Snow swirled in the air, wanting to drown the entire world.
Wuuuu — —
The wind howled and the snow froze in the air, as sharp as a blade. When it came into contact with Ye Qinghan's hair, it automatically dissipated.
Rustle rustle rustle — —
The proud and aloof figure took firm steps towards the Duke Manor in the center of Jiangning County. An austere aura filled the air, enveloping the heavens and earth.
Jiangning County was deathly silent. Other than the sound of the wind, there were no other sounds. The lights of tens of thousands of homes were extinguished, as if they had felt the arrival of death.
Everything was deathly silent. Even the dogs were unwilling to move. Some people opened their windows a little, peeking at the gradually disappearing figure. Trembling, they hurriedly shrank back into their rooms.
Outside the Duke Manor, hundreds of city guards and the Jiangning army tightly surrounded the gate. A large number of archers gathered, ignoring the heavy snow, gazing into the distance.
Situ Yunxiao's face was indifferent. Looking at the ten mile long street, a figure gradually appeared in his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling into a sneer.
"There is a path to heaven but you don't want to walk, there is no door to hell but you charge in! Today I want to see how you will kill a Bitter Sea stage expert! " Situ Yunxiao was arrogant. He was only fifty years old and had already reached the one star of the Bitter Sea stage. In the entire Azure Sun Kingdom, he could be considered a decent genius. How could he be scared by a sixteen or seventeen year old Blood Ignition stage rookie.
Three hundred meters, two hundred meters — —
The seemingly slow pace was in fact extremely fast, as if he was teleporting. This caused Situ Yunxiao's pupils to shrink.
The hundreds of city guards and soldiers of the Jiangning army constantly retreated. Looking at Ye Qinghan, they felt as if their souls were about to be sealed in ice.
One hundred meters, fifty meters — —
"Halt!" The commander of the city guards personally stepped forward, shouting.
Rustle rustle rustle — —
His response was not to stop, but to increase his speed. Ye Qinghan swung his blade, throwing Ma Rugui's corpse in front of the Duke Manor. His body was like an arrow, shattering the earth. White snow rushed in reverse, a cold light flashed, and blade qi swept in all directions.
"Shoot! Shoot for me! "
Xiu Xiu Xiu — —
Thousands of arrows were shot, cutting through the air. Like shooting stars, they instantly surrounded Ye Qinghan.
"Open!"
Ye Qinghan's blade, directly cutting the stone slab outside of the Duke Manor. He raised his long blade, the earth, and the sharp arrows.
Boom …
The stone slab collided with the sharp arrow and exploded. Along with the heavy snow, it rushed madly towards the Duke's Manor.
Swish …
Ye Qinghan crushed the ground with his foot and charged straight at the army. Wherever his long saber went, it was unstoppable. The saber radiance was unstoppable and unstoppable. Large numbers of corpses were cut in half at the waist.
"Ah … Demon!"
"You will die a horrible death!"
The blood-curdling screams broke the deathly stillness of Jiangning County. The stench of blood permeated the air and was carried by the fierce winds to a radius of several kilometers. Large patches of blood stained the ground red and soon froze into ice.
The blood-colored ice was a ghastly sight, and the blood-colored snow was even more chilling.
The basic blade technique was executed without any flaws. Even if the 250 jin Heavy Wild Blade didn't have a blade core, it could still smash a Blood Ignition Realm cultivator to death, not to mention a group of soldiers around the 8th Body Refinement Layer!
"Those who don't retreat will die!"
A furious roar like spring thunder struck down from the Ninth Heaven, deafening to the point of collapse.
The City Defense Army felt a chill run down their spines. They were not proper soldiers. They were only there to protect the daily peace of Jiangning County. As for the Jiangning Legion, they were just a second-rate legion. How could they withstand such a massacre?
"Whoever dares to retreat will die! Kill him for me! " Situ Yunxiao suddenly stood up. The ten black clothed men behind him followed closely to protect him, their killing intent filling the air.
