The cultivators of the Evil Sect naturally couldn’t just stand by and watch the Sect Master face the siege alone; they all rushed to help.
However, the three individuals present were extraordinarily formidable, and although they were also at the Nascent Soul Peak, their capabilities were far inferior. Only one bald old man could barely hold his ground.
This old man was none other than the original Sect Master of Hellfire - Okazaka Hikawa, also the strongest warrior of Hellfire.
During the battle in the Imperial Capital, he spearheaded the attack against the Ancient Martial Arts Sect. Although Ye Haochuan had never faced him directly, according to intelligence on Hellfire, this guy who could "penetrate steel with sunlight" was undoubtedly as powerful as Long Yin.
The Evil Sect originally had another powerful figure, naly the Pope of the Dark Church, but for so unknown reason, he wasn’t present here.
Okazaka Hikawa was quite aware of his limitations, knowing he couldn’t defeat Yang Sen and Ye Hao, so he voluntarily engaged Long Yin to alleviate the Evil Sect Master’s burden.
The Evil Sect Master, despite being a woman, showed no signs of fear in the face of confrontation with Yang Sen and Ye Hao, the two War Gods.
"One Stroke Spring and Autumn, Stabilize Mountains and Rivers!"
Yang Sen called out lightly, his golden pen swirling wildly in the air, sketching out the characters "Mountains and Rivers".
Woosh~
The characters rotated rapidly, then transford into two mountains, illusions crashing down toward the Evil Sect Master, stirring a fierce gust of wind.
The Evil Sect Master humd lightly; that sword-like weapon suddenly shed its sharp edge, transforming into a long black rod, charging straight at the mountains.
The two mountains, capable of suppressing everything, were stopped in their tracks upon colliding with the black rod.
At that mont, Ye Hao’s long spear approached with boundless chill and killing intent.
The Evil Sect Master gently parted her crimson lips and murmured the word "Shake".
Her voice was soft and tender, as if whispering sweet nothings. Yet to Ye Hao, it was like a boulder crashing into a serene lake, instantly stirring a tempest of turmoil.
Ye Hao felt a tremor in his soul, seemingly about to tear.
He quickly cald his mind, directing a wisp of pure spiritual energy into his forehead.
"Heavenly Eye, open!"
The open forehead suddenly revealed a golden ethereal eye, silent yet evoking a sense of impending warfare.
With the Heavenly Eye open, nothing could remain hidden. The soul silk thread inadvertently emitted by the Evil Sect Master was also exposed.
It turned out that the word "Shake" was imbued with powerful soul energy, wielding its influence through this soul silk thread, indiscernible to ordinary people.
An attack so bizarre would leave common folk no room for opposition.
Yet Ye Hao, being one of Huaxia’s two War Gods and a nesis of the Xuanming Sect, had no trouble dealing with such petty techniques.
"Sky-Burning!"
Ye Hao shouted forcefully, and crimson flas suddenly erupted, turning the thread into ashes.
Without the thread’s control, the soul power shaking Ye Hao’s mind finally turned into a rootless duckweed, subdued by Ye Hao’s soul suppression.
Flas burned brightly in Ye Hao’s eyes, naturally refusing to easily extinguish, the fiery blaze enveloping the Evil Sect Master’s enchanting form.
The Evil Sect Master furrowed her brows gently, and a spouted iron pot suddenly appeared in her hand. As the spout opened, a powerful suction erged, drawing in the crimson flas.
Then, a black curtain that let no light through was swiftly unveiled by the Evil Sect Master, fully obstructing Ye Hao’s vision.
This curtain had been used by Evil Sect assassins during the Greenstone Society turnover, serving as nesis of the Heavenly Eye.
The curtain blocked Ye Hao’s sight, but it also hindered her own. Yet she appeared unworried, possessing soul detection abilities, her combat capabilities unimpeded.
Ye Hao seed to have anticipated the Heavenly Eye’s ineffectiveness, unfazed, swirling his long spear to conjure several spear flowers. The shimring flowers coalesced into a golden dragon form.
The Golden Dragon roared silently, then transford into a golden arrow, shooting out viciously.
With slender fingers, the Evil Sect Master lightly tapped her forehead, muttering a few phrases. Suddenly, she widened her eyes, and a slender steel cudgel erged from her forehead.
"This is... Soul Condensation?" Ye Hao was startled and shocked.
Clearly, the steel cudgel wasn’t concealed within the Evil Sect Master’s mind, but rather ford from soul manifestation. Soul power, being intangible and formless, was nearly impossible to materialize.
Even spiritual energy, much more concentrated than soul power, found it hard to reach materialization.
Ye Hao hadn’t expected the Evil Sect Master to cultivate the soul cultivation technique to such an extent.
Boom~
The steel cudgel collided violently with the Golden Dragon, both shattering, evidently evenly matched.
In mid-air, both mountain illusions stood their ground, while on the ground, the steel cudgel and Golden Dragon fought to a draw. The Evil Sect Master single-handedly resisted the two War Gods, not in the least disadvantaged—truly unimaginable.
Such a thrilling battle stirred countless hearts, inciting wild charging. Yet Ye Haochuan, at this mont, paid no heed, only lightly touching the fallen giant tree, shedding tears silently.
The giant tree, now lifeless, was indistinguishable from ordinary trees. Yige’s sacrifice to save him weighed heavily on Ye Haochuan’s heart.
He wanted to utilize his extraordinary dical skills to pull Yige back from the brink of death. But people and trees differed too much; his dical prowess proved insufficient.
"I will kill you!" The profound pain and guilt turned Ye Haochuan montarily mad; hoisting his battle ax, he prepared to charge.
"Haochuan, don’t be impulsive!" A swift silhouette appeared, embracing Ye Haochuan.
This figure was none other than Long Keyue, rushing in urgently. Having not entered alongside Ye Haochuan and the others, she felt deep anxiety, leading from the front during the charge.
"Let go of , I must kill that wicked woman to avenge Yige!" Ye Haochuan’s eyes burned red as blood, nearly exploding.
"With two War Gods taking action, do you fear they can’t handle her? Considering your current condition, what can you do except add to the chaos?" Long Keyue reprimanded.
"I must kill her, let go of ..." Ye Haochuan seed heedless, roaring like a ferocious beast.
Long Keyue tried her best to hold him, but her strength was limited, hardly able to restrain him. Watching Ye Haochuan struggle to break free, frustration and worry surged within her.
Irritated by Ye Haochuan’s rare frenzy, a state much unlike his usual calm deanor, and anxious about the danger he’d face if he charged ahead.
As she neared collapse, she suddenly felt Ye Haochuan’s body calm down, no longer struggling but instead slumping against her.
"Haochuan, what’s wrong?" Long Keyue, concerned, imdiately inspected him.
Then, a floating voice suddenly echoed: "Already severely injured, now impacted by extre sorrow, causing profound disturbance—an unguarded move could prove fatal!"
Seeing the newcor, Long Keyue’s heart instantly settled.
"dical Immortal Grandpa, please save Haochuan!"
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