultivators instantly.
"Is your brain not working after your arm is broken?" Shi Tong asked coldly.
"Young Master Qian, he killed his way here. Virgin, you can't blame us if he dies here, right?" Yue Linglong said, smiling.
"Zhao Han," Qian Yang said. "Kill him and the sword is yours."
"Thank you, Young Master Qian." Zhao Han nodded. He had the same intention. As a fellow swordsman, he wanted Ye Wuchen's sword.
Taking a step forward, Zhao Han released a sharp Sword Will from his body. Behind him, a sword shadow appeared. It was as if there were many swords being unsheathed, hanging behind Zhao Han and clanging.
"Since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish."
Zhao Han's eyes were cold and his murderous intent was sharp. He was the son of the Sword Clan leader and was extremely talented. But in the Noble Grotto, Ye Futian and the other two had beaten him. His talent was extremely low.
Ye Wuchen was also a swordsman and was more talented than him.
Unfortunately, no matter how talented he was, he would still die.
The Dharma swords behind him shot out. Beams of sword light were like lightning, brightening the day. The light reflected from the swords was even blinding.
A sharp, ear-piercing sound was heard. In just an instant, the swords pierced through the air and came in front of Ye Wuchen.
But almost at the same moment, Ye Wuchen's Sword Will exploded. An invisible airflow surrounded his body. With him as the center, a terrible storm of swords appeared around him. The air was filled with the sound of swords whistling. When Zhao Han's sword approached, it was torn apart by the terrible Sword Qi. Every sword was the same.
Zhao Han stepped forward. With every step, the Sword Qi became stronger. The swords floating behind him kept shooting out, as if they were going to drown Ye Wuchen.
The sword in Ye Wuchen's hand spun slightly, and then he stabbed out. Like a rain, all the swords coming at him were destroyed.
Zhao Han's body moved. A sword appeared in his hand. His speed was as fast as the wind, following the sword.
Suddenly, a beam of light lit up. It was a beam of sword light.
The sword light was so bright that Ye Wuchen had to close his eyes.
In the next moment, the beam of light grew brighter and brighter. Not only was it bright, but it was also cold. It cut through the air towards Ye Wuchen's body.
"Such a fast sword," Yue Linglong praised. Yue Linglong praised. Zhao Han was indeed the son of the Sword Clan Leader. There was no doubt about his strength.
With this sword, Ye Wuchen would die. There was no way he could survive.
Ye Wuchen released a frightening Sword Will that flowed into the sword in his hand. Then he swung.
The sword was like rain. The sword light was like the stars. The space seemed to be filled with a meteor shower.
Zhao Han's dazzling and cold sword light was drowned by the sword light. It was riddled with holes and then shattered.
The two beams of sword light stopped as soon as they touched.
Zhao Han's body also stopped. He stood not far from Ye Wuchen.
He looked up at Ye Wuchen. His pupils dilated bit by bit. Then he revealed shock, despair, and regret.
In the next moment, his body was bleeding. Every pore on his body seemed to be bleeding. Soon, his body was covered in blood.
When they saw Zhao Han fall to the ground, Qian Yang and the others finally didn't look so relaxed.
They were shocked and shocked. Their casual smiles had long disappeared. They stared at Zhao Han on the ground.
There was also the one-armed figure who stood there quietly, releasing noble fate.
"Noble fate." Shi Tong stared at Ye Wuchen. When did he do it?
Moreover, it was mid-level noble fate. It was the purest Sword Will. Bathed in this will, Ye Wuchen was like the sharpest sword in the world.
Ye Wuchen's cultivation had also improved. He was now in the Fifth-level Dharma Plane.
In the past, this level was nothing in their eyes. However, a Fifth-level Dharma Plane coupled with the purest noble level Sword Will was already very frightening. It was enough to easily fight someone of a higher level. A noble level Sword Will would greatly increase his attack power.
What was even more frightening was that Ye Wuchen had a ritual implement sword in his hand. It contained Noble Sword Will.
Ye Wuchen used his own Noble Sword Will to activate it. He could use more power from the ritual implement. With the two stacked, Ye Wuchen's sword was definitely at the peak of the Dharma Plane.
If he wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't have been able to survive from Li Daoyun. Although he had lost an arm, with Li Daoyun's ability, if he wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't be able to escape with a broken arm.
But now, Ye Wuchen was much stronger than when he fought with Li Daoyun. He had broken through to the next plane and his will had become purer. Both had greatly increased his ability.
"Buzz." Ye Wuchen moved. When he moved, the surrounding area was instantly enveloped by sword will. Qian Yang and the other three's auras exploded and their Dharma bloomed.