"Attack for me! Today, we will exhaust him to death! I don't believe that a Blood Ignition Realm cultivator can store that much true essence! " Situ Yunxiao's heart turned cold. Facing such a powerful attack, he did not have the confidence to kill Ye Qinghan. He could only hope to use the lives of his men to stop Ye Qinghan's temporary madness. As long as his edge was extinguished, there was nothing to fear.
The ten black clothed men also charged into the fray, but Ye Qinghan's momentum was unstoppable. With a single step, he killed ten people. With a single slash of his blade, whether it was their weapons or their bodies, everything was cut in half!
Puchi … Kacha …
The crisp sound of broken bones and broken swords penetrated the eardrums of everyone.
Ye Qinghan was getting closer and closer to the King's Palace. His eyes were cold and his lips curled into a cold smile.
"You want to rely on these mortals to stop my footsteps and waste my strength? What a fool's dream!" Ye Qinghan roared. His aura erupted, and with a sweep of his blade, there was no one within ten meters of him.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh …
In a short ten breaths of time, less than half of the four hundred city guards and the Jiangning Army remained. Ye Qinghan's breathing did not even change.
"Situ Yunxiao, do you want to come with me, or do you want me to raze your King's Palace to the ground and take your head with me?" Ye Qinghan held the blade core in one hand and the Heavy Berserk Saber in the other. He raised his eyes slightly and coldly looked at Situ Yunxiao.
The Sky-Splitting Will in his eyes looked down on the earth. It could not be blasphemed. Situ Yunxiao's breath stagnated. His mouth twitched as he disdainfully asked, "Where are you going?"
"To see someone." Ye Qinghan coldly said.
"See who?" Situ Yunxiao frowned.
"See Ye Chen."
Situ Yunxiao was most familiar with the name Ye Chen. This name had tortured him for over ten years!
Kekeke …
Situ Yunxiao clenched his fists and stared at Ye Qinghan. He smiled cruelly and said, "That damn father of yours has already been in hell for five years. If you want to see him, this old man can send you on your way!"
Wuwuwu …
The wind whistled and the murderous aura messed up Ye Qinghan's black hair.
"It seems like you want me to start a massacre. Then from now on, there will no longer be a King's Palace in Jiangning County …" Ye Qinghan's heart was like a boulder. He never showed mercy to his enemies. If he could kill, he would kill.
"Wait, Ye Qinghan. From the moment you revealed that you could cultivate, you had already lost. Now, there is only one path left for you, death!" Situ Yunxiao felt Ye Qinghan's murderous aura and immediately said coldly, "Two hours ago, a death warrior left Jiangning County and took away five hundred low-grade spirit crystals. As long as I am defeated or die here today, the five hundred spirit crystals will be the money to buy your life. Whoever kills you will receive the five hundred low-grade spirit crystals!"
Five hundred spirit crystals could attract many Bitter Sea stage experts to act! At that time, Ye Qinghan would have enemies all over the world.
"Hahaha … Five hundred low-grade spirit crystals can buy my life?" Ye Qinghan laughed wildly, full of mockery. The saber core slammed into the Violent Heavy Saber. Its aura collapsed and went against the heavens.
"So what if the whole world is my enemy? At most, I will crush this Xiao Yun star! "
An arrogant, arrogant voice caused the snow to stop and freeze in mid-air. It was as if time and space were frozen.
Ye Qinghan's aura rose. Even a fifth grade Violent Heavy Saber emitted an arrogant aura that was difficult to resist.
Situ Yunxiao sucked in a breath of cold air. He took out a fourth grade spirit sword and placed it in front of him to protect himself. He was intimidated by Ye Qinghan's aura and did not dare to move recklessly.
"If you don't retreat, then you will all be buried with him." With a cold shout, the Violent Heavy Saber was unsheathed. The saber qi was unstoppable, and the saber light shot out in all directions.
"Violent Mountain Breaking Style!"
Hum … Shua … Boom …
The saber hummed like a tiger and a dragon. The luxurious County King's Mansion collapsed, flattened by the saber qi!
