The battle erupted.
The Forbidden City’s seventeen guards united to attack Ye Wushuang, aiming to suppress this unrivaled master.
Killing intent filled the air.
Each of the seventeen wielded a cold iron spear, their combined assault shaking the heavens.
Within a ten-meter radius around Ye Wushuang, spear shadows blanketed the area.
“Kill!”
The seventeen roared in unison, their spears striking like thunder toward Ye Wushuang.
The scene was terrifying.
This was a clash of immortal cultivators, too much for the spectators, who retreated further, fearing the fallout.
Ye Wushuang stood calm, his hands gently moving, deflecting every attack.
The sight was chilling.
He was facing the combined assault of seventeen immortal cultivators.
After enduring over a hundred strikes, Ye Wushuang’s aura suddenly shifted.
“Boom!”
A golden light exploded from him.
The seventeen guards were thrown back.
Ye Wushuang, like a war god clad in golden armor, glowed with an aura of mystery and power.
The guards’ hairs stood on end, gripped by unease.
They felt an invincible kingly presence from Ye Wushuang.
Ye Qiu was stunned, “Too strong. Just his aura blasted away seventeen immortal cultivators. Truly terrifying!”
War God’s eyes gleamed, saying to Old Master Ye, “It seems Wushuang’s cultivation has soared over these twenty years.”
“Of course,” Old Master Ye laughed, “Whose son do you think he is?”
Can’t you stop bragging?
War God glared at Old Master Ye, feeling exasperated.
“Too strong,” Dragon Lady marveled, “Unmatched in the world, his name holds true.”
Ye Wudi chuckled, “Honey, I’ve decided. When I’m as strong as Big Brother, I’ll call myself ‘World Invincible.’”
Dragon Lady scoffed, “When you can beat me, then you can call yourself that. I mean in bed.”
Ye Wudi: “…”
On the other side.
Dragon One stared in horror.
“What’s Ye Wushuang’s cultivation? How is his combat power so terrifying?”
Seeing the seventeen guards hesitate in fear, Dragon One’s anger flared.
“What are you standing there for?”
“If he doesn’t die, we do.”
“Go, kill him.”
The seventeen guards gritted their teeth, gripping their spears, releasing a terrifying aura, advancing on Ye Wushuang in unison.
Ye Wushuang sneered at the sight.
“A rabble, overestimating themselves.”
With those words, he pressed a palm forward, a golden light bursting from his hand, enveloping the guards.
Instantly, their steps faltered, their straight backs bending as if under a mountain’s weight.
One move subdued seventeen!
Ye Wushuang, in his snow-white robes, stood invincible, igniting the blood of Ye Qiu and the others, their excitement surging.
And then.
Ye Wushuang pressed his palm forward again.
The guards couldn’t withstand the pressure, their knees buckling, on the verge of kneeling.
The scene was staggering.
The prominent family members felt a chill, their bodies trembling.
“Argh…”
The seventeen guards roared, refusing to yield, but it was futile. Their backs bent further, knees creaking, about to hit the ground.
Finally, Dragon One couldn’t stand it.
He’d summoned these guards. If they knelt to Ye Wushuang, where would his face be?
Where would the Forbidden City’s dignity go?
Dragon One extended his right hand, and a cold gleam shot from the hall, landing in his palm.
A radiant treasure blade.
Holding it, Dragon One leaped, slashing at Ye Wushuang.
Boom!
Countless sharp blade qi, over ten meters long, poured like a breached galaxy.
“Die!”
Dragon One roared, aiming to cleave Ye Wushuang in one strike.
Admittedly, the strike was formidable. A master with nine strands of true qi would be shredded.
Yet, the blade qi was blocked by the golden light around Ye Wushuang.
Seeing his attack fail, Dragon One gripped the blade with both hands, slashing again with force.
Ye Wushuang remained calm, as if oblivious, slowly raising his left hand, extending two fingers.
Dragon One, enraged by the gesture, felt insulted.
“Courting death!”
He poured more power into the blade, its peerless edge crashing down.
Swish!
Ye Wushuang caught the blade between two fingers.
What?
Dragon One was shocked, tugging hard, but the blade, clamped by Ye Wushuang’s fingers, wouldn’t budge, as if rooted.
Ye Wushuang looked at him, smirking.
“You’re too weak.”
With a light twist of his fingers, “ding,” the blade snapped in two.
Dragon One, undeterred, swung the broken blade down again.
Ye Wushuang threw a left fist.
“Bang!”
Dragon One spat blood, flying backward.
Suddenly, Ye Wushuang opened his fist, spreading his fingers, and lightly grasped at Dragon One.
Instantly, Dragon One, still flying back, was pulled back by a massive force to Ye Wushuang’s front.
Ye Wushuang pressed his left hand down.
“Thud.”
Dragon One knelt before him, completely suppressed.
“Argh…”
Dragon One screamed, eyes wide with rage, hair whipping wildly in the wind.
He used all his strength to stand, but before he could, Ye Wushuang’s foot pressed him down again.
Crack!
Dragon One’s ribs snapped, blood spilling from his mouth.
After subduing him, Ye Wushuang’s gaze turned to the seventeen guards.
Their spines were nearly broken by his divine pressure, knees inching closer to the ground, about to kneel.
“Argh…”
The guards, unwilling, roared again, their blood surging like a stormy sea.
They resisted desperately, but it was useless against Ye Wushuang.
Though alone, he was like the master of this world.
As the master, he tolerated no defiance.
The seventeen guards despaired, blood streaming from their mouths, unable to hold on, preparing to kneel in humiliation.
At that moment, Ye Wushuang turned his right palm into a fist and struck.
“Boom!”
The seventeen guards turned to blood mist, perishing instantly, their bodies and souls extinguished.
