CHAPTER 555: CHAPTER 555 INCOHERENT SPEECH

"Ah... forehead... I... this..."

Looking at Elder Ghost standing before Yang Tian, not only his body exploded, even Yuan Ying had fallen, leaving only a shred of his soul escaping.

The One-eyed Man immediately descended into incoherent muttering.

When Yang Tian looked at him like that, he was no longer arrogant at all. His legs softened, and he knelt on the ground.

Finally, Divine Sword Elder snapped out of his shock, witnessing Yang Tian’s strength. He immediately clasped Yang Tian’s hand with great joy and exclaimed, "The might of the Heavenly Venerate God! A shame though, that the ghost-stricken elder escaped—I fear the Ghost King Sect will pose trouble in the future!"

At this point, the joy on the face of the Old Swordsman slowly faded, replaced by a trace of sorrow.

After all, the Ghost King Sect, one of the three major clans in the revisionist world, was ultimately no match for the power of the Divine Sword Sect.

Let alone the Shenjian Gate today—although they had a mightier Yang Tian, the rest of their masters had fallen at his hands, naturally causing a significant decline in overall strength!

"Jumping clowns of the light!" No need to worry!"

Yang Tian had already guessed the thoughts of Sacrificial Sword Elder but deliberately waved his hand with indifference, helping the elder up. Then he released the force on his protective bracelet, restoring himself to the early stage of Divine Separation.

To Yang Tian, as long as the bracelet remained intact, he could always recover his true strength. There was nothing to fear!

If necessary, Yang Tian wouldn’t hesitate to take measures similar to his prior actions against Zong Qinghou in Shenjian Gate.

Back then, the Ghost King himself fell into Yang Tian’s hands, maintaining the Three Sects’ equilibrium—but this too remained a question mark!

Witnessing Yang Tian’s manner, Elder Ling Jian realized the matter had concluded. He could only force a bitter smile and nod silently.

As for the One-eyed Man, seeing Yang Tian lying on the ground gasping for breath, he still dared not relax, for even now, Yang Tian’s aura overwhelmed him, stripping him of the courage to move or kneel any closer.

The prior scene had simply been too shocking.

The sight of Elder Ghost of the Ghost Sect falling to Yang Tian!

The outcome left Yang Tian victorious, nearly obliterating him entirely!

This tenacity, this power, the One-eyed Man believed was something he had scarcely witnessed in his lifetime!

Thus, his mind barely ceased churning over one thought—how could the sacred Yang Tian possibly stand before him?

Does he belong to Jianling Sect, Qingming Sect, or stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Ghost King Sect?

But even Zongjian Ridge or Qingxing Sect, often so unassuming, failed to produce figures as mighty as the Ghost Elder, not to mention the ease with which those clans were defeated with merely a sleeve’s flick.

"I am neither Jianling Sect nor Qingming Sect!"

Just as the One-eyed Man pondered this, Yang Tian’s voice suddenly sounded, causing his entire body to tremble as he stammered toward Yang Tiandao, "Shangxian... Could Shangxian know what I’m thinking?"

"Is it so difficult?" Yang Tian didn’t sneer but smiled ominously as he looked at the One-eyed Man.

"No, no, no! It’s not difficult! It’s not difficult at all! With such lofty immortal strength, that’s trivial, naturally not difficult!" The One-eyed Man shook his hands repeatedly as he spoke.

But inwardly, his fear grew deeper. He dared not let himself think much further, terrified that Yang Tian might detect some slip-up and erase him on the spot.

Seeing the One-eyed Man in such a state, Yang Tian inwardly chuckled with cold amusement.

This was exactly the effect he sought!

Yang Tian naturally didn’t possess the Mind Reading Technique, but what he did have was thousands of years of experience in devouring ghosts for cultivation!

Could his expertise in manipulating humans be any less proficient?

These techniques, coupled with those memories, were firmly in Yang Tian’s grasp. How could he fail to see through the One-eyed Man’s thoughts?

