Instant kill!
Beside Ye Xuan, the little girl was completely stunned.
She stared at the woman in the plain dress, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.
The old man across from them was even more shocked.
He hadn’t even noticed how a sword had pierced his forehead!
At that moment, the woman in the plain dress opened her palm, and the storage ring on the old man’s hand floated to her. She picked it up and handed it to Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan: “…”
The woman smiled faintly. “Let’s go!”
Ye Xuan nodded.
The three continued forward.
Behind them, the old man was utterly bewildered, pinned by a strand of sword light, completely immobilized.
At that moment, his fear was absolute.
He had no ability to resist her. Just how powerful was she?
The more he thought, the more terrified he became!
In the distance, the little girl beside Ye Xuan occasionally glanced at Qing’er, her eyes filled with fear.
She now understood why that black sword didn’t dare act—it wasn’t because of Ye Xuan, but this woman!
The little girl glanced at Ye Xuan. This man had a powerful backer!
On the way, Ye Xuan checked the old man’s storage ring, his lips curling slightly. The ring contained tens of billions of cosmic veins.
A fortune!
Ye Xuan couldn’t help but glance at Qing’er. Following her was like clearing a game with cheats!
Soon, the three arrived before an ancient city.
The city was desolate, its walls overgrown with moss, exuding an eerie, ghostly aura.
The little girl suddenly said, “The Yin Emperor City!”
Looking at it, her eyes flashed with complexity. Once, this place had been glorious, but now it was so desolate!
Suddenly, her pupils shrank in horror. “Watch out! It’s a Spectral Spirit!”
As her voice fell, a black shadow appeared at the city gate, wielding a massive scythe, its long hair dragging on the ground.
A Spectral Spirit!
The little girl stared at it, her eyes full of fear. “This is a Spectral Spirit from the Boundless Universe—a Spirit General!”
Ye Xuan looked at the panicked girl and smiled faintly. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
The little girl: “…”
In the distance, the Spectral Spirit slowly approached them. As it did, a massive black cloud appeared above its head, spreading toward Ye Xuan and the others!
The little girl stared at it. “This Spectral Spirit wields the Death Domain! See that black cloud? That’s the legendary Death Domain. Once enveloped, you’re trapped forever, unable to escape!”
Ye Xuan nodded and looked at the spirit. “Surrender now, and you still have a chance!”
The little girl turned to Ye Xuan, stunned.
At that moment, the Spectral Spirit turned into a blur and vanished.
Instantly, the black cloud loomed over their heads, and a blood-red slash aimed straight for Ye Xuan’s throat!
Ye Xuan’s pupils constricted.
In that moment, he felt as if his head had already flown off!
The slash was faster than anything he’d ever seen!
Ye Xuan’s heart trembled. What kind of terrifying speed was this? He had no chance to fight back!
Just as the red slash was half an inch from his throat—
Swoosh!
The distant city wall shuddered violently, and a shadow was pinned to it!
It was the Spectral Spirit!
At that moment, it was nailed to the wall by a sword.
The black cloud above Ye Xuan and the others vanished, as if it had never existed.
The little girl beside Ye Xuan was dumbfounded. She turned to the woman in the plain dress. “You… holy…”
Ye Xuan: “…”
Qing’er’s expression remained calm. She glanced at the little girl. “What?”
The little girl swallowed hard and said, “You’re… this powerful?”
Qing’er nodded. “Yes.”
The little girl: “…”
In the distance, the Spectral Spirit rasped, “Who… are you?!”
Its voice was filled with terror!
Ye Xuan smiled faintly. “Ye Xuan!”
The spirit snapped, “I wasn’t asking you!”
Ye Xuan’s expression froze. He shook his head. “Qing’er, kill it. It’s rude.”
Qing’er waved her sleeve.
Boom!
The Spectral Spirit was erased!
The little girl glanced at Ye Xuan, silent.
Qing’er opened her palm, and a storage ring floated from the spirit’s body to her hand. She placed it in Ye Xuan’s.
Ye Xuan laughed heartily, then took Qing’er’s hand and walked into the city.
The little girl suddenly called out, “Careful, there’s a restriction!”
As her voice fell, Qing’er waved her sleeve.
Boom!
The entire city wall collapsed, along with countless mysterious, eerie black runes. With that wave, all the restrictions in the city vanished.
Seeing this, the little girl collapsed to the ground. “My God…”
…
Inside the city, Ye Xuan found it in ruins. Corpses littered the streets—some intact, others reduced to bones.
It had been too long!
Ye Xuan held Qing’er’s hand tightly and said softly, “It seems a brutal battle happened here long ago.”
Qing’er glanced around, her expression calm.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura spread from the end of the street.
Ye Xuan frowned. The aura was identical to the previous one—another Spectral Spirit.
A shadowy figure appeared before them. Before it could speak, a sword flashed through the air, piercing its forehead!
Swoosh!
The shadow was pinned to a nearby house!
Qing’er opened her palm, and a storage ring flew from the spirit’s body to her hand. She handed it to Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan: “…”
The little girl glanced at Qing’er, her expression odd.
In the distance, the Spectral Spirit cried out in terror, “Who are you?!”
Ye Xuan smiled. “Ye Xuan!”
The spirit roared, “I wasn’t asking you!”
Qing’er frowned slightly and waved her sleeve.
Boom!
The spirit was erased.
The little girl looked at Ye Xuan, silent.
Qing’er took Ye Xuan’s hand and walked on. Soon, they reached a plaza with a massive stone pillar. At its top, a middle-aged man was impaled.
Seeing him, the little girl trembled. “Clan Leader…”
The Yin Emperor Clan Leader!
Ye Xuan glanced at him. The clan leader was in a pitiful state, impaled for who knows how many years!
It seemed the ancient war between the Ten Thousand Clans and the mysterious forces of the Boundless Universe had been brutal.
The Yin Emperor Clan Leader slowly opened his eyes, his gaze landing on Ye Xuan. “King of the Human Clan!”
Ye Xuan nodded.
The clan leader, after a moment of silence, said, “The Human Clan has a worthy successor!”
The little girl suddenly spoke up. “Clan Leader, is there hope for our Yin Emperor Clan?”
Hope?
The clan leader looked into the distance, a self-mocking smile on his face. “The Yin Emperor Clan… has no hope left.”
The little girl quickly pointed at Ye Xuan. “Clan Leader, let him be our leader! If he becomes the king of our Yin Emperor Clan, we’ll have hope!”
She had seen it clearly!
Ye Xuan wasn’t particularly strong, but the woman beside him was terrifyingly powerful!
Hearing this, the clan leader looked at Ye Xuan. He hesitated, about to speak, when the little girl hurriedly said, “Clan Leader, don’t look at him—look at this sister!”
Ye Xuan’s face darkened.
Hearing the little girl, the clan leader turned to the woman in the plain dress. He frowned, unable to see through her.
The little girl added, “Clan Leader, don’t overthink it! Our Yin Emperor Clan is already like this—what’s there to lose? Just let this brother be our leader!”
The clan leader hesitated.
Though the Yin Emperor Clan was in decline, it still had some foundation. Handing it to an outsider made him uneasy.
Seeing his hesitation, the little girl grew frantic. “Clan Leader, miss this chance, and there won’t be another!”
At that moment, the base of the stone pillar stirred. A shadowy figure rose.
A Yin Spirit!
This one had a purple ribbon around its forehead, wielding a crimson-gold scythe.
Seeing it, the little girl’s face changed. She darted to Ye Xuan’s side but, thinking better of it, ran to Qing’er’s.
Ye Xuan: “…”
The little girl said gravely, “This is a High-Level Spirit General, incredibly terrifying!”
Her voice was filled with fear.
She had witnessed this spirit’s horror in that ancient war, slaughtering the Yin Emperor Clan mercilessly.
It was a nightmare she couldn’t shake.
Qing’er glanced at the little girl. Seeing her look, the little girl hesitated, then said, “Sister… this one’s really strong. Be careful!”
Qing’er nodded. “Alright.”
Ye Xuan: “…”
In the distance, the High-Level Spirit General rasped, “Become the king of the Yin Emperor Clan?”
It looked at Ye Xuan. “You sure?”
Ye Xuan nodded. “Sure.”
The spirit sneered. “On what grounds?”
Ye Xuan thought for a moment, then raised Qing’er’s hand. “On my sister!”
The spirit turned to Qing’er, noticing the Destiny Sword hovering beside her. It scoffed, “Woman, I’ll let you have three strikes!”
Ye Xuan: “…”
