Luo Qingxian looked at the faint smile barely squeezed out from the corner of Ye Xiaofan’s mouth, and was instantly struck as if by lightning.
Although there was no emotional fluctuation on the other’s face, through those familiar eyes, Luo Qingxian saw nothing but disappointnt—a deep disappointnt toward the Divine Sword Sect, an absolute disappointnt.
Sensing the subtle change in the depths of Ye Xiaofan’s gaze, Luo Qingxian wanted to salvage sothing, however, Ye Xiaofan was the first to speak.
"Senior Sister, thank you for everything you have done for this junior brother. This camaraderie will be forever rembered in my heart."
Ye Xiaofan quietly looked at Luo Qingxian; the smile on his lips seed so helpless and disappointed, yet within the disappointnt, there was a hint of warmth and gratitude.
Disappointed by the Divine Sword Sect’s attitude, grateful for the efforts of that silhouette—he saw it all.
After offering a complex smile toward that silhouette, Ye Xiaofan’s gaze slowly fell on Yao Xifeng, and he spoke with calmness like still water, "I can understand Senior Sister Yao’s decision, and I can understand the Divine Sword Sect’s final choice. Senior Sister, don’t make it hard for them anymore."
After speaking, Ye Xiaofan no longer paid attention to everyone. In his hand, he quietly took out the terrifying black talisman given by Qi Yun. Now, this talisman was his only trump card. Once activated, he could imdiately leave the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’ and vanish from this world.
However, before that, he still had one more thing to do, which was to suppress and kill Yunmo Wentuo. Jiang Changqing’s tragic death would inevitably require soone to pay a painful price.
Today, even though he, Ye Xiaofan, could leave the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’, no one before him could be saved. Even if he had to risk serious injury, he wished to personally witness Jiang Changqing’s peaceful rest.
"Junior Brother Ye...?"
Luo Qingxian wanted to say sothing, but when the words reached her mouth, she found no way to utter them.
Ye Xiaofan displayed an unusual calmness, having never planned to rely on anyone. It was rare for him to reveal a gentle smile, interrupting Luo Qingxian, "Senior Sister, there’s no need to say more. If today, I, Ye Xiaofan, truly face this calamity, it must be fate. If by chance I manage to escape, our cooperation back then remains valid."
After speaking, Ye Xiaofan slightly bowed to Luo Qingxian, expressing his gratitude. In this cruel world where strength reigns supre, those who would worry for him, Ye Xiaofan, were indeed very few. Regardless of Luo Qingxian’s motives, at least at this mont, her sincerity was clear.
After finishing his words, even Yao Xifeng at the side sighed deeply and personally gave a slight bow toward that figure, yet remaining silent.
Seeing this, Ye Xiaofan also returned the courtesy politely. Everything was conveyed without words—this bow was not for the camaraderie between mbers of the sa sect, but for becoming separate entities. Yao Xifeng and he were unrelated, and so was the Divine Sword Sect.
Recalling his desperate efforts to enter the Divine Sword Sect for cultivation, to the current situation, Ye Xiaofan could only smile bitterly. In the end, he was still alone. He lacked the background of Luo Qingxian, or the status and position of Yao Xifeng. Even with his talent shocking both the Righteous and Demonic Dao, he was still of lowly birth.
In a sense, the only one he could rely on was himself. Ultimately, he would face this grand world alone. To et at the peak, there was no other way but to forge ahead bravely.
After doing all this, Ye Xiaofan still held the Ancient Sword in his hand, his gaze slowly locking onto Yunmo Wentuo, his eyes seemingly ignoring the presence of Li Chiyao and Ouyang Qijue.
However, as Yao Xifeng and others exited this world, nurous ’Dominator Level’ forces from Divine Sect and super sects began to move, gradually approaching that figure.
For a mont, the apex of the ultimate battle’s battlefield was fraught with danger, terrifying beyond imagination.
Countless cultivators watched this scene, all deeply shaken. It was evident that the person before them had beco utterly isolated—without the Divine Sword Sect, without a Guardian, there was nothing behind him, nothing at all.
Yet, facing the current predicant, that figure did not waver in standing tall, nor did he lose his composure. Instead, he gripped the Ancient Sword, his long hair waving, stepping toward Yunmo Wentuo one step at a ti.
Nurous powerful figures watching this scene were all internally shaken, their eyes filled with astonishnt.
"Hmph, facing death and still so arrogant, truly not knowing the imnsity of heaven and earth."
"Ye, you’ve killed cultivators from my sect’s foundation and annihilated our generation’s legacy. Today, you will pay with your life."
"Ye Xiaofan, on this date next year will be your morial. Now, I want to see who else can protect you?"
"Boy, surrender quietly. Perhaps we might leave you with an intact corpse."
Boom, boom, boom—!!!
As countless monstrous figures from opposing forces spoke, suddenly, the entire void was suffused with killing intent. Countless ’Dominator Level’ forces closed in on that realm, leaving countless cultivators dry-mouthed.
In the eyes of everyone, with countless monstrous figures sealing off that realm, there was simply no chance of survival. To attract so much collective power from the Holy Son and Holy Daughter Group, to suppress soone to the extent that even a generation’s Divine Sect ’Dominator Level’ power hesitated, Ye Xiaofan would be considered the first person in the history of the Hundred Broken Mountain Range region.
Now, Ye Xiaofan’s predicant could indeed make one’s scalp tingle with numbness. No one dared to touch this taboo; facing Li Chiyao, Ouyang Qijue, and countless monstrous figures simultaneously—even Yao Xifeng and others could only avoid its edge, let alone the others.
However, just when everyone thought that no one would stand with him—
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