Pointing them out aloud, of course, served only to plant the idea firmly within the One-eyed Man’s mind—that hiding even the subtlest truth from Yang Tian was futile!

This way, whenever Yang Tian sought something, the One-eyed Man would answer truthfully, without daring to hold back or falsify anything!

There was only one reason to pursue such tactics.

Because the One-eyed Man had mentioned before that he had come from Chaos City, bringing along the Flying Pool!

Thus, Yang Tian paused briefly before speaking again, "This time, my purpose in coming to the boundless sea is to seek Chaos City and locate Flying Sky Pond. Do you understand?"

"Flying Pool? What’s that?"

The One-eyed Man was clearly stunned, as if genuinely unaware of what Flying Pool was.

From the other side, the Long Sword Priest immediately interjected, saying, "Lord, Flying Pool is an ancient relic—only those who have studied revised editions of ancient manuscripts wouldn’t fear knowing its existence."

Yang Tian didn’t hesitate as he made his decision.

Both Hee Jin and the elders of Zongjian Ridge exhaled collectively in relief, especially Hee Jin.

If, as rumored earlier, Yang Tian provoked Chaos City in a catastrophic upheaval, summoning every King day and night to step forward, Hee Jin—being the one accompanying Yang Tian—would undoubtedly face punishment first!

You must understand the complexities of Chaos City within the vast ocean. This particular city doesn’t adhere to the hierarchical norms of clans within the Southeast or Northwest; any misconduct invites consequences as severe as death or exile.

In Chaos City, survival is consistently a matter of "do-or-die," meaning if punishment fell upon Hee Jin, his life would be forfeited promptly!

Hence, to avoid regret, Hee Jin made haste in ushering Yang Tian from Chaos City’s French capital seemingly in the blink of an eye!

"Who’s there?"

A guard stationed at the frontier entry point of the capital spotted Hee Jin, along with Yang Tian, immediately shouting coldly as the troops mobilized thoroughly.

It was apparent; if Yang Tian’s side faltered one response during this tense interrogation, action would erupt without hesitation!

Unperturbed, Hee Jin promptly withdrew a token from inside his robes and announced, "Hee Jin, under orders from the King earlier, ventured outside today and has now returned."

"Under royal command?"

The guard narrowed his gaze upon the token Hee Jin held, skillfully manipulating a spell with his hands.

As the incantation activated, the token began to radiate flickering light.

In Chaos City, such tokens uniquely carried traces linked to one’s soul upon issuance by clan ancestors, ensuring authenticity.

Once held by its rightful bearer, the glow would automatically appear, safeguarding against potential infiltration efforts.

Having examined the token’s luminescence thoroughly, the guard finally dropped his hostility—though his wary gaze remained fixed on Yang Tian and the Long Sword Priest, questioning, "And them?"

"They... My friends wish for refuge amidst the boundless sea, so they’ve sought entry into Chaos City alongside me!" Hee Jin explained hurriedly.

"Friends?"

The guard seemed indifferent upon hearing this. After all, countless revisionists wandering across the vast seas sought sanctuary within the city year-round due to unbearable threats from overpowering foes.

"Whether they are your friends or not hardly matters to me. But, as a royal envoy, I won’t impose additional rules." The man stated curtly.

"Absolutely not—I’ve brought them for the arena, where life and death will decide their fates!" Hee Jin exclaimed with a grin.

"The arena?"

Upon hearing the term ’arena,’ the guard’s lips curled into mocking amusement. Glancing contemptuously over Yang Tian and especially the Long Sword Priest, he wryly remarked, "Haha, if you wish to die, I won’t stop you. However..."

He shifted his gaze toward the elder Long Sword Priest, with a glint of suggestiveness flashing in his eyes. "Such a beauty like you, as a gladiator, doesn’t need to embrace death. Simply find a man to pair up with—for instance, myself—and you’ll be spared."

"You..."