Han Yan faced such a bizarre scene without an ounce of nervousness, deciding to wait and see, since the Wandering Soul now had to deal with Qu Fengting. Yang Boqiao was flabbergasted, realizing that Han Yan’s words had co true—the axiom that good is rewarded with good and evil with evil held firm, and indeed, retribution for one’s misdeeds always ca, and swiftly at that.
"Nine hundred and ninety-nine years, a full nine hundred and ninety-nine years," the skeleton let out a dry laugh, like a tal spoon scraping against a porcelain bowl, grating and uncomfortably piercing to the heart.
As it spoke, the skeleton stretched out its withered hands, flexing its fingers back and forth. Qu Fengting was also terrified by this sight, struggling desperately, but in vain—he seed to be bound by an invisible rope, continuously pulled back despite his efforts.
Almost everyone’s faces turned pale with fear. Qu Fengting was a Tenth Rank Great Swordsman, a level of expertise many among them would pursue all their lives. Yet, before a re skeleton, such strength was utterly useless.
"Bang!" Qu Fengting landed heavily on the ground, his face sared with dirt, unable to use any of his cultivation. The Alchemy Artifact that could allow him to ride the wind was completely ineffective here.
The skeleton appeared to be pulling on an invisible rope, but with Han Yan’s discerning Eye Power, it was clear that these were Hand Formations; Qu Fengting was not bound by any invisible rope but tightly shackled by a Seal.
"Let go, release at once! I am the Young Master of the Qu Family of Nanxi County, and also a descendant of the Capital’s Qu Family," Qu Fengting pleaded, shaking and desperate, invoking his family’s na.
The surrounding Swordsn showed their disdain. They had originally thought Qu Fengting was a significant figure—even if deceitful, at least a fearso overlord. Yet, when faced with a true strong opponent, he crumbled, lacking any poise or composure typical of a noble family’s son, and instead appeared like a child unable to stray from the protection of his family.
Reflecting on their previous admiration and obedience to such a person made them feel deeply ashad.
"Nanxi Qu Family... I suppose Qu Canghai would be your ancestor, barely counting as a notable figure," the skeleton seed to ponder for a mont, then slowly spoke, also slightly loosening the Seal, allowing Qu Fengting to catch his breath.
"Yes, yes, Qu Canghai is indeed my ancestor, may I inquire about the eminent na of the senior before ?" Upon hearing the skeleton knew his great-grandfather, Qu Fengting felt a bit relieved and hastily claid his junior status to curry favor.
Like Han Yan, he was more knowledgeable than the other Swordsn and guessed that the skeleton was the ghost of an extrely powerful figure.
"I am—Xia Youchen!" the skeleton chest thrust out proudly as it proclaid.
A skeleton striking such a proud pose was an absurd sight; however, not a single person was able to laugh.
Many Swordsn were struck with shock and fear, and Han Yan, Qu Fengting, and Yan Yuchu exclaid, "The Beast Taming Sword Saint!"
As the skeleton saw the shock and fear on their faces, the bones of its face shifted with a clatter, revealing a look of triumph.
Indeed, he was the notorious figure from a millennium past that once terrorized Anyun Country—the Beast Taming Sword Saint, Xia Youchen.
This Beast Taming Sword Saint had indeed left a profound mark in the history of Anyun Country.
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