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As Ye Huan had previously thought, the elders of Yuxu Palace finally gained a clearer understanding of the enemy's strength after witnessing Mighty Bull's abilities. Even Elder Sun, who stood beside Ye Huan, couldn't help but lean in and whisper in a voice only they could hear, "Ye Huan, did you already know about the strength of those Heavenly Dragon Sect Cultivators?"
"Yes, I do know some things that you are unaware of. Do you see those ten individuals in black tight-fitting outfits in the sky?"
Still focused through the scope of his Barrett Sniper Rifle on Mighty Bull and Bai Yulin, Ye Huan didn't directly reveal everything he knew to Elder Sun. Instead, he posed a question back to Elder Sun without blinking. This prompted Elder Sun to carefully observe all the black-clad Heavenly Dragon Sect Cultivators as Ye Huan suggested. However, aside from Mighty Bull, who had a somewhat prominent physique while engaging with Bai Yulin, the other Heavenly Dragon Sect Cultivators seemed rather ordinary. If there was anything special about them, it was the unsettling aura they exuded, which made Elder Sun feel uneasy, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly why.
After repeatedly failing to discern anything particularly special about the black-clad Heavenly Dragon Sect Cultivators, Elder Sun grew tired of observing and said to Ye Huan, "I've noticed them for a while now. However, aside from an unsettling aura, they don't seem different from other Heavenly Dragon Sect Cultivators."
"Uneasy? That's right! To be honest with you, they are not ordinary Heavenly Dragon Sect Cultivators; they are the ten Guardians of the Heavenly Dragon Sect. Their strength should surpass ours. Even against our sect leader, they likely wouldn't fall behind."
Turning to Elder Sun with a slight smile, Ye Huan provided details about the strength of Song Zhong among the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors. However, perhaps due to his long-term residence in Yuxu Palace making him somewhat arrogant, Elder Sun misunderstood Ye Huan's words. He thought that Ye Huan meant that together the Ten Protectors could match Yu Wuxia. This led him to feel somewhat disdainful; yet considering Yu Wuxia's strength was indeed formidable within Yuxu Palace, he furrowed his brow and calculated both sides' strengths carefully. Finally, he said with frustration, "If those ten can truly match our sect leader when united, then even if we drive them out of Yuxu Palace this time, our palace's strength will be greatly diminished. This is quite troublesome..."
"When did I say that they could match Elder Yu when united?"
Staring at Elder Sun in disbelief, Ye Huan genuinely questioned how this elder had come to hold his position. He should have thought it through; if Song Zhong and the others could only match Yu Wuxia together, then Ye Huan could have simply eliminated Song Zhong earlier and dealt with them one by one without needing to prolong things until now.
Facing Elder Sun's puzzled expression, Ye Huan held his Barrett Sniper Rifle with one hand while raising a finger with the other and said to Elder Sun, "One person—any one of them can take on Elder Yu in a duel. Whether you believe it or not, at least I do!"
"Huh?!"
Upon hearing that each of the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors possessed strength comparable to their sect leader Yu Wuxia, Elder Sun was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out. He remained stunned for a while. As for Ye Huan, noticing Elder Sun's reaction, he decided not to engage further and instead focused on observing the battle between Bai Yulin and Mighty Bull through the scope of his sniper rifle, allowing Elder Sun some time to digest this fact.
Meanwhile, during this brief conversation between Ye Huan and Elder Sun, Bai Yulin was having an excruciating time dealing with Mighty Bull's Double-Headed Axe. If it weren't for that axe's presence, Bai Yulin might have already riddled Mighty Bull with countless holes using his Gatling Gun. Instead, no matter how many bullets he wasted with his Fire God Cannon against Mighty Bull’s relentless assault with the Double-Headed Axe—merely swinging it lightly sent all bullets flying away—he couldn't inflict any effective damage.
'This can't go on like this...'
Still holding onto his Gatling Gun while continuously firing at Mighty Bull, Bai Yulin began contemplating how he could defeat him. Just then, unexpectedly for him, Mighty Bull seemed to grow weary of his attacks. He blocked himself with the Double-Headed Axe and charged straight at Bai Yulin. Despite still being under heavy fire from bullets raining down around him, he moved swiftly and reached Bai Yulin in an instant, catching him completely off guard.
“Bai Yulin, be careful!”
From his position on the ground, Ye Huan clearly saw the scene through the scope of his Barrett Sniper Rifle. He shouted loudly to warn Bai Yulin, his palms sweating profusely. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger aimed at the exposed foot of the Mighty Bull.