Seeing Ye Wuchen charging at him, Shi Tong of the Zhenwu Clan stepped out with a giant axe in his hand. With a rumble, a terrifying force pressed down on the space. A terrifying giant seemed to have appeared behind Shi Tong. He held the giant axe and slashed at Ye Wuchen, intending to split the sky and earth and kill Ye Wuchen.
With a flash of light, the sword moved forward with an indomitable will. Accompanied by an incomparably cold sword light, a crack actually appeared on Shi Tong's great axe. With a soft puchi sound, a bloody mark appeared on his throat, and fresh blood flowed out continuously.
Ye Wuchen's body seemed to turn into a shadow. After killing Shi Tong, he went straight for Yue Linglong.
Seeing that Shi Tong couldn't even block one attack, Yue Linglong's expression changed. Her beautiful eyes became extremely seductive. With one look, an illusion appeared in Ye Wuchen's mind.
Yue Linglong walked towards him step by step. Her clothes slid off her body piece by piece. She was charming and alluring. She said seductively, "Can you bear to kill me?"
She specialized in spiritual illusions and was an illusionary sorcerer of the Spiritual Elemental. Her illusions were extremely powerful and she was especially good at doing things between men and women. Under her spiritual illusions, it was enough to make people lose themselves.
In Ye Wuchen's mind, all that was left of her was a transparent dress. It was faintly discernible but it was even more seductive. It was enough to make people lose their minds.
However, Ye Wuchen's will was extremely strong now. It was at the Noble Plane. In his mind, there seemed to be countless swords piercing through that sexy body. It was directly wiped out, turning her into a skeleton.
With a soft sound, Yue Linglong's beautiful eyes froze and her face paled. She was a spiritual elemental illusion sorcerer but her defense was no match for Shi Tong. Even Shi Tong was killed in one move, let alone her.
Ye Wuchen seemed to have drawn a perfect arc, and two people were killed.
At this moment, only two people were left of the five: Qian Yang and Dugu Leng.
Qian Yang's expression was extremely ugly. His noble fate rose and he stared at Ye Wuchen. His noble level sword will was released. Ye Wuchen didn't seem like a Fifth-level Dharma Plane cultivator at all. His aura was no weaker than Qian Yang's.
Qian Yang's noble fate was low-grade and was more mixed. It hadn't completely formed into some kind of pure will.
Ye Wuchen held a ritual implement in his hand and walked towards Qian Yang and Dugu Leng. Strong noble will was released, making Ye Wuchen's aura even more terrifying.
A terrifying aura exploded from Qian Yang's body. Thunder, fire, sword, and many different elemental powers were released from his body. Coupled with the noble fate, Zhao Han and Shi Tong couldn't be compared to him.
Behind Qian Yang, Dugu Leng's body was extremely cold. He held the curved sword in his hand and an extremely violent aura emanated from him.
Ye Wuchen leaped into the air and raised his sword. Endless will exploded violently. At this moment, Ye Wuchen seemed to have turned into a real Noble. He even had some of the power of an emperor. His will was inherited from a powerful emperor.
At this moment, the endless airflow in the surroundings seemed to gather around his sword as if worshipping it. Ye Wuchen's aura grew stronger and stronger. The sword in his hand turned into the emperor's sword.
Qian Yang also had noble fate. Although it was low-grade, he was still very powerful with his own ability. Ye Wuchen naturally had to give it his all.
Finally, Ye Wuchen's sword slashed down. The emperor's sword commanded all laws. The surrounding airflow gathered and moved with the sword, slashing towards Qian Yang below.
On Qian Yang's body, the sword of thunder and fire slashed through the air. In an instant, there seemed to be thunder and fire dragons roaring in the air. Sorcery and swordsmanship merged. The sword was like a spell and the spell was like a sword.
Two extremely terrifying auras collided. Qian Yang shouted, "Dugu Leng!"
As soon as his voice landed, Dugu Leng's body moved. An incomparably violent aura exploded, followed by a soft 'puchi' sound.
Qian Yang's body trembled violently. His face was as white as paper and his aura dissipated. The sword in the air slashed down directly from above.
Dugu Leng retreated hastily. On Qian Yang's back, there was a ghastly gash.
His body trembled and he turned around in pain. He looked at Dugu Leng and asked, "Why?"
Dugu Leng didn't look at him. Instead, he looked up at Ye Wuchen and said, "His father is my master. When I go back, I will report to my master that he and Zhao Han were killed by the people of the Barren City."
Ye Wuchen looked at him and didn't say anything.
"Even if you kill me and Ancient Loulan cooperates with you to hide the truth, my master will still investigate. There will eventually be some clues," Dugu Leng said. "I played a part in his death. Naturally, I will never hide the truth."
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