Diana, who followed Ye Xuan to the Yan Country, has been responsible for protecting Murong Wanwan and her niece. However, with the collapse of the Wang Family, the Liu Family is overwheld, and the surrounding crises are no longer as tense as before, and the Purgatory Divine Weapons are not as tight.
On the eve of the decisive battle, Ye Xuan sent Diana back to Dragon Blood Castle...
"Black Emperor, your sword!"
Stealing a glance at Ye Xuan, Diana hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look directly, offering the wooden box in her arms with hands full of admiration and respect.
"Hmm, you’ve worked hard."
Ye Xuan nodded, reached out to accept the heavy wooden box.
Then lifted his foot towards the large ship docked at the pier.
Diana was stunned, quickly caught up to Ye Xuan, and said solemnly, "Black Emperor, I’ll go with you."
"Why accompany ?" Ye Xuan glanced at Diana and said indifferently, "Instead of distracting by staying with , you’d better take a taxi to Dragon Domain Villa and check the house with Chi Lian."
Diana was taken aback, suddenly not daring to follow Ye Xuan anymore.
Ye Xuan swiftly boarded the ship, his voice drifting back to Diana’s ears: "Diana, when I triumph, if I find that my treasures have suffered losses, I’ll hold you accountable!"
Boom!
A dull and loud sound echoed, the giant ship set sail, advancing deep into the infinite ocean.
Standing alone at the pier, Diana watched the ship depart and disappear completely before snapping out of her daze, her exquisite face showing so loss and worry.
Truly envy those few won...
With a sigh, Diana turned and left.
...
The blazing sun scorched, the sea wind howled.
Canglang Island is a solitary island thirty nautical miles from the East Sea. It’s said there used to be large laboratories here, with many harmful substances, leaving the whole island barren, scarcely populated by a few withered yellow trees.
Nothing grew here!
In places like this, decades could pass without anyone setting foot.
But today, Canglang Island was lively.
Silhouettes gathered, forming groups. So dressed in humble attire, others in luxurious robes. At a glance, roughly hundreds of people, all ard with swords, sabers, and staffs, might be mistaken for actors from a classic martial arts film.
Voices clamorously erupted, resembling the scene from "Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," when six sects attacked Bright Peak.
At the center of this martial assemblage stands a desolate man of the Northern Federation.
The man wore a samurai outfit, a katana hung at his waist, standing in geta sandals. His eyes were half-closed, expressionless, indifferent to the tumult around him—persistently unresponsive.
As if in his world, there were only himself and one other person.
That person had yet to arrive...
"It’s almost noon; could it be that Ye Xuan is backing out last minute, not daring to co?"
A voice suddenly questions from the crowd.
"Seriously? We’ve waited so long only for it to be a blunder?"
"Ugh, in the end, Ye Xuan is just a cowardly person afraid of death!"
"Haha, wasn’t he arrogant recently? So in the martial world compared him to Ye Tianlong of old. Now, it’s clear he’s no more than a weak pretender!"
"I’m not surprised. Sword God Chiba Choko is the foremost martial artist of the Northern Federation, a figure akin to a deity. Ye Xuan knew he was facing the Sword God, not daring to co is understandable!"
"It’s over, it’s over. He definitely won’t dare to co now!"
"..."
As ti passed without Ye Xuan’s appearance, taunting laughter arose, and even those who hoped for him began to feel deep disappointnt.
Those who practice martial arts cannot be cowardly!
Chen Yue of Qingcheng Mountain frowned, thoughtfully gazing at the rolling ocean outside the island, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and resentnt.
If Ye Xuan didn’t co, how would he avenge his disciples?
This decisive battle, whether for Qingcheng Mountain, the Lu Family, or Ghost King Valley, had poured in considerable effort and manpower. If it ended in vain, how infuriating would that be?
Baili Xiao of Heroic Mountain slowly withdrew his smile.
"Could sothing have gone wrong?"
Baili Xiao murmured to himself, calculating that Ye Xuan should have arrived by now.
Everyone was restless and uneasy.
Only the Sword God standing in the scene remained calm and composed, seemingly indifferent to whether Ye Xuan ca, yet it seed he confidently believed Ye Xuan would arrive...
Ti ticked by, second by second.
Just as everyone was about to lose their last ounce of patience and leave...
Buzz!
From the northern direction suddenly ca the heavy rumble of a ship moving!
"He’s here!"
The atmosphere instantly rose from the depths, replaced by various kinds of excitent.
Standing in the scene, the Sword God for the first ti truly opened his eyes, staring intently in that direction, in his deep eyes a fierce battle fla slowly igniting.
"He’s here..."
The Sword God softly murmured, his voice slightly trembling, mixed with countless emotions.
All eyes gathered towards it.
In the line between sea and sky, the giant ship’s silhouette finally fully revealed itself.
The ship slowly drew nearer.
The man on the deck gradually appeared in everyone’s vision.
Unremarkable in appearance, ordinary in stature, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, with the vibe of a martial arts master. One hand hanging down, the other pressed on a long wooden box beside him. In the sea breeze, his hair fluttered, calmly but defiantly.
"Ye Xuan!"
"It’s Ye Xuan!"
"He actually ca!"
Suddenly, exclamations erupted on Canglang Island.
A group of people eager for Ye Xuan to bring glory to Yan Country was passionately excited again, while those dreaming of Ye Xuan being cast into Hell showed cold smiles.
The atmosphere beca strange and tense.
In that ambiance.
The ship finally anchored on the rocks of Canglang Island.
Ye Xuan walked down the deck, slowly stepping onto the desolate and barren island.
At this mont.
The strong wind roared, like the howl of angry ghosts.
A chilling aura instantly enveloped the entire island, making everyone on it feel an inexplicable cold, as if trapped in glaciers.
Foul wind rises, murder resolved!
Under countless gazes, Ye Xuan with the long wooden box on his back walked indifferently towards the densest part of the crowd. Not long after, he passed through the crowd, standing before the Sword God.
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