The world fell silent.
Everyone’s faces were frozen in shock.
In that moment, they seemed to forget how to breathe, all staring dumbfounded at Ye Wushuang.
What is a king?
This is!
Whether twenty years ago or twenty years later, Ye Wushuang remained overwhelmingly invincible, undefeatable.
Long Yi, pinned under Ye Wushuang’s foot, watched the blood mist in the air, his heart trembling.
He hadn’t expected the Forbidden City’s guards to be obliterated by Ye Wushuang’s single punch.
What now?
Despair crept into Long Yi’s heart. He knew that after Ye Wushuang dealt with the guards, he would be next.
I can’t die. I’m the lord of the Forbidden City. If I die, where will the city’s honour stand?
In the underworld, I’d have no face to meet my ancestors.
I must find a way to survive.
With this thought, Long Yi began to struggle desperately.
Argh…
Long Yi roared, his hair standing on end, his blood surging like a river, his bones cracking like a stampede of horses.
At the same time, a torrent of black mist erupted from his body.
He struggled with all his might.
Yet, Ye Wushuang’s foot on his chest was like an unyielding anchor, immovable.
Stop struggling, it’s useless.
Ye Wushuang said calmly, You may be a cultivator, but before me, you’re as weak as an ant.
Weak as an ant?
Hearing this, Long Yi’s eyes blazed with fury, veins bulging on his forehead.
He was the lord of the Forbidden City, a mighty cultivator, yet someone dared call him an ant. How could he bear it?
Ye Wushuang, do you really think I have no way to kill you? Let me go if you dare.
Bang!
Ye Wushuang kicked Long Yi away.
Ye Wudi, alarmed, hurriedly said, Big Brother, don’t let Long Yi go…
No matter, Ye Wushuang looked at Long Yi, Bring out all the Forbidden City’s trump cards. I, Ye Wushuang, will take them all on.
Cough, cough…
Long Yi, coughing up blood, crawled up from the ground, sneering darkly, Ye Wushuang, since you’re seeking death, I’ll grant your wish.
With that, Long Yi vanished in a streak of light, darting back into the great hall.
His actions surprised the onlookers.
What’s Long Yi doing?
Is he trying to escape?
Wushuang, don’t let him get away, the War God warned, If he escapes, the consequences will be endless. Be careful not to leave the roots unpulled, lest they grow again in the spring breeze.
Don’t worry, he won’t escape, Ye Wushuang said calmly, standing still.
Moments later.
Boom!
A earth-shaking roar came from the hall, as if a beast had broken free, stirring the hearts of all.
What happened?
Everyone’s eyes fixed on the hall’s entrance, unblinking.
About three minutes passed.
Long Yi emerged from the hall.
Now, he wore golden battle armour, wielding a golden sword, his entire being like a figure forged in gold, heroic and extraordinary.
Ye Wushuang’s gaze lingered on the sword for two seconds, softly asking, The Nation’s Sword?
You’ve got some knowledge, Long Yi said proudly, My ancestors built the Forbidden City with this sword.
With this sword in hand, my combat strength triples.
Ye Wushuang, let’s see if you can still be as arrogant as ever.
Ye Wushuang’s expression didn’t waver.
Long Yi, you’re too weak. No matter if it’s this divine sword or anything else, it can’t change the Forbidden City’s fate of destruction today.
With that, Ye Wushuang struck first, thrusting out a palm.
Boom!
The air exploded, a massive force seeming to tear through space itself, enveloping Long Yi.
Break!
Long Yi raised his sword to the sky, and instantly, the Nation’s Sword unleashed hundreds of dazzling sword beams.
Each beam stretched three metres, sharp beyond compare.
Crack!
Ye Wushuang’s force was shattered in an instant.
Long Yi laughed smugly, Ye Wushuang, try being arrogant now!
The noble families watching this scene lit up with hope, their despair turning to excitement, silently praying for Long Yi to kill Ye Wushuang quickly.
Long Yi, let me see the Nation’s Sword’s edge.
As Ye Wushuang spoke, he flashed forward, appearing before Long Yi, lightly pressing a palm toward him.
Seeing Ye Wushuang’s boldness, Long Yi was furious.
Seeking death.
Clang!
The sword slashed at Ye Wushuang’s palm.
With a clang, Ye Wushuang’s palm met the Nation’s Sword head-on, and Long Yi staggered back.
Step, step, step…
Long Yi retreated seven or eight steps before steadying himself, clearly sensing Ye Wushuang hadn’t used full strength.
At that moment, a cry came from the crowd.
Look, Ye Wushuang’s injured!
Long Yi quickly looked up, seeing blood dripping from Ye Wushuang’s palm.
Ye Wushuang was wounded by the Nation’s Sword!
Long Yi’s confidence surged. Though he felt Ye Wushuang hadn’t gone all out, injuring him at this point gave Long Yi a glimpse of victory.
Ye Wushuang, you’re a sword master. You can use a sword too, or you’ll soon die by my hand, Long Yi declared loudly.
Ye Qiu stepped forward, offering the Emperor’s Sword to Ye Wushuang, Father, this is the Emperor’s Sword Chixiao, it should counter the Nation’s Sword.
But Ye Wushuang didn’t even glance at it, refusing outright, No need.
I only wanted to test the Nation’s Sword’s sharpness.
Now, it seems, it’s nothing special.
As he spoke, the wound on Ye Wushuang’s palm vanished in a second, his hand restored.
The crowd was stunned.
Ye Wushuang shouted, Long Yi, come again.
Kill! Long Yi charged, the Nation’s Sword erupting with countless sword shadows, thrusting forward, filling the sky with blades.
Terrifying to the extreme.
Ye Wushuang ignored it, extending his right index and middle fingers, forming a sword shape, meeting the Nation’s Sword.
Boom!
Ye Wushuang’s finger-sword struck the Nation’s Sword, and in the next second, the Nation’s Sword shattered inch by inch.
What?
Long Yi’s face was full of horror, no longer caring for dignity or pride, turning to flee.
Only then did Long Yi realise one truth, Ye Wushuang was invincible.
Only by escaping could he survive.
You can’t escape.
Ye Wushuang thrust a palm from afar, and instantly, Long Yi spat blood, his golden armour cracking.
Then, Ye Wushuang unleashed several more palms, breaking Long Yi’s bones, displacing his organs, a gruesome sight.
Ye Wushuang controlled his strength precisely, not killing Long Yi outright, as if deliberately tormenting him.
Finally, Ye Wushuang kicked Long Yi away, and while he was still in the air, raised his finger-sword.
Long Yi, this ends here!
As Ye Wushuang’s finger-sword was about to strike, suddenly—
