Chapter 210: Chapter 211: Fighting Liuu Yifei

Following Liuu Yifei’s gaze, everyone turned to look at the white-robed figure standing among the Loose Cultivators.

The figure stood with one hand behind his back, his expression as calm as still water. His white robes were immaculate, and his eyes were clear yet profoundly deep.

"Ye Wushuang, did you think I wouldn’t find you just because you were hiding here?" Liuu Yifei said coldly, his sharp gaze piercing through the void like a cold blade to land on Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang?

The group of Loose Cultivators stared at Ye Wushuang with curiosity. ’When did this person show up next to us? We didn’t notice him at all.’

"So you found me. What are you going to do about it?" Ye Wushuang retorted, looking at Liuu Yifei with a scoff.

"I’m going to take your life, of course. No one can help you here."

A cold glint flashed in Liuu Yifei’s eyes. Remembering the previous humiliation and disgrace Ye Wushuang had caused him, killing intent uncontrollably erupted from his heart.

Everyone present could feel it. The killing intent was overwhelmingly strong!

"All irrelevant personnel, step aside. It would be best if you didn’t meddle in the affairs of my Celestial Sword Sect," Liuu Yifei said indifferently. His words were pointed, and his eyes turned to Xiang Tianxiao, making his meaning perfectly clear.

However, Xiang Tianxiao didn’t move.

Since he didn’t move, the others didn’t either.

Liuu Yifei and the Celestial Sword Sect disciples beside him all narrowed their eyes. Loose Cultivators would invariably give Sect disciples a wide berth, retreating for miles. Yet, these people seemed completely unfazed.

Liuu Yifei’s gaze darkened. "You want to meddle in the Celestial Sword Sect’s business? You’ll have to bear the consequences."

At these words, a young man at the True Essence Fifth Layer from the Loose Cultivators’ side stepped forward indignantly. "Don’t take things too far! Do you really think we Loose Cultivators are easy to bully?"

"Hmph, a mere True Essence Fifth Layer cultivator. It’s not your place to speak here!"

Upon hearing this, a vicious light erupted from Liuu Yifei’s eyes. A terrifying Sword Aura flashed into existence and instantly slashed at the young Loose Cultivator.

Liuu Yifei had attacked without any warning, giving no one time to react.

BAM!

Ah!

The young Loose Cultivator was struck instantly. A gaping, bloody wound opened on his chest. He let out a bloodcurdling scream as his body was sent flying like a kite with a snapped string.

THUD!

He crashed to the ground dozens of yards away, making the earth tremble.

"Let that be a lesson to you!" Liuu Yifei watched with indifference. His goal was to intimidate—to completely cow this group of Loose Cultivators.

Liuu Yifei had experienced Ye Wushuang’s strength firsthand. It was formidable. Back then, he was only at the True Essence Third Layer, but now he had broken through to the True Essence Fourth Layer. Killing him would take some effort.

If these Loose Cultivators decided to interfere, killing Ye Wushuang today would become much more difficult.

Seeing Liuu Yifei’s vicious attack, the Loose Cultivators were enraged, their fists clenching so tightly their knuckles cracked.

"Sir, you’ve gone too far," Xiang Tianxiao said, his eyes also fixed on Liuu Yifei.

Liuu Yifei’s gaze swept over the crowd before finally landing on Xiang Tianxiao. He warned, "I only want Ye Wushuang’s life. Hand him over, and you can all leave. But if you insist on meddling, don’t blame me for being merciless."

Xiang Tianxiao smiled. "Well then, I suppose I enjoy meddling. He is one of us Loose Cultivators now, so I will naturally ensure his safety."

"So you wish to make an enemy of my Celestial Sword Sect?" Liuu Yifei’s expression was grim. It wasn’t that he was trying to be overbearing; he was just that desperate to kill Ye Wushuang. If these people didn’t leave, they would suffer losses once the fighting began.

"I have no intention of making an enemy of your esteemed Sect," Xiang Tianxiao said. "However, this man is standing with me now, which makes him one of us. I only hope you can let him go this once. I would be endlessly grateful." As the current leader of the Loose Cultivators, he knew that handing over Ye Wushuang would dishearten all of them.

Besides, Liuu Yifei had wounded one of their own over a single disagreement. If they backed down now, how could they ever hold their heads high again?

