Killing with words!
Village-level!
The Realm God’s face darkened. In the grand scheme of the Yang Clan, he was indeed a small fry. Not just the Middle World, even the Mysterious Pavilion was merely a fraction of the clan’s power.
Realizing this, the Realm God felt a surge of shame and anger. He glared at Ye Xuan, sneering, “Aren’t you just a bastard son?”
Bastard son!
Ye Xuan blinked, “You sure about that?”
The Realm God smirked, “If you weren’t a bastard, would you have been left to fend for yourself all these years? From what I know, the Sword Master barely pays you any mind, right?”
Ye Xuan fell silent.
He couldn’t argue with that.
Seeing Ye Xuan quiet, the Realm God pressed, “Ye Xuan, let’s be blunt. A bastard should know their place. You, a bastard, daring to covet the Yang Clan’s inheritance? Isn’t that laughable?”
Ye Xuan glanced at him, smiling, “You’ve never met my sister, have you?”
The Realm God frowned. Ye Xuan continued, “Of course you haven’t. A nobody like you—how could you have met my sister?”
“Haha!”
The Realm God burst into laughter. “Ye Xuan, you’re ridiculous—no, pitiful! You think the Eldest Miss has any sibling affection for you? Do you know why we dare to target you?”
Ye Xuan shook his head, “No idea!”
The Realm God sneered, “Because it’s the Eldest Miss’s orders!”
The Eldest Miss’s orders!
Ye Xuan’s expression remained calm.
His sister’s orders?
Impossible!
First, he and his sister had faced life-and-death together, their bond deep. Second, even with a hundred times the courage, she wouldn’t dare kill her brother!
After all, their father was still alive!
Even Ye Xuan wouldn’t dare target his sister without reason…
Clearly, the Realm God and his group were misinterpreting higher orders.
The Realm God was about to speak again when Ye Xuan chuckled, “No need for more talk!”
His voice fell, and he opened his palm. The Qingxuan Sword appeared, and his aura surged back to its peak.
Seeing this, the Realm God’s face darkened.
Tricked!
Ye Xuan had been stalling, buying time.
When he killed Si Junzhe earlier, Ye Xuan had used Instant Invincibility, which drained him heavily.
Facing the Realm God, he needed time to recover!
The Realm God glared, “You think you can—”
Before he finished, Ye Xuan thrust his sword!
Rip!
The space before Ye Xuan tore open, and he vanished from the existing universe!
Seeing this, the Realm God’s pupils shrank. He opened his palm, revealing a mirror. Simultaneously, tens of thousands of light beams shot up from Middle World City, converging into the mirror.
Boom!
The mirror blazed like the sun!
Ye Xuan slashed down!
Four afterimages appeared around the Realm God, who snarled, “Break!”
He flipped his hand, and the mirror unleashed a terrifying white light, engulfing the afterimages.
Boom!
A deafening explosion echoed through the heavens!
Rip, rip, rip, rip!
Four tearing sounds followed, shredding the white light. When it dissipated, the afterimages remained, but the Realm God bore four crisscrossing sword marks, his mirror shattered into pieces.
He stared at Ye Xuan in disbelief, “How… you’re just Upper God Realm. How could you kill me…”
He was a Supreme God!
Above Upper God was Supreme God, where faith power reached its personal limit—a vast gap from Upper God.
Yet Ye Xuan had slain him!
He’d seen Ye Xuan’s sword before and hadn’t underestimated it, activating the city’s guardian array for protection. But even with his full power and the array, he couldn’t block it!
Ye Xuan returned to his spot, wiping blood from the Qingxuan Sword’s tip with a silk cloth. He looked at the dying Realm God, chuckling, “That’s it?”
The crowd: “…”
The Realm God glared, “What sword technique is that?”
Ye Xuan sighed, “The Yang Clan was created by my father, and you don’t even recognize his sword technique. Looks like you’re less than an ant in the clan!”
The Realm God roared, “You can kill me, but don’t insult me!”
Ye Xuan grinned, “Alright!”
He swung his sword.
