The sudden turn of events stunned the crowd.
The Guardian stood in the air, a massive dragon shadow appearing behind him.
“Dragon aura!” the War God exclaimed.
Was this the dragon aura of a cultivator?
Ye Qiu paused his enlightenment, looking up at the dragon shadow with curiosity.
He noticed the dragon aura was strikingly similar to his innate true qi, just on a larger scale.
The dragon aura behind the Guardian was three zhang long, complete with dragon head, horns, eyes, whiskers, body, claws, and scales.
It was lifelike, as if a real dragon!
And this was only the beginning.
“Roar!”
The earth-shaking dragon roar continued, one after another, as more massive dragon shadows emerged behind the Guardian.
Two, three, four…
Ten.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Forty.
In no time, forty dragon auras floated behind the Guardian, and they kept coming.
Forty-one.
Forty-two.
Forty-three.
Up to forty-nine dragon auras appeared before stopping!
Forty-nine dragon auras hovered behind the Guardian, filling the sky, their roars chilling and shaking the mortal world.
The scene was utterly terrifying.
“Argh…”
Some onlookers, unable to withstand the pressure emanating from the Guardian, cried out in pain.
Others bled from their orifices.
The Guardian, holding his war spear, dragon auras swirling around him, his eyes fearsome, looked like a lofty deity.
Ye Wushuang said gravely, “King Realm mid-stage!”
What?
Ye Qiu’s heart sank. The Guardian was a mid-stage King Realm master, how could they fight?
“The Guardian’s realm is so much higher than Father’s. Can Father still win?”
Ye Qiu was deeply worried.
At the city gate, Ye Family Elder and the War God showed unprecedented solemnity.
“Ye Wushuang, forcing me to use my full strength, I must admit, you’re impressive.”
“But your cultivation is too weak.”
“Today, you won’t escape death.”
“My fate is mine, not yours.” Ye Wushuang acted, his fists charging forward.
His white robes fluttered in the wind.
Ye Wushuang unleashed thirty-six punches in one breath, golden light exploding from his fists, dominating the world with unmatched ferocity.
“Roar!”
A dragon roar sounded, a dragon shadow coiling around the war spear as the Guardian swung it.
The battle erupted.
Swish!
With the dragon aura’s aid, the spear’s edge sharpened tenfold, breaking through Ye Wushuang’s fists and striking down.
“Pfft!”
Blood sprayed from Ye Wushuang’s shoulder, his arm nearly severed.
Bones exposed, the sight was gruesome.
Yet Ye Wushuang didn’t retreat, his fists fierce and unyielding, pressing toward the Guardian.
“Swish!”
The air screeched sharply as the spear struck again.
“Pfft!”
Blood splattered, Ye Wushuang’s abdomen pierced by the spear, sending him flying back.
“Father!” Ye Qiu shouted, rushing to catch him.
But upon catching Ye Wushuang, he was knocked back.
Both crashed at the city gate.
Ye Wushuang quickly got up, turning to Ye Qiu, “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Ye Qiu said, concerned, “Father, how are you?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not dead yet.”
Ye Wushuang stood, walking steadily forward, saying, “Guardian, I need a favour.”
“You want me to leave you an intact corpse?” the Guardian sneered coldly, “Too late.”
“If you’d killed yourself earlier, I might’ve left you whole.”
“Now, I’ll grind your bones to dust.”
“You misunderstand,” Ye Wushuang interrupted, “I’ve created a sword technique, not yet perfected. I’d like your help to refine it.”
As he spoke, a peerless sharpness erupted from Ye Wushuang, like a divine sword unsheathed.
“Roar!”
A dragon roar sounded.
Ye Wushuang released his dragon aura, thirty-six radiant dragon shadows hovering behind him.
Then, he stepped forward, appearing atop the city wall, his hands swiftly forming seals.
The thirty-six dragon shadows behind him began to emit sword-whistling sounds, as if they weren’t dragon auras but sword auras.
“Guardian, take this!”
Ye Wushuang waved his sword finger, with a “zheng,” one dragon aura turned razor-sharp, slashing through the air at the Guardian.
The Guardian countered, thrusting his spear, a terrifying aura filling the heavens.
The battle erupted.
“Zheng, zheng, zheng…”
Sword whistles rang out.
Ye Wushuang stood on the city wall, his dragon auras transforming into sword auras, slashing out beams dozens of zhang long.
Utterly fearsome.
The Guardian fought with all his might, resisting fiercely.
It lasted minutes.
“Argh…”
Suddenly, the Guardian let out a cry, flying back, his war spear severed by Ye Wushuang’s sword aura.
A blood mark appeared on his chest.
“What, the Guardian, so strong, can’t stop Ye Wushuang?”
The crowd felt chills.
In a blink, the Guardian returned, his eyes glinting coldly.
“Ye Wushuang, your strength exceeds my expectations, but this battle ends now.”
Enraged, the Guardian unleashed his ultimate move, raising his right palm, drawing all forty-nine dragon auras, then striking at Ye Wushuang.
Boom!
The forty-nine dragon auras merged into a single stream of light, aiming for Ye Wushuang’s head.
Everyone’s breath stopped.
They knew the battle was nearing its end.
“Father, you must hold on!” Ye Qiu clenched his fists, praying silently.
“Roar…”
Ye Wushuang roared, his thirty-six dragon auras turning into thirty-six massive sword auras, slashing across the heavens.
This was his ultimate killing move, perfected to the extreme. After unleashing it, Ye Wushuang spat blood, his face pale.
“Boom!”
The Guardian’s attacks were shattered by the sword auras, and he was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the ground, creating a deep pit.
Ye Wushuang’s strike robbed the Guardian of his fighting strength.
Now, lying in the pit, covered in countless sword wounds, the Guardian couldn’t even stand.
He couldn’t accept this outcome.
A mid-stage King Realm powerhouse, defeated.
Shock, resentment, fear…
All sorts of emotions flooded his mind.
Ye Wushuang reached out, grasping a long sword, looking down at the pit, his face brimming with killing intent.
“Ye Wushuang, you can’t kill me,” the Guardian said in panic, “I can protect a nation’s peace, I’m the Guardian…”
“Guardian isn’t your exclusive title. Kill you, and I can take your place.”
Ye Wushuang raised his sword, like a heavenly blade, and slashed down, cleaving the Guardian in two.