Bang!
With the distinctive sound of the Barrett Sniper Rifle, an armor-piercing round shot out of the barrel. However, just as the bullet was about to hit the Mighty Bull's foot, a Ghost Head Dagger appeared out of nowhere to block the shot. Fortunately, Bai Yulin reacted quickly; seeing that the Mighty Bull was about to swing its Double-Headed Axe at him, he transformed into a Tenth Level Magical Beast, the Sacred Dragon, and used his powerful claws to catch the massive axe. To Bai Yulin's surprise, the force coming from that axe was beyond human capability. It not only shattered his claws but also sent his body flying over a hundred meters away, crashing heavily onto the mountainside below Yuxu Peak.
“Damn it, those little bastards!”
Watching Bai Yulin crash into the mountainside and kick up a cloud of debris made Ye Huan furious. He cursed as he rushed toward where Bai Yulin had fallen. But by the time he arrived, Bai Yulin had already transformed back into human form and was unconscious. On his right arm was a gruesome wound, three inches long, with muscle torn open and bone exposed beneath.
“Strange, where did this wound come from?”
Reflecting on everything that had just happened, Ye Huan realized he hadn’t noticed when Bai Yulin had sustained such a severe injury. To prevent Bai Yulin from bleeding out, Ye Huan slowly lifted him up, intending to carry him away. Just then, two figures descended from above and blocked Ye Huan's path.
“Not bad, not bad at all! I didn’t expect that not only would the Mighty Bull gain something today, but even I, Ghost Blade, would encounter a Tenth-Level Beast that has survived for thousands of years. This is truly a heavenly blessing! Hahaha…”
The arrogant laughter echoed in the air. When Ye Huan saw Mighty Bull and Ghost Blade before him, his pupils constricted. Ignoring Mighty Bull who resembled a door god wielding a Double-Headed Axe, he focused on Ghost Blade’s hand which held the Ghost Head Dagger—the very dagger that had just blocked his armor-piercing bullet from the Barrett Sniper Rifle. It was still stained with blood; clearly, Ghost Blade had taken advantage of Bai Yulin’s fall to launch a sneak attack.
“Despicable scoundrel…”
Staring fiercely at Ghost Blade, Ye Huan knew that Yuxu Palace and Heavenly Dragon Sect were locked in a deadly conflict. Yet in his anger, he couldn’t help but utter those four words, wishing he could flay Ghost Blade alive.
“Despicable? Heh, I’ve never claimed to be a gentleman. Thank you for your compliment! But before we continue this chat, shouldn’t you hand over that Tenth-Level Beast to us? If I’m in a good mood today, I might even spare your life.”
With a sly grin, Ghost Blade didn’t see being despicable as shameful; on the contrary, he believed that those who acted one way in public while doing another behind closed doors were true scoundrels. This perspective surprisingly aligned with Ye Huan’s thoughts. However, it also reminded Ye Huan that none of them were truly gentlemen; instead of calling each other despicable here, it would be better to think about how to outdo each other in cunningness. With this thought in mind, Ye Huan suddenly recalled the Golden Wind Sword within him.
The characteristics of the Golden Wind Sword were quite simple; just its ability to change form had already surpassed the current understanding of magical artifacts and Flying Swords within the Eastern State Cultivator Realm. Therefore, upon thinking of the Golden Wind Sword, Ye Huan utilized its shape-shifting property to force it out from within his body, allowing it to burrow into the ground beneath his feet and head towards the location of Ghost Blade. He quickly arrived behind Ghost Blade while pretending to be deep in thought, a facade that led both Ghost Blade and Mighty Bull to believe that Ye Huan had softened and was reconsidering Ghost Blade's earlier words.
"How about this? Hand over the Tenth-Level Beast, and you can return to Yuxu Palace right now. I will not obstruct you in any way."
Completely unaware of the imminent danger approaching from behind, Ghost Blade continued to persuade Ye Huan. However, these words only served to further tarnish Ye Huan's impression of Ghost Blade. The suggestion of returning to Yuxu Palace was hardly an offer for mercy; after all, the purpose of Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors, Song Zhong's visit to Yuxu Palace was precisely to have it removed from the Eastern State Cultivator Realm. In other words, Yuxu Palace was currently the most dangerous place in the entire Eastern Continent.
