161: Chapter 161: Turbulent Undercurrents (Seeking Recomndations and Collections) 161: Chapter 161: Turbulent Undercurrents (Seeking Recomndations and Collections) A faint smile traced its way across Ye Xuan’s lips as he looked up at the Heavenly Vault, his voice calm, he said, “Slaughter is but a ans, and also my nature, yet Immortal Extinguishing differs.
My cultivation is already far superior to his, and winning today’s battle is truly without virtue.
If I were to kill him, my dignity tells that it simply isn’t permissible.”
“Sir, you mustn’t, this Immortal Extinguishing is a terribly demonic being.
Although he lost to you today, if his cultivation greatly advances in the future, he will certainly challenge you again, and if by any chance you…”
“Ha!”
Ye Xuan laughed, his smile mysterious and profound.
He turned to look at Huang Pangzi, his voice deep, “No one in this world is my match, and Immortal Extinguishing is soone I intend to cultivate.
I want to see how far he can go on the path of Martial Arts, because I am too lonely, lonely to the point of having no opponents, yet he gives a sliver of hope.”
Watching Ye Xuan’s enigmatic smile, Huang Pangzi’s expression froze.
Honestly, although he hadn’t followed Ye Xuan for long, he was very familiar with Ye Xuan’s malevolent nature.
However, the extent of Ye Xuan’s cultivation remained a puzzle.
He wanted to ask, but swallowed his words before they reached his lips.
“Moreover, I have a premonition that in a few days, Immortal Extinguishing will co knocking on my door personally, because he knows that only I can set him on the path to becoming a Heavenly Immortal, and he will also be of use to .
That’s why I didn’t kill him.”
Ye Xuan smiled broadly, his voice brimming with conviction, which drastically altered Huang Pangzi’s expression, leaving him staring at Ye Xuan, dazed.
“Are you… are you saying…
will Immortal Extinguishing join Netherworld?” Huang Pangzi exclaid in shock.
“You will know in due ti.”
Ye Xuan smiled enigmatically, turned, and walked back to Qingyun Small House, leaving Huang Pangzi standing alone, speechless, yet a fleeting excitent shone in his eyes.
Immortal Extinguishing, a man of proud integrity.
If it weren’t for Ye Xuan’s existence, he’d be an unsolvable figure.
But could such a man genuinely submit to Ye Xuan?
Huang Pangzi dared not contemplate it, yet he had a very strong premonition, one born from his blind admiration for Ye Xuan, knowing well that his master never undertakes sothing unless he is certain of success.
…
The world was astounded, shaken to its core.
Immortal Extinguishing’s defeat had shattered the expectations of the world, but it spread Ye Xuan’s na across the globe, officially recognizing him as the foremost master of the East, unmatched by anyone.
At that mont, an envoy from Japan, who had just been dispatched to Jiangnan City, was ant to reclaim the Muramasa Demon Sword from Ye Xuan, but he was quickly recalled by the Japanese Emperor, clearly intimidated by Ye Xuan’s fearso reputation.
Not only Japan, but the Holy Daughter from Korea was also heading towards Xia Country to et with Ye Xuan, the first master of the East.
Many global powers sent congratulatory ssages, celebrating Ye Xuan’s ascension to this prestigious position.
At the sa ti, countless Ancient Martial Arts Superpower Users stationed themselves in Jiangnan City, with many young talents visiting Qingyun Small House daily, hoping to take Ye Xuan as their ntor.
These young talents, so from Xia Country itself, others from around the world, were all prominent figures from major forces, each hoping to enter Ye Xuan’s tutelage and consequently mark their background with Ye Xuan’s emblem.
These recent days had left Ye Xuan overwheld until he instructed Huang Pangzi to slaughter all the young n and won sent by these major powers, finally bringing a rare peace to Qingyun Small House.
Logically, the slaying of these young talents should have enraged these powers, bringing down their wrath like thunder, yet knowing they faced Ye Xuan, the unparalleled first master of the East, none dared even a peep, ekly collecting the bodies of these young elites and no longer daring to disturb Ye Xuan’s peace.
Such was the power of Ye Xuan’s na, a force that instilled extre wariness among global powers.
