Something’s wrong!
In the arena, Han Jiang and the others furrowed their brows tightly.
The enemy was charging toward them on its own initiative!
Han Jiang looked at Ye Xuan. After a moment’s silence, Ye Xuan said, “They must have outside help!”
At that, he turned to Han Jiang. “How many star veins do we have now?”
Han Jiang hesitated, then said, “Thirteen!”
Ye Xuan pondered briefly, then shook his head. “It’s too late! Finding aid now is impossible!”
Han Jiang’s face darkened. “Mu Xu must have used all of White Day City’s star veins to hire reinforcements!”
Ye Xuan said softly, “If they succeed in wiping out Eternal Night City, those dozen or so star veins would be worth it, wouldn’t they?”
Han Jiang looked at Ye Xuan. “Young friend Ye, what should we do now, in your opinion?”
Ye Xuan grinned. “What else? We fight!”
Han Jiang froze, then burst into laughter. “Then we fight!”
**Fight!**
His voice thundered, shaking the skies!
In the city, countless Eternal Night City warriors roared in unison.
At that moment, above Eternal Night City, powerful auras surged in!
Mu Xu and his forces had arrived!
On the city walls, Han Jiang looked at Mu Xu leading the enemy and smiled. “City Lord Mu Xu, I didn’t expect you to come first!”
Mu Xu said calmly, “Sooner or later, we’d fight. Why not settle it today?”
Han Jiang nodded. “You’re right!”
Mu Xu raised his right hand, then pressed forward. “Kill!”
**Kill!**
With his command, the White Day City warriors behind him charged toward Eternal Night City!
The battlefield was set at Eternal Night City!
A glint of ferocity flashed in Han Jiang’s eyes. “Kill!”
With his shout, countless Eternal Night City warriors soared into the sky, rushing toward Mu Xu’s forces.
In the city, Ye Xuan looked at the Defier, who was gazing at Tian Chen in the distant sky.
After a moment’s silence, the Defier said, “Brother Ye, it’s up to you now!”
With that, he shot into the sky, heading straight for Tian Chen!
On the city walls, Ye Xuan looked at Mu Xu in the distance, who was also watching him!
Ye Xuan smiled, then turned and vanished at the horizon’s edge.
Gone?
Seeing this, Mu Xu’s brows furrowed slightly.
After a moment’s pause, Mu Xu turned to Han Jiang. “Han Jiang, over the years, we’ve clashed but never settled who’s better. Why not decide it today?”
Han Jiang laughed. “As you wish!”
With that, both vanished from their spots.
Elsewhere, Ye Xuan went into hiding!
His instincts screamed something was off!
White Day City must have hired reinforcements, and by hiding, he aimed to find them!
In the shadows, Ye Xuan scanned his surroundings but found nothing.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted. He spun around, and as he did, a fist mark flashed toward him.
Ye Xuan flicked his thumb, and the Qingxuan Sword slashed out!
**Boom!**
A burst of sword light erupted before Ye Xuan. In an instant, a shadowy figure was blasted thousands of zhang away. When the figure stopped, it was a young man in a tight black robe, wearing black-gold armguards.
Ye Xuan looked at the man and said inwardly, “Little Tower, someone got close, and you didn’t warn me?”
Little Tower replied gravely, “You didn’t ask me!”
Ye Xuan’s expression froze.
At that moment, the black-robed man sized up Ye Xuan and sneered, “So you’re that sword cultivator!”
Ye Xuan frowned. “You know me?”
The man looked at Ye Xuan. “I heard White Cloak and the others failed to kill you together!”
Ye Xuan was about to speak when the man’s lips curled into a mocking grin. “White Cloak and his lot must be pathetic! Can’t even handle trash like you, and they’re supposed to be the third-ranked mercenaries!”
At that moment, Ye Xuan flicked his thumb.
**Swoosh!**
The Qingxuan Sword unsheathed, a blood-red sword light tearing through the air, blindingly fast, reaching the man in a blink.
The man’s eyes narrowed. He raised his right arm to block.
**Boom!**
With a deafening blast, the armguard on his right hand shattered, and he was hurled ten thousand zhang away. When he stopped, his right arm was in pieces!
Ye Xuan glanced at the now-dazed man, frowning. “This weak? You’re *this* weak? Can you be a bit stronger? You’re so pathetic, I don’t even feel like drawing my sword!”
Inside him, Little Tower sighed softly. This guy dared to taunt the young master with words. Hell, when it comes to verbal sparring, even the Three Swords combined wouldn’t match the young master!
Nobody can out-talk a shameless man!
Hearing Ye Xuan, the black-robed man’s face turned livid with rage. He glared at Ye Xuan. “You dare insult me!”
Ye Xuan’s lips curled in disdain. “Insult you? Are you worthy? Take a good look at yourself in a puddle—do you think you’re worth my insults?”
The man’s eyes blazed red. “Ye Xuan!”
Ye Xuan sneered, “What, you a dog? All you do is bark? Come on, I’m begging you to kill me!”
The man roared in fury and leapt forward, charging at Ye Xuan. His charge unleashed a torrent of power, like a flood, sweeping toward Ye Xuan, making the starry sky boil.
In the distance, Ye Xuan flicked his thumb.
**Buzz!**
A sword’s hum echoed. In the next moment, a sword flashed through the air!
**Boom!**
With a deafening explosion, the black-robed man was blasted tens of thousands of zhang away. When he stopped this time, only his soul remained!
At that moment, the man was utterly stunned!
Ye Xuan suddenly cried out in mock agony, “Heavens! How are you *this* weak? Why are you so weak?”
Black-robed man: “…”
Ye Xuan shook his head with a sigh and turned to leave.
The man, dazed, thought, He’s not attacking?
Just then, Ye Xuan paused. “You… you’re just too weak! Someone as pathetic as you doesn’t deserve to die by my sword. If I were you, I’d buy a block of tofu and smash myself with it. So weak, I wouldn’t dare show my face!”
With that, he walked off.
Behind him, the man roared like a beast. “Damn sword cultivator, you dare insult me, you…”
Ye Xuan stopped and turned to him. “Come hit me! I’m begging you to beat me to death. I really want to die!”
The man stared at Ye Xuan like he was a demon, his soul trembling. “You…”
Ye Xuan shook his head slightly. “From now on, I won’t talk to you. You’re too weak to deserve it. I don’t speak to trash. Thanks!”
With that, he turned and left.
Little Tower: “…”
In the distance, the black-robed man was on the verge of madness!
This kind of humiliation—who could stand it? Anyone with a shred of pride couldn’t!
He charged at Ye Xuan, wanting only to kill him, even if it meant mutual destruction!
But at that moment, a woman appeared before him. With a wave of her sleeve, a mysterious force stopped him.
She wore a simple cloth dress, her long hair cascading behind her, her face beautiful, a faint fragrance about her. At her waist hung a white pouch with a small “Ning” embroidered on it.
The man glared at her. “Nan Ning, don’t stop me!”
The woman, Nan Ning, flicked her right hand.
**Slap!**
The man was sent flying by the slap. When he stopped, his soul was faint, nearly transparent!
At that moment, he snapped awake—and panicked!
He’d lost reason earlier, heedless of life or death. Now, clear-headed, he feared death again!
Nan Ning glanced coldly at him, then turned to Ye Xuan, who’d paused in the distance. “Sword cultivator!”
Ye Xuan studied her and grinned. “Are you from the top-ranked mercenary group, Jiangpan?”
Nan Ning looked at him. “Jiangpan!”
Ye Xuan nodded slightly. “Let’s skip the chatter. You’re clearly here on White Day City’s orders to kill me. So, single combat or a group fight? If it’s one-on-one, we duel. If it’s a brawl, I’ll call my people now!”
Nan Ning stared at Ye Xuan, silent.
Ye Xuan frowned. “What? Tough choice?”
Nan Ning suddenly asked, “Who are you?”
Ye Xuan froze, then burst out laughing.
Nan Ning’s brows furrowed. “What’s so funny?”
Ye Xuan looked at her, a mocking smile on his lips. “You don’t even know who I am, yet you dare come to kill me? Is everyone in Jiangpan brain-dead?”
Nan Ning’s eyes narrowed. With a wave of her sleeve, the space before her rippled, a terrifying force slicing through countless dimensions toward Ye Xuan!
Immensely powerful!
In the distance, Ye Xuan flicked his thumb.
The Qingxuan Sword flew out!
**Swoosh!**
The sword tore through the space before Ye Xuan, shredding Nan Ning’s force along with it!
Seeing this, Nan Ning’s brows furrowed.
Ye Xuan looked at her, sneering, “Know why White Cloak backed off from a duel?”
Nan Ning replied, “I’m a bit curious.”
Ye Xuan opened his palm, and the Qingxuan Sword flew to Nan Ning. “Woman, take a good look at this sword. Then ask yourself if your pathetic Six Realms world has anything like it!”
Pathetic Six Realms world?
Nan Ning frowned, giving Ye Xuan a cold glance before looking at the Qingxuan Sword. She hesitated, then grasped it. The moment she did, her face changed dramatically. She let go instinctively, her eyes filled with shock.
She’d sensed a terrifying, unknown presence in the sword!
Nan Ning looked up at Ye Xuan. “Who are you?”
Ye Xuan mocked, “Who am I?”
Little Tower suddenly chimed in, “You’re the ultimate second-gen! None compare!”
Ye Xuan: “…”
