Boom!
The Guardian’s aura shifted dramatically.
Standing in the air, enveloped in a layer of white light, wielding the dragon-patterned spear, he resembled a divine being.
Holy and inviolable.
In that moment, the elite families felt an overwhelming pressure. Their knees, already bent, gave way, and they collapsed like dogs crawling on the ground.
Some frail, elderly family heads were knocked unconscious by the force.
Then, the Guardian’s voice thundered like a storm, shaking the heavens.
Ye Wushuang, you’ve truly impressed me. In all my years, you’re the first Venerable Realm cultivator to challenge me this long.
Ye Wushuang leaped onto the city wall, his face expressionless, Believe it or not, I can not only challenge you but kill you?
Insolent! the Guardian roared, I only used half my strength earlier.
What? That intense fight was only half his strength?
Hearing this, Ye Qiu and the others found it unimaginable, their hearts in their throats.
Yet Ye Wushuang’s stance remained unyielding, Whether you used half or all your strength, I’ll cut you down today.
Guardian, stop wasting time.
Let’s end this quickly!
Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll oblige, the Guardian said, shaking his arm.
Instantly, the dragon-patterned spear seemed to come alive, releasing an unparalleled sharpness.
A chilling aura. Boundless killing intent.
Clang!
The Guardian shot forward like an arrow, carrying immense force, charging at Ye Wushuang.
The dragon-patterned spear swept out, its glow staining the sky red, as if blood were boiling.
This was a King Realm master’s ultimate attack, a single thrust with the power to annihilate all.
Golden light swirled in Ye Wushuang’s eyes, like twin divine lamps, radiant and dazzling, his fighting spirit surging.
Kill!
Ye Wushuang charged with his sword.
Whoosh!
A blood-red spear glow grazed past Ye Wushuang, leaving a massive hole in the city wall.
Then, a barrage of spear glows rained down, dense as a storm, terrifying to the extreme.
Ye Wushuang’s calm face finally showed a trace of gravity as he began to counter with full force.
Boom!
Another spear glow skimmed his shoulder, demolishing half the wall.
Ye Qiu’s expression changed.
The Guardian’s attacks were too fierce, and the battle had only just begun.
For safety, Ye Qiu led Old Master Ye and Elder Tang back further, stopping at the city gate to avoid the battle’s shockwaves.
Ye Wushuang, I’ve only used sixty percent of my strength now. I hope you can force me to go all out.
But it seems you can’t.
As I said, below the King Realm, all are ants.
The Guardian kept wielding the dragon-patterned spear, bringing a tsunami-like force, descending from the air, hundreds of spear glows sealing all of Ye Wushuang’s escape routes.
Finally, the Guardian used the spear like a club, smashing it down.
Ye Wushuang raised his sword to block.
Clang!
The clash of weapons sounded like ghostly wails.
Ye Wushuang’s chest churned with blood, a trickle spilling from his lips as he retreated.
The Guardian gave no respite, twisting his palm after the smash. The dragon-patterned spear pierced through the void like lightning, aiming for Ye Wushuang’s heart.
Ye Wushuang retreated again.
The Guardian’s spear pressed forward relentlessly, shifting its aim to Ye Wushuang’s forehead, intent on pinning him.
The spear’s tip grew even sharper.
Ye Qiu, watching, held his breath.
The Guardian’s strike was too domineering, its glow illuminating the heavens, like a blazing sun, unmatched in might.
Ye Wushuang kept retreating.
But the spear’s tip drew closer.
In a blink, the Guardian’s spear was just five metres from Ye Wushuang.
At that moment, a drop of blood appeared on Ye Wushuang’s forehead, trickling down his nose, wounded by the spear’s sharp aura.
Father…
Ye Qiu clenched his fists, wishing he could block the Guardian’s attack for Ye Wushuang.
But his cultivation was too weak, rushing in would not only fail to help but distract Ye Wushuang.
Soon, Ye Wushuang was just fifty metres from the city gate.
Let’s see how far you can retreat, the Guardian sneered, If you keep backing up, the first to die won’t be you, but your father and son.
One strike from me, and they’ll be reduced to ashes.
Boom!
Ye Wushuang suddenly stopped, and under the Guardian’s shocked gaze, he tossed aside his sword, raised his fist, and met the dragon-patterned spear.
Everyone was stunned.
Is he mad?
Using a fist against a spear, that’s suicide.
The Guardian didn’t understand. At this life-or-death moment, where did Ye Wushuang find the courage to fight with his fist?
His dragon-patterned spear was razor-sharp; if it hit Ye Wushuang’s fist, it would shatter it instantly.
Was he, knowing he couldn’t win, just giving up?
Fine, since you seek death, I’ll send you on your way.
The Guardian sneered, thrusting the spear forward, striking Ye Wushuang’s fist.
Bang!
After a loud crash, the Guardian was shocked to find Ye Wushuang’s fist intact.
This…
Before the Guardian could recover, a faint crack sounded from the dragon-patterned spear.
Crack!
The Guardian looked down, seeing a fissure at the spear’s tip.
He cracked my weapon with his fist?
The Guardian was dazed.
He couldn’t fathom how Ye Wushuang, with a lower realm, had such perverse combat strength.
The Guardian even wondered if Ye Wushuang was hiding his cultivation, or how could his fist be so tough?
While the Guardian was distracted, Ye Wushuang’s fist struck again.
I don’t believe a flesh-and-blood body can outmatch my spear.
The Guardian quickly channelled power into the dragon-patterned spear, clashing fiercely with Ye Wushuang.
Bang!
Ye Wushuang’s fist, wrapped in dense golden light, became like a peerless weapon, striking the spear, sparks flying.
Ye Wushuang unleashed his might.
He threw seventeen punches in one breath, finally shattering the dragon-patterned spear with his fist.
Boom!
Ye Wushuang followed with an eighteenth punch, like a tidal wave, slamming toward the Guardian.
Without his spear, the Guardian met it with his palm.
But as his palm touched Ye Wushuang’s fist, a wild force surged into his meridians.
The next second, blood trickled from the Guardian’s mouth, his body flying backward.
Ye Wushuang didn’t pursue, standing atop the city wall, hands behind his back, spitting out a cold remark.
King Realm master? Nothing more!