The moment Xiang Tianxiao finished speaking, the expressions of the Celestial Sword Sect disciples darkened. A tense atmosphere, like that of drawn swords and nocked bows, began to spread through the canyon.

Just then, Ye Wushuang moved.

He stepped forward from the crowd, cupped his fist toward Xiang Tianxiao, and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Xiang. Liuu Yifei is here for me. I’ve already dragged everyone into this, so please, let me handle it myself."

"You’ll handle it yourself?" Xiang Tianxiao was taken aback for a moment.

Ye Wushuang nodded with a faint smile. "I just had a breakthrough and haven’t had a chance to test my strength. It’s perfect timing that someone would deliver himself to my doorstep."

"How arrogant!"

Hearing this, the Celestial Sword Sect disciples sneered. ’Liuu Yifei is at the True Essence Eighth Layer and a candidate for the future strongest disciple. And some True Essence Fourth Layer runt wants to challenge him?’

The Loose Cultivators also watched Ye Wushuang, a mixture of helplessness and wry smiles on their faces. To challenge someone at the True Essence Eighth Layer... they could only marvel at how calmly Ye Wushuang had said it.

BOOM!

Wasting no more words, Ye Wushuang decided to strike first. He leaped into the air and unleashed the Barbaric Tyrant Dragon Fist—a fierce, domineering attack with astonishing power.

The image of a massive Tyrant Dragon materialized, its body stretching across the sky. It spiraled down, coiling toward Liuu Yifei.

"Stand back! Today, I will personally take Ye Wushuang’s head."

Liuu Yifei shot a look at the few True Essence Seventh Layer disciples beside him before drawing his sword. A rainbow of Sword Light shot through the heavens, blasting toward the Shadow of Tyrant Dragon.

Meanwhile, those True Essence Seventh Layer disciples put on solemn expressions and watched Xiang Tianxiao and the other Loose Cultivators, ready to prevent them from helping Ye Wushuang.

Sigh!

Below, the crowd of Loose Cultivators couldn’t stop sighing.

Even Xiang Tianxiao could only offer a helpless smile. He had wanted to save Ye Wushuang, but he never expected the man to actively seek death. There was nothing he could do but watch quietly.

The Ancient Sword pierced through the Tyrant Dragon, shattering Ye Wushuang’s attack.

"Sword Swings Clear Wind!" Liuu Yifei descended from the sky, his Ancient Sword aimed downward. Countless streams of Sword Qi shot forth, drifting like a gentle breeze as they flew murderously toward Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang strode forward and activated his Treasure Body, throwing a ferocious punch. The golden Fist Seal displaced the air, reducing resistance as it tore through the void to crash against the incoming Sword Qi.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The collision between the golden fist and the Sword Qi sent sparks flying. The impact energy seemed to reach a critical point before exploding with a loud BAM!

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Wushuang drew his Dragon Blood Battle Saber. He closed the distance to Liuu Yifei in a single, swift stride and unleashed a flurry of powerful downward slashes. One after another, blood-red moons seemed to flash in the void before falling.

Liuu Yifei gripped the hilt of his Ancient Sword and twirled his wrist. The Ancient Sword seemed to awaken as the light from its Inscriptions blazed, emitting a sharp Killing Power.

Liuu Yifei raised his sword to the sky. Sword Light bloomed, forming a sword shadow dozens of yards long—it was incomparably domineering!

"Overlord Sword Slash!"

With a low shout, Liuu Yifei swiftly gripped the hilt with his other hand and swung, crashing against the blood-moon-like saber gleams.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

Explosions erupted one after another as the two advanced on each other. The Ancient Sword and the Battle Saber clashed—CLANG! CLANG!—the sound of metal striking metal was deafening. The resulting sparks were more brilliant than any firework.

The crowd below watched, dumbfounded. No one had expected that Ye Wushuang could actually hold his own against a cultivator at the True Essence Eighth Layer.

"When did a Demon Fiend like him appear among us Loose Cultivators?"

"I know, right? He was standing right next to me a moment ago. He didn’t look all that strong, but now..."

The Loose Cultivators began to mutter amongst themselves.

The gray-robed youth beside Xiang Tianxiao muttered, "This Ye Wushuang isn’t a Loose Cultivator, is he?"

"Probably not. I’m afraid he’s a Disciple from some Sect."

Xiang Tianxiao replied, his gaze fixed on Ye Wushuang. ’To be able to fight someone at the True Essence Eighth Layer... he truly is a Demon Fiend!’