After all, a century ago, when Immortal Extinguishing swept through the East and even pushed towards the West, it was this formidable man who was defeated by Ye Xuan.
How could they dare act rashly against him?
…
At the sa ti, in Japan, within the Emperor Pavilion.
The Japanese Emperor sat solemnly on his golden throne, surrounded by kneeling Japanese Martial Artists, the atmosphere in the space oppressively stifling.
“Emperor above, the Muramasa Demon Sword is our country’s treasure.
How could it fall into Ye Xuan’s hands?”
“Indeed, the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword has been missing for a long ti.
This Muramasa Demon Sword is extrely important to our country and is also the key to opening the Gate of Summoning Spirits.
If we cannot reclaim it, it will cause great damage to our country.”
Many court officials continually advised, which also made the Emperor of Japan’s face gloomy and he remained silent for a long ti.
“Emperor…”
Bang!
“Enough!”
Suddenly, the Emperor of Japan fiercely smashed the jade beside him and, with a ferocious expression, looked at the many court officials and said, “Even the Immortal Extinguishing was defeated by him; how do you expect to retrieve the Muramasa Demon Sword?”
“Have you all forgotten?”
“A hundred years ago, the Immortal Extinguishing set foot in Japan and defeated our warriors one by one.
That sha has not yet been washed away, and even the Immortal Extinguishing is no match for Ye Xuan.
Do you want history to repeat itself?”
The Emperor of Japan roared angrily, silencing the ministers, who dared not make a sound for quite so ti.
After many monts, the Emperor of Japan suppressed his rage and said with a dark tone, “The Muramasa Demon Sword must not be lost, it is also the key to opening the Gate of Summoning Spirits.
Since we cannot take it openly, let us take it covertly!”
“Summon soone.
Instruct the Muramasa family, by whatever ans necessary, to reclaim the Muramasa Demon Sword for .
If they fail to complete the task, let all mbers of the Muramasa family commit seppuku.”
The Emperor of Japan spoke nacingly, and a servant quickly relayed his command to the Muramasa family.
…
At the sa ti.
In the West, inside a lavish estate.
A thick scent of blood wafted through the air, with nurous corpses slumped in pools of blood.
A blonde woman, drenched in blood and holding a Western long sword, knelt on the ground.
Her eyes, crimson red, were blurred with tears.
“Tell , tell , who exactly are you?
What grudge do you have against that you would slaughter my entire family?” The Western Sword Saint clenched her teeth, her eyes filled with an overwhelming hatred that seed almost palpable, as she scread.
“Bla your ignorance of the tis, wanting to avenge that worthless Blood Blade.
Since you dared to oppose our master, then you must be prepared to die.”
The leader of the Netherworld Blood Slaughter Group, Mantou, holding a blood-colored long blade, coldly looked at the Western Sword Saint while behind him, mbers of the Blood Slaughter Group had already slaughtered everyone in the estate.
“Ye… Ye Xuan… was it… him?” The Western Sword Saint’s eyes widened, and her fists clenched tightly, filled with indescribable hatred.
“Western Sword Saint, today is your day to die.
Go to Hell with your family.”
Mantou cruelly smirked, his Blood Blade slicing through the air toward the Western Sword Saint, a bloodthirsty light flickering in his eyes, clearly pleased to be close to completing the task Ye Xuan had assigned.
Suddenly!
At this critical mont, a sinister cackling echoed through the void, and a streak of blood light enveloped the Western Sword Saint.
In Mantou’s astonished gaze, the Western Sword Saint suddenly vanished from the spot.
“Audacious!
Who dares to obstruct my Netherworld’s killing?”
Mantou bellowed furiously, the Blood Blade in his hand buzzing loudly, and he looked around Heaven and Earth searching for the mysterious person who had rescued the Western Sword Saint.
“Hehehe!”
“Go back and tell Ye Xuan that our battle with him has just begun.
It won’t be long before we make him understand what true despair ans.”
An eerie, mocking laughter spread from all around, and as the voice grew more distant, it made Mantou’s expression turn extrely somber, his aura terrifyingly malevolent.
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