CHAPTER 900: CHAPTER 894: CLASH

"Little girl, our Ten Thousand Treasure Heavenly Palace is handling matters here, and it’s not your place to criticize!"

Bing Wantian’s face darkened, not knowing where these two people suddenly emerged from. He hadn’t heard that the Mirror Girl had any helpers before.

"Enough talk!"

As soon as Bing Wantian’s voice fell, Nangong Yao moved, completely ignoring him, and shot out like a cannonball. In a flash, she was in front of Bing Wantian, fiercely swinging a sword towards his chest.

Nangong Yao’s swift attack caused Bing Wantian’s face to change. Reflexively, he swung a palm, unleashing an overwhelming chill.

"Bang!"

As their fists and palms met, Nangong Yao stood motionless, while Bing Wantian let out a muffled grunt, his feet hurriedly retreating several steps in mid-air. Astonishment finally surged in his eyes. Despite his strength, he couldn’t gain the upper hand against this little girl.

"Sheng Yuan, quickly get rid of that brat, then come and assist me!"

Steadying himself, Bing Wantian growled with a greenish face.

Hearing Bing Wantian’s shout, Sheng Yuan’s face also changed slightly. It seemed this little girl was indeed quite troublesome. He then turned his cold gaze towards Ye Xuan, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Swoosh!

As Sheng Yuan’s cold gaze shifted to Ye Xuan, a graceful figure hurriedly emerged from the ravine and appeared before Ye Xuan. With a serious expression, she said, "Leave him to me. You handle the others."

Seeing this, Ye Xuan shook his head helplessly, reached out, and pulled Ling Qianxue behind him, smiling lightly, "In your eyes, am I only fit to deal with the minor enemies? You’re injured, so rest first. These people alone can’t stir any waves. Trust your man."

At these words, Ling Qianxue’s pretty face reddened slightly. Ye Xuan’s ability to speak like this at this moment showed he was utterly confident.

"What arrogance! You all, capture the Mirror Girl, leave this one to me!"

Sheng Yuan laughed angrily, directing several Seventh Grade Martial Saint Hall Masters to deal with Ye Xuan. Then he clenched his hand, and amid the violent burst of cold air, a completely red long spear appeared. As the spear trembled, it left behind afterimages. With an angry laugh, he turned into a white shadow, shooting towards Ye Xuan like lightning, the spear tearing through the air with piercing wind noise.

The remaining two Hall Masters of the Ten Thousand Treasure Heavenly Palace, hearing Sheng Yuan’s shout, nodded, and with a wave of their hand, they led dozens of figures rushing towards Ling Qianxue behind Ye Xuan, making the air instantly filled with chilling menace!

Two attacks, like blades splitting the sky and earth, descended fiercely.

As the two elders attacked, Ling Qianxue tightened her face, quickly circulating her True Yuan within.

"In my presence, don’t even think about touching a hair on my woman."

Ye Xuan appeared before Ling Qianxue, waved his hand, and in many shocked gazes, a light wall automatically formed, blocking the massive blade like a palm.

"Courting death!"

Sheng Yuan’s face suddenly became cold. His figure moved, and the crimson spear in his hand seemed to pierce the heavens, fiercely targeting Ye Xuan.

He understood that only by dealing with Ye Xuan could he break the current stalemate.

Apart from him, other disciples of the Ten Thousand Treasure Heavenly Palace also rushed forward, attempting to use numerical superiority to overwhelm Ye Xuan.

However, faced with this immense onslaught, Ye Xuan merely flicked his fingers. The sword light in his brow flickered, and suddenly beside him sword qi rose and transformed into numerous avatars. These avatars moved like shadows, light flickering under their feet. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared and reappeared behind Sheng Yuan, intercepting the disciples of the Ten Thousand Treasure Heavenly Palace.

The sudden appearance of sword qi avatars made Sheng Yuan pause momentarily, then his gaze turned cold, fixing on Ye Xuan, he sneered, "Quite the tricks, young man. But with your Sixth Grade Martial Saint strength, you’re still far from being my match!"

With the words concluded, astonishing True Yuan waves surged slowly from within Sheng Yuan, coagulating at the ten fingers, transforming into ten sharp blades.

"Boy, if today’s events reach the Ten Thousand Treasure Heavenly Palace, there’ll be no place for you in the Western World!"

Sheng Yuan sneered grimly, stepping in mid-air, his form turning into lightning, racing towards Ye Xuan with that shocking surge.

Watching the rapidly approaching Sheng Yuan, Ye Xuan merely shook his head slightly. An Extreme Martial Saint was nothing; he wasn’t afraid of even the Sky-covering Demon Emperor, let alone this old man before him?

Boom!

Sheng Yuan appeared instantly before Ye Xuan, his gaze sinister, covered in spikes, aiming viciously at Ye Xuan’s chest.

In the reflection of his pupils, the coldly flickering fist approached suddenly, yet there was a hint of a cold smile on Ye Xuan’s lips. His open hand surged with True Yuan, transforming into the shape of a shield.

Swoosh!

The spike-covered fist precisely hit Ye Xuan’s palm, yet the spikes instantly shattered, collapsing inch by inch. This seemingly fierce attack couldn’t even make Ye Xuan’s body take a step back.

"Extreme Martial Saint of the Ten Thousand Treasure Heavenly Palace, yet so feeble."

With his hand gripping Sheng Yuan’s fist like a vice, Ye Xuan gently shook his head, his voice carrying faint mockery.

Seeing his attack blocked so easily by Ye Xuan, disbelief surged in Sheng Yuan’s eyes. This seemingly insignificant youth possessed such capability.

"Heavenly Injury Sword!"

A smile played on Ye Xuan’s lips. The sword on his face contained remarkably violent sword qi, swiftly rushing into Sheng Yuan’s body!

Under the dark forces of sword qi, Sheng Yuan’s True Yuan was left with no defense, fleeing in disarray with the sound of hissing.

"Hiss!"

The chaotic True Yuan within violently spewed out Sheng Yuan’s blood, causing him to grit his teeth fiercely, desperately channeling all his True Yuan to his arm!

As more and more purple True Yuan gathered, Sheng Yuan’s arm was covered in a thick layer of treasure light, crystal clear, like a piece of divine craftsmanship. On the arm, an ancient magnificent pattern twitched, resembling a real celestial beast.

"Qilin Arm!"

Sheng Yuan’s face flushed, an inhuman roar burst from his throat!

As the sound spread, the chill around him instantly soared, and the power within his arm doubled!