Just as everyone was still in shock, Yi Changjue spoke up.
"Just now, my second brother and third brother coincidentally attacked at the same time. We shouldn't have done that."
Gao Wang and Jiang Jianggui lowered their heads when they heard that. Their eyes were filled with unwillingness.
Yi Changjue's tone was calm like a gentle elder. He said slowly, "As compensation, I'll only use one sword today. If you can withstand this sword, I promise on behalf of the Lingxiao Palace that I won't interfere in the matters between you and Da Shen."
A trace of solemnity appeared in Yang Xuan's eyes as he looked at Yi Zhangjue. He could sense an extremely peaceful aura from Yi Zhangjue's body, but it was also this peaceful aura that made him feel a strong sense of danger.
Yi Changjue said calmly, "I've only used three swords in my life. One to split heaven and earth, one to break mountains and rivers, and one to shatter stars. Today, I'll only use the first sword. Please be careful!"
With that, he took out a long sword from his waist.
Yang Xuan's gaze landed on the long sword.
It was a wooden sword. It looked ordinary with rough workmanship as if it was carved from a random piece of wood. It didn't even have a scabbard. It was only wrapped around by a red string and hung at the waist.
"Be careful!"
Yi Changjue said calmly. Then, he stabbed out with the sword.
In the next moment, Yang Xuan realized that the ground beneath his feet had shattered. At the same time, the sky above him had also cracked.
Cracks appeared in the blue sky, and huge wooden swords appeared from the cracks, instantly piercing through the heaven and earth.
Countless huge wooden swords pierced down from the sky. In an instant, they formed a cage made entirely of wooden swords and trapped Yang Xuan.
In the cage, Yang Xuan stood quietly like a statue.
An extremely dangerous aura spread out, making Yang Xuan feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Yang Xuan's face turned pale. He wasn't confident in this move.
He even had a feeling that if he tried to withstand this move, he would most likely die. Even the wood-elemental spiritual energy wouldn't be enough to save him.
This sword strike had already touched upon the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!
After a long while, Yang Xuan suddenly sighed softly, a trace of decisiveness appearing in his eyes.
With this sigh, a butterfly that was half white and half black suddenly appeared beside him.
Yang Xuan's face was extremely pale, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
A large amount of Spirit Qi from his body surged into the butterfly.
A moment later, the butterfly flapped its wings.
The wooden sword disappeared, and peace returned to the world. It was as if nothing had happened.
Yi Zhangjue looked at the black and white butterfly expressionlessly.
After a long while, he hung the wooden sword on his waist and turned around.
"Let's go!" he said calmly, walking into the distance step by step.
Gao Wang's eyes were filled with shock. After taking one last look at Yang Xuan, he turned around and left.
Jiang Jianggui opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He also turned around and left without looking back.
Yang Xuan took in a deep breath as the butterfly in front of him disappeared. Following which, he turned his head, his gaze incomparably cold.
The entire capital of the Great Shen Empire was silent. After watching the three of them leave, everyone's eyes fell on Yang Xuan.
Shen Yuanlie let out a long breath, then slowly closed his eyes.
The Shen clansmen cried in despair, and the sound of crying rose and fell one after another.
However, in the next moment, the crying stopped abruptly because a light breeze blew over.
Like wheat being harvested, over a thousand Chen Clan members fell down one after another, losing all signs of life.
Perhaps, at the last moment of their lives, they still didn't believe that they would die just like that. They still hoped that someone would appear in front of them and save their lives.
But that didn't happen!
Therefore, they died. They died because of a mistake that they didn't commit.
Perhaps, many years later, some people would say that they were innocent and shouldn't have died. Perhaps some people would call Yang Xuan a butcher, a madman, an executioner.
Yang Xuan could forgive them, or he could only kill Shen Yuanlie, but Yang Xuan didn't.
He was never a good person, and he never thought of himself as a good person.
You can call him a butcher, or a madman, but he was only him. He was only the youth who had been killing from the beginning. He was the youth who cried himself hoarse in the back mountain of the Yang Clan.
Shen Yuanlie's eyes were filled with tears. Seeing the Shen clansmen fall one by one, his face was finally filled with tears.
He hated!
He hated Yang Xuan. He hated the person who sent the Shen clan to hell with his own hands.
However, he hated himself even more.
But it was all too late. No matter who he hated, he couldn't change this ending.
"Yang Xuan, my ending today will be your ending tomorrow!" He opened his eyes and looked at Yang Xuan, pausing after every word.
Yang Xuan didn't look at him. His gaze landed in a direction. There, among the corpses, there was a youth who was at a loss.
"Maybe, maybe not, but you won't be able to see it!" After a long while, he retracted his gaze and said calmly in response to Shen Yuanlie's words. Then, he waved his hand slightly, and the youth involuntarily flew in front of him.
"What's your name?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked.
The youth's face was filled with tears. He looked at Yang Xuan with eyes filled with hatred.
"My name is Shen Fu!" The youth stubbornly said.
Shen Yuanlie looked at Shen Fu. He didn't know who Shen Fu was.
The Shen clan was huge. It was impossible for him to know everyone.
"Do you want revenge?" Yang Xuan asked.
Shen Yuanlie suddenly looked at Yang Xuan.
"Yes, I want to kill you!" Shen Fu's tears gushed out again.
Yang Xuan smiled. The youth in front of him wasn't within his Soul Trace. That also meant that this youth called Shen Fu wasn't of the Shen clan's bloodline.
Interesting!
"Acknowledge me as your Master. From today onwards, you will be the Emperor of Da Shen!" Yang Xuan said calmly.
It was earth-shattering!
Shen Yuanlie suddenly raised his head and looked at Yang Xuan in disbelief. After a while, his eyes suddenly revealed a look of ecstasy.
The people who were secretly watching were stunned. They didn't understand what Yang Xuan meant.
Shen Fu was stunned. He looked at Shen Yuanlie helplessly.
Shen Yuanlie suddenly used all his strength and shouted hoarsely, "I, Shen Yuanlie, am the Emperor of Da Shen. Today, I am about to die. I will pass the throne to Shen Fu. My subjects and citizens of Da Shen will all bow to the new Emperor!"
His voice spread throughout the entire palace. The civil and military officials who were standing far away and couldn't get close heard his voice.
After a moment of silence, the officials all bowed down and cried out, "I accept the decree. I will respectfully send Your Majesty back to heaven! Your Majesty, have a safe journey! "
The loud crying sound echoed throughout the entire palace. For a moment, heaven and earth seemed to be wailing.
"Shen Fu, kneel down and acknowledge him as your Master!" Shen Yuanlie's eyes shone brightly as he said sternly.
"No, I won't acknowledge my enemy as my Master!" Shen Fu's stubborn voice sounded.
Shen Yuanlie was furious. He spat out another mouthful of blood and said sternly, "Acknowledge him as your Master. Otherwise, I won't be able to die in peace."
Shen Fu's young face was stunned. After a while, he suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Yang Xuan. He said, "Master!"
But the hatred on his face couldn't be erased.
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