“My name is Ye Wushuang!”
The words exploded like thunder.
Shock spread across everyone’s faces.
Ye Qiu and Ye Wudi, in particular, were the most agitated, their eyes fixed intently on the figure.
Dragon Lady’s heart jolted. “As far as I know, Ye Wushuang’s fate has been unknown for over twenty years. You claim to be Ye Wushuang—how do you prove it?”
“I, Ye Wushuang, have never needed to prove myself to anyone. Who do you think you are?”
With that, the figure turned around.
In an instant, a middle-aged man’s face came into view.
He appeared to be in his mid-forties, perhaps not yet fifty, his face chiselled as if carved by a blade, sharp and cold.
Strikingly handsome!
His dark eyes beneath sword-like brows pierced like a blade straight into the heart.
Dressed in a white robe, he stood there, aloof and solitary, yet exuding an overwhelming presence.
Ye Qiu’s eyes welled up with tears.
This face had appeared countless times in his dreams.
He never imagined he’d meet his biological father here today!
“Fa—”
Before Ye Qiu could finish, Ye Wudi, still on Dragon Lady’s shoulder, shouted, “Big brother!”
It was truly Ye Wushuang!
Dragon Lady’s pupils contracted sharply.
Beneath her mask, her stunning face grew grave.
Though she was the fourth-ranked master on the Divine List, she had no confidence in facing Ye Wushuang.
Back then, when the Divine List rankings were contested, no one would yield—until Ye Wushuang stepped in, settling the matter decisively, leaving all in awe.
Most crucially, though Ye Wushuang wasn’t on the Divine List, everyone knew his skills were terrifying.
Dragon Lady was in a bind.
Xiao Jiu and the others were right before her. Letting them go left her unwilling, but if she insisted on killing them, Ye Wushuang would surely intervene—and might even kill her.
What to do?
For a moment, Dragon Lady was at a loss.
On the other side, Qilin looked at Ye Wushuang and whispered to Qinglong, “Is he really the world’s greatest master from back then, Ye Wushuang?”
“Yes,” Qinglong nodded. “Everyone thought he was dead, but he’s alive.”
Xiao Jiu’s eyes were glued to Ye Wushuang, observing closely.
The more he looked, the more shocked he became.
Ye Wushuang stood there, as if one with heaven and earth, without the slightest flaw.
He emitted no overpowering aura, yet he gave off an invincible presence.
A peerless master!
Xiao Jiu’s eyes blazed with fervor, like a fan meeting his idol.
But then, a deep worry crept into his gaze.
“Ye Wushuang has been missing for over twenty years. His return will surely stir a storm of blood.”
On the other side, Ye Wushuang’s voice rang out.
“Dragon Lady, release Ye Wudi.”
His tone was calm but carried an undeniable authority.
Dragon Lady bristled. “You think I’ll release him just because you say so?”
“What, you want to fight me?” Ye Wushuang’s brow arched, a chill flickering in his eyes.
“Ye Wushuang, you were the world’s greatest master twenty years ago. Do you really think you still are after all this time?”
Dragon Lady’s words were meant to provoke Ye Wushuang into acting.
Though not from Hua Nation, she had heard of the upheaval in the capital twenty years ago.
After that event, countless rumours about Ye Wushuang circulated.
Some said he was killed, others that he fell off a cliff, and some claimed he was gravely injured and saved by a mysterious master at the last moment.
All were just rumours.
But now, it was clear: Ye Wushuang was alive.
Whether he still possessed the strength of the world’s greatest master, however, was uncertain.
After all, who knew what he’d been through in those years?
Thus, Dragon Lady wanted to force Ye Wushuang to act, to see his strength for herself.
If his power had waned or was less than hers, she’d kill Xiao Jiu and the others.
If his strength remained as terrifying as ever, she’d reconsider.
“Sigh.”
Ye Wushuang, hands behind his back, looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.
“To think, after twenty years, even a little girl from back then dares to challenge me.”
“It seems my absence has made people forget who I am.”
He turned to Dragon Lady. “I’ll ask you one last time: will you release Ye Wudi or not?”
“And if I don’t, what can you do?” Dragon Lady was determined to test Ye Wushuang’s skills.
“Since you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin, I’ll indulge you.”
Ye Wushuang extended his right hand, softly uttering two words:
“Sword, come!”
Boom—
Instantly, the swirling wind and snow seemed to heed his call, dancing wildly in the air like a long dragon, vast and mighty.
A stunning spectacle.
In moments, the snow solidified into ice, forming a three-foot-long sword in Ye Wushuang’s hand.
The sight shocked everyone.
Qinglong said, “Commanding wind and snow for his own use—has Ye Wushuang stepped into the realm of immortals?”
Qilin gazed at Ye Wushuang in awe. “Too powerful!”
Xiao Jiu’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
“After twenty years, he’s grown this strong.”
“It seems his return will bring misfortune to many.”
“Especially the Forbidden City—it may face utter ruin!”
Seeing Ye Wushuang’s display, Ye Qiu was both thrilled and excited, tears streaming down his face.
He had been under immense pressure lately, mainly from the Forbidden City.
The people there were too strong. Especially after learning from Monk Kongjian that Long Yi might have entered the realm of immortals, Ye Qiu felt despair.
His time practicing martial arts was short, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t reach Long Yi’s level in such a brief period.
Because of this, Ye Qiu had no confidence in the impending battle.
But now, a turning point had arrived.
Ye Wushuang was back!
Ye Qiu thought to himself, “After twenty years, my father has finally returned. With him here, we won’t lose this battle!”
Nearby, Dragon Lady’s eyes filled with fear.
Ye Wushuang’s call for a sword summoned wind and snow—an awe-inspiring feat.
“Dragon Lady, you still won’t release him?”
“It seems you’ve forgotten my title from back then.”
“The name ‘God of Slaughter’ wasn’t earned for nothing!”
A world-shaking, peerless sharpness erupted from Ye Wushuang, his terrifying killing intent bearing down on Dragon Lady.
His long sword pointed to the sky.
In that instant, the clouds in all directions stirred.