With no hesitation left, Ye Huan resolved to make Ghost Blade pay for his arrogance. He smiled faintly at Ghost Blade and ambiguously replied, "Yes, you are right..."
"What? Are you agreeing to my request?"
Ghost Blade looked at Ye Huan with confusion, unable to comprehend what he meant. However, assuming that since Ye Huan acknowledged his correctness, he must be planning to hand over Bai Yulin. This thought filled him with uncontainable joy as he continued, "Since you've agreed, hurry up and hand over that Tenth-Level Beast!"
"I said I agreed to your request?"
Still wearing a smile, Ye Huan's mind stirred as hundreds of golden small swords suddenly erupted from the ground around Ghost Blade's feet, sealing off all his escape routes. Even the large and foolish Mighty Bull was blocked outside by the golden small swords, leaving him with no chance to assist.
In the next moment, all the golden small swords pierced into Ghost Blade's body, creating exactly one hundred blood holes throughout him. Two of those golden small swords even crossed into Ghost Blade's Dantian. It was only at this moment that Ye Huan's smile transformed into a cold sneer as he calmly stated, "I think you misunderstood my meaning. You are right; you have never been a righteous person. Likewise, I, Ye Huan, am not a righteous person either."
"Ye... Huan... Ye... Huan..."
With his Dantian shattered in an instant, Ghost Blade had no opportunity to retaliate and was left gasping for breath while repeatedly murmuring Ye Huan's name. It was evident that he died with great reluctance. However, if one were to consider it carefully, it was indeed Ghost Blade's carelessness; throughout their encounter, Ye Huan had never revealed his name to any member of Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors. Moreover, before their arrival, Gu Long had sent word that they were attacking Yuxu Palace and specifically mentioned that Ye Huan was a troublesome character even for Gu Long himself. Besides possessing some peculiar fire-spitting magical artifacts, he also held Yuxu Palace's treasured artifact—the Golden Wind Sword!
"You are Ye Huan?!"
Mighty Bull stared at Ye Huan in astonishment, completely disregarding Ghost Blade’s fate. Without waiting for Ye Huan to respond, he glanced at the golden small swords embedded in Ghost Blade’s body and fled into the sky without looking back. Clearly lacking the courage to continue fighting Ye Huan, he quickly rejoined the remaining Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors.
"Hey? Mighty Bull, why are you back?"
They were still discussing whether the Mighty Bull would crush Bai Yulin with a single axe when they noticed Song Zhong and the others below. Upon seeing the Mighty Bull return with a look of panic, they were all taken aback. Song Zhong immediately rushed to question the Mighty Bull, and as if recalling something, he added, "What about Ghost Blade?"
"Dead..."
The Mighty Bull stared unblinkingly at Song Zhong, his eyes nearly bursting with flames. Angrily, he grabbed Song Zhong by the collar and demanded, "Why didn’t you tell us that the guy you fought was Ye Huan?!"
"The guy I fought?"
A hint of confusion crossed Song Zhong's face as he quickly recalled the person he had battled earlier, who hadn’t mentioned his name. The fiery artifact in his hand could only belong to Ye Huan, whom Gu Long had specifically mentioned before their arrival.
"Mighty Bull, calm down. You saw that when Song Zhong fought that person, he didn’t mention his name, did he? So how can you be sure it was Ye Huan?"
Jin Ling, the only woman among the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors, looked at the Mighty Bull in disbelief. She hurriedly played peacemaker and sensed something was off. After a moment of thought, she quickly identified the inconsistency and asked the Mighty Bull, "By the way, Mighty Bull, you said Ghost Blade was killed by the guy who fought Song Zhong earlier?"
"That's right. Ghost Blade was killed by Ye Huan."
Recalling that Ye Huan hadn’t mentioned his name during his fight with Song Zhong, the Mighty Bull realized he had been hasty. He slowly released his grip on Song Zhong's collar and turned to Jin Ling to respond.
"That doesn’t add up. In terms of strength, Ghost Blade might not be the strongest among us ten, but if he truly fought Song Zhong, it would be hard to determine a winner even after a day and night. In such a short time, how could Ye Huan possibly kill Ghost Blade? Moreover, if he really had that kind of strength, then the first one to die would likely be Song Zhong, who fought him first."
Unable to fathom that Ye Huan had used a sneak attack to kill Ghost Blade on the spot, Jin Ling furrowed her brow as she spoke. After her convoluted reasoning, the Mighty Bull felt dizzy and stared blankly for a while without being able to respond...
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