The speed was too fast, so fast that no one could react. Situ Yunxiao only saw him lift the saber a second ago, and in the next second, the saber qi poured out of his body. The fourth grade spirit weapon in front of his chest did not have any effect. Even his body was cut in half by the saber light.
The land within a thousand meters was flattened by the saber. The County King's Mansion was crushed by true essence, turning into fine powder that scattered away with the wind.
Ye Qinghan staggered. He felt as if his soul was about to leave his body and his divine sense was in chaos. He stabbed his saber into the ground and grasped a spirit crystal in his palm, crazily absorbing the spiritual energy within it.
The palm-sized spirit crystal quickly dimmed and turned into fine powder. With a light pinch, it scattered away with the wind.
The boundless spiritual energy turned into a trickle that rushed into his Qi Sea. It was like the eye of the sea, spreading out in all directions. It filled his blood and marrow, quickly restoring his combat strength.
A second spirit crystal appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it was sucked dry!
Ye Qinghan looked at the shattered spirit crystal and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. This sort of low level spirit crystal did not have much use for him. It was only slightly better than the Purple Light Wine.
As far as the eye could see, besides the corpses and broken walls, there was not a single person left standing. Situ Yunxiao's pupils dilated. Even in death, he had no idea how Ye Qinghan had managed to unleash such a terrifying attack.
Ye Qinghan pulled out his saber core and walked ten meters in a single step. He reached out and cut off Situ Yunxiao's head, quickly leaving the County King's Mansion. No one dared to stop him, not even the Jiangning Army that had heard the commotion.
The razed County King's Mansion was in an incomparably tragic state, shivering in the cold wind.
"What a terrifying attack! If such an attack were to hit the army, would we be able to stop it? "The Army Commander's face was deathly pale. The army automatically moved aside, not daring to look directly at Ye Qinghan.
Ye Qinghan carried Situ Yunxiao's head and quickly rushed out of Jiangning County, heading straight for Myriad Mountain Town.
Wu wu …
Ye Qinghan's clothes fluttered in the wind. Like a hidden dragon, his feet left no footprints on the snow.
The next day, at Myriad Mountain Town, at the foot of Blood Bone Mountain, Ye Qinghan shattered Ye Chen's grave with his saber, took out the coffin, and directly carried it back to the Ye Clan.
Everyone in the Ye Clan saw Ye Qinghan carrying the coffin and carrying a head. They were so scared that their faces turned ashen, especially those of the younger generation. When they saw Ye Qinghan, their bodies trembled.
Ye Kuang personally came out to welcome him. When he saw Ye Qinghan carrying Situ Yunxiao's head, he clamped his legs together and felt a piercing pain in his spine.
"You killed County King Situ …" Ye Kuang was not happy, but shocked. He felt as if the sky had collapsed.
"I don't need to explain anything to you. Take me to the ancestral grounds!" Ye Qinghan coldly said.
"Okay …" Ye Kuang was drenched in cold sweat. He quickly brought Ye Qinghan to the ancestral grounds behind the mountain.
In the ancestral grounds behind the Ye Clan, the graves formed a huge cemetery. Every member of the Ye Clan was buried here, meaning that they returned to their roots.
The higher the grave, the higher the status, and the greater the contribution to the Ye Clan.
Halfway up the mountain, the Ye Clan's old ancestor was located. Ye Qinghan carried the coffin to the middle of the mountain. He dug a deep hole next to the old ancestor's grave and placed the coffin in it.
He set up a stone tablet and carved a few words on it. Then, he placed Situ Yunxiao's head in front of the tablet.
"Although you are not my real father in soul, you are my father in blood. I helped you raze the county king's mansion. I hope you can rest in peace!" Ye Qinghan deeply bowed and said in a low voice.
After burying Ye Chen, the secular world was over. Ye Qinghan took a deep breath, turned around, and left the mountain. When he arrived at the Ye Clan, he looked at everyone without any emotion.
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