"Bastard..."

The Holy Mansion Leader’s lips twitched with raging anger, and he coldly stared at Ye Xuan, shouting, "Who is blocking the road ahead?"

Ye Xuan acted as if he hadn’t heard, continuing to drink.

This was considered one of his bad habits; every time he achieved victory in a major war, he liked to drink heartily.

As the saying goes, drink the strongest wine, sleep with the most beautiful women.

Men should be like this!!

Seeing Ye Xuan not responding, the sense of humiliation within the Holy Mansion grew stronger, about to speak again.

Zhao Zongsheng, beside him, spoke solemnly, "He is Ye Xuan!"

Suddenly!

The people of the Holy Mansion changed their colors in shock and amazement!

He is Ye Xuan?

He is the Black Emperor!!

Instantly, the people of the Holy Mansion who initially thought the person before them posed no threat suddenly felt the danger here was off the charts.

Who is the Black Emperor?

The god of the battlefield!!

His name alone was enough to terrify many, many souls!

Of course, the panic was only momentary, as everyone there had seen the world and experienced life and death and wouldn’t easily lose their composure.

The Holy Mansion Leader came to his senses and said firmly, "This Black Emperor is too arrogant, blocking our way alone as if our Holy Mansion was nothing in his eyes? He is courting death!"

The Holy Mansion Leader waved his large hand, "Attack, kill him!"

"Kill!!"

Everyone roared with killing aura, eyes red as they surged towards Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan kept his eyes down, continuing to drink unconcernedly as if the commotion had nothing to do with him.

Several figures charged at Ye Xuan, with blade lights and sword shadows!

Ye Xuan merely waved a hand.

Sword come!!

Sword release!!

Sword return!!

Immediately, the whole world went silent.

Ye Xuan continued to drink lazily, dreaming of life.

The sword remained stuck beside him.

But the figures that approached him seemed to be frozen like statues, all actions halted, even their facial expressions completely petrified!

Three seconds.

Three seconds later, these figures collapsed, no longer moving!

The figures following them stopped in fear, with some timid ones even retreating a few steps, watching Ye Xuan from afar, afraid to step forward.

Fear of death is the nature of all living beings!

A great defeat had already crushed their morale, and witnessing such a terrifying scene made them hesitant to rush forward with disregard for life and death.

The Holy Mansion Leader seeing this, was furious, "What are you doing? At a time like this, you’re still afraid to die? Attack, damn it, attack!"

The people of the Holy Mansion remained hesitant.

"Bastards, bastards!"

The Holy Mansion Leader, enraged and frustrated, raised the Ghost Head Saber and charged at Ye Xuan himself, "I’ll handle it myself!"

The Holy Mansion Leader reached Ye Xuan.

He then stopped, stunned.

The Ghost Head Saber in his hand couldn’t advance even an inch.

His heavy steps could no longer be lifted.

In his constricted pupils, a fearful gaze, like seeing a ghost, gathered wildly.

In the dead silence.

Bang!

The Holy Mansion Leader collapsed and didn’t get up again.

Dead!!

Like monkeys scattering from a fallen tree, everyone’s hearts sank!

And at that moment, Ye Xuan finally finished drinking from the jug, smacking his lips, then slowly stood.

With indifferent eyes, he slowly gazed upon everyone in the night.

He smiled demonically.

A cold, merciless voice echoed in the wind, "After tonight, the world shall be without Saint Mansion!"

As the words fell!

Clang!

The Dragon Blood Sword was unsheathed, its sound resonating through the skies!

Ye Xuan vanished from his spot.

And reappeared ten meters behind the crowd.

Bang!

The jug he had tossed aside finally landed, shattered.

Meanwhile, the hundreds of figures present became utterly rigid, losing all sensation.

Including Zhao Zongsheng!

He was staring into the void, his dark eyes filled with endless fear and shock.

It was as if even unto death, he couldn’t believe that in just over a month since last seeing Ye Xuan, his power had grown to such an extent!

Granted, last time they met, he was nowhere near Ye Xuan’s equal.

But at least, Ye Xuan was held back by Chang Yunman and couldn’t kill him then.

But today’s Ye Xuan, the strength he displayed, left Zhao Zongsheng absolutely certain... Even if the severely wounded Chang Yunman appeared again, he would still have no chance of survival.

Because, Ye Xuan wouldn’t need a moment to kill him!!

Bang, bang, bang!

With figures collapsing one after another, blood flowed like rivers.

The brilliance welcomed the false watchers, slowly witnessing the true believers!

The once glorious Saint Mansion, has now vanished into thin air!

The time is tragic, the people’s will lonely!

The long, lonesome night, atop the mountain peaks!

Ye Xuan stood with his sword, lonely as snow!

The corpses strewn around, blood flowing like rivers, the horrifying scene seemed like a proud badge deeply embedded into the silhouette of this sword-bearing man.

Just one person, of thousands, is but a matter of one sword!

What kind of power is this?

What kind of invincibility is this?

"Huff—"

Ye Xuan softly exhaled, suppressing the surging heat in him. As the cold wind blew for a while, the crimson in his eyes gradually faded.

The aftermath of war, like a haunting specter, clung to Ye Xuan, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake it off.

Even as Ye Xuan ascended to the ranks of an unprecedented Qi Gong Master in a century, this damned war-related aftermath showed no sign of healing and, in fact, seemed even more easily triggered!

"Really strange..."

Ye Xuan tugged at the corner of his mouth, perplexed.

From a medical perspective, whether physical or psychological, with the advance of body mechanisms, should be effectively treated.

The war aftermath, even though rare, is ultimately a psychological issue.

Ye Xuan’s breakthrough into a Qi Gong Master implied undeniable progress in all aspects of his body mechanisms.

Yet, in spite of this, not only did the war aftermath not heal at all, it felt even more exacerbating, which was frustrating!

On several occasions, Ye Xuan even wondered whether he had misjudged, and what he took as war aftermath was not a sickness, but some unknown special condition?

Thinking about this, Ye Xuan felt immensely troubled.

Can’t figure it out, can’t untangle it!

Unable to obtain a definite answer, Ye Xuan could only helplessly shake his head, choosing to let it go, then lifted his steps to leave the mountain.

But at that moment.

Figures surged wildly from below the mountain, a mighty and high-spirited force charging like a lion’s army!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The sound of breaking wind continued, as this vast, over three hundred strong team appeared nearby.

At