Ye Wushuang stood with his right foot on Dragon One’s back, like a divine king sweeping the heavens, his peerless mastery on full display.
An eternal image.
White robes like snow, unmatched in the world!
“Dragon One, I take back what I said earlier.”
“You’re not trash.”
“You’re garbage!”
Ye Wushuang mocked.
“Argh…”
Dragon One roared, hands pushing against the ground, knees straining, his back slowly arching.
Thud!
Ye Wushuang’s foot shook lightly, pressing Dragon One back down, blood spurting from his mouth.
“Argh…”
Dragon One kept resisting.
This time, a terrifying aura erupted from his back, black mist swirling as he desperately tried to break free from Ye Wushuang’s foot.
But no matter how he struggled, Ye Wushuang’s foot was like a mountain, unyielding.
“Aaah—”
Dragon One’s eyes blazed red, roaring with unwillingness, his heart filled with both fury and frustration.
He couldn’t believe that, twenty years ago, he was no match for Ye Wushuang, and now, after all these years, he still wasn’t.
So hateful!
So infuriating!
Dragon One shouted, “Ye Wushuang, you used underhanded tactics to ambush me. You’re despicable. If you’ve got the guts, let me go, and fight me fairly.”
Shameless.
Ye Qiu cursed inwardly.
Everyone had seen Ye Wushuang directly suppress Dragon One with one foot, no trickery involved.
Master Longbrow couldn’t hold back, “Dragon One, you have the nerve to say that? You’re more shameless than me.”
Ye Wudi, knowing Ye Wushuang’s temperament, urged, “Big Brother, don’t waste time with him. Finish him off.”
Ye Wushuang didn’t kill Dragon One immediately but kicked him away.
Bang!
Dragon One flew dozens of meters, quickly scrambling up, wiping blood from his mouth, and glaring at Ye Wushuang darkly, “Ye Wushuang, you’re too arrogant.”
“If you’d killed me just now, I might’ve died by your hand. But you let me go.”
“I’m telling you, your death is near.”
Ye Wushuang sneered, “No matter what tricks you have, it doesn’t change that you’re trash. Show me what you’ve got.”
Dragon One said grimly, “Fine, I’ll let you witness the Forbidden City’s true foundation.”
Foundation?
Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed, wondering if the Forbidden City had some hidden trump card.
Dragon One shouted, “Eighteen Guards, come forth!”
Boom—
A terrifying aura erupted from the great hall.
Then, figures emerged.
One, two, three…
Eighteen in total!
Each was tall, wearing golden helmets and armor, wielding cold iron spears.
From their faces, they appeared at least a hundred years old.
Yet, there was no trace of age in their demeanor. Their faces were stern, their auras like dragons, like demon kings, exuding chilling killing intent that made hearts tremble.
Step, step, step…
The eighteen moved in perfect unison, their steps like divine drums, causing the crowd to shudder.
Ye Qiu sucked in a breath. The aura from these eighteen was no weaker than Dragon One’s.
“How does the Forbidden City have so many immortal cultivators?”
Ye Qiu glanced at Ye Wushuang, his heart tightening with worry.
The prominent family leaders, seeing these figures, grew excited, some nearly tearing up.
“Great, I knew the Forbidden City, the world’s strongest force, had a trump card.”
“With these eighteen masters, Ye Wushuang is doomed.”
“Ye Wushuang must die, or once he destroys the Forbidden City, he’ll come for us. We’ll all be finished.”
Dragon One sneered coldly, “These eighteen are the Forbidden City’s guards.”
“Their purpose is to protect the Forbidden City.”
“Ye Wushuang, you dared to provoke me. You’re dead.”
The eighteen guards stood expressionless behind Dragon One, like eighteen mountains, suffocating the crowd.
“Mere trash, not worth mentioning!”
Ye Wushuang glanced at the eighteen guards and looked away, as if they were nothing but ants in his eyes.
“You arrogant Ye Wushuang, still cocky on death’s door. Let’s see how much you’re really worth,” Dragon One said, his face darkening, waving his hand, “Go!”
The lead guard acted instantly, charging at Ye Wushuang like lightning.
Five meters away, he thrust his cold iron spear.
Instantly, hundreds of spear shadows enveloped Ye Wushuang.
Facing this powerful attack, Ye Wushuang’s expression didn’t waver. He slowly raised his right hand, extending his index and middle fingers.
Then, he slashed.
A streak of light flashed like lightning.
“Clang!”
A sword’s cry rang out.
The next second, the hundreds of spear shadows vanished.
All eyes turned to the guard, now holding half a spear, frozen in place.
Three seconds passed.
“Crack!”
A sound rang out as the guard’s golden helmet and dark armor shattered.
A small crack appeared at his brow, blood seeping out.
It started small, then widened, splitting from his brow through his nose, lips, neck, chest, and navel…
In the end, a whole body was cleaved in two.
Blood stained the snow-covered ground.
The spectators froze, even the prominent family heads losing their composure.
Some looked despairing, others collapsed, and some fainted from fear.
Ye Wushuang was too strong.
Strong enough to inspire despair.
Ye Qiu and the others, however, were fired up.
Dragon One’s face grew heavy. He knew this guard’s strength, yet he couldn’t withstand a single blow from Ye Wushuang.
“What’s your cultivation level?” Dragon One couldn’t help but ask, a question long on his mind.
“Want to know?” Ye Wushuang smiled faintly, “Try and find out.”
“Hmph, Ye Wushuang, don’t think killing one guard means you’ll survive.”
“Today, I’ll stop at nothing to kill you.”
“I’ll show the world that anyone who opposes the Forbidden City, no matter who they are or how strong, will meet a bad end.”
Dragon One turned to the remaining seventeen guards, “All of you, kill him!”
Boom!
The seventeen guards attacked together, targeting Ye Wushuang.