The Realm God was erased!
Seeing this, the Middle World’s powerhouses were dumbfounded!
Even the Realm God was instantly killed?
Not just them—Zhang Shi and the others were stunned too!
Especially Zhang Shi. When he first met Ye Xuan, he was certain he could’ve slapped him dead. Now, Ye Xuan could kill him instantly!
Growing this fast?
Zhang Shi glanced at the quiet Qingqiu beside him, giving a wry smile. These siblings were one freakier than the other.
After seeing Ye Xuan one-shot the Realm God, the Middle World powerhouses’ faces changed. They panicked.
With Ye Xuan’s terrifying strength, how could they fight?
Surrender?
Was it too late?
They exchanged glances.
Just then, the distant sky split open, and a shadowy figure slowly emerged!
Everyone turned to look. As the figure appeared, an invisible pressure swept down.
Ye Xuan frowned.
Damn it!
Another one?
The shadow solidified, and the entire Middle World seemed to blur.
Everyone’s expressions shifted!
Ye Xuan’s gaze grew solemn.
Once solid, the figure revealed an old man in a luxurious robe, long hair draped over his shoulders, hands behind his back. On his left chest was a small “High” character.
Seeing this, a Middle World powerhouse exclaimed, “High Lord!”
High Lord!
The Middle World powerhouses’ faces changed!
He was from the Mysterious Pavilion!
What was the Mysterious Pavilion?
To Upper God Realm powerhouses, it was an unreachable peak. Every ten years, the Pavilion selected top talents from various worlds, offering vast resources and terrifying cultivation methods. It oversaw universes like the Middle World—a circle of big shots!
And now, a High Lord had come!
The Middle World powerhouses knelt in respect.
Zhang Shi couldn’t help but curse, “Have you all lost your minds? Can’t the Young Master outrank a High Lord? Are you idiots?”
Young Master!
The Middle World powerhouses exchanged looks.
The High Lord turned to Zhang Shi, expressionless. Zhang Shi stood unfazed, edging closer to Qingqiu, saying calmly, “What are you looking at? My eyes are only on the Young Master, got it?”
He inched closer to Qingqiu.
Qingqiu glanced at him, silent.
The High Lord looked at Zhang Shi, calm. “A mere realm lord dares act brazen before me?”
His voice fell, and he waved his sleeve, sending a terrifying force toward Zhang Shi!
Ye Xuan rushed forward, slashing down!
Boom!
Sword light tore the sky, shattering the force.
The High Lord’s gaze landed on Ye Xuan, silent.
Ye Xuan grinned, “Looks like you’re here to kill me too!”
The High Lord replied, “Yes!”
No pretense!
Ye Xuan chuckled, opening his palm to reveal the storage ring from his father. “Know what this is?”
The High Lord glanced at it, calm. “No.”
Ye Xuan sighed, “My god, are you village-level in the Yang Clan too?”
The crowd: “…”
The High Lord’s face darkened.
Ye Xuan smiled, “Didn’t you come to kill me? Why aren’t you moving?”
The High Lord paused, then said, “Do you know who wants you dead?”
Ye Xuan frowned, “Not my dad, right?”
Green Shirt Sword Master: “…”
The High Lord glared, “It’s the Eldest Miss!”
The Eldest Miss!
Yang Nianxue!
Ye Xuan fell silent.
For a moment, he felt a twinge of doubt. Could his sister really mean it?
But then he reconsidered. It didn’t add up!
His sister had always been good to him, using countless divine items to save him, even risking her life for him!
He looked at the High Lord. “With your rank, can you even reach my sister?”
The High Lord’s expression froze.
Seeing this, Ye Xuan sighed, “Old man, really, I beg you—please, do some research before acting! Investigate!”
He took a deep breath, then said earnestly, “I’ll be honest. My sister and I are close—really close. We’ve faced life and death together! I’m not a bastard either. I’m my father’s only son, I…”
The High Lord cut in, “If you’re not a bastard, why is your surname Ye, not Yang? Explain that!”
Ye Xuan fell silent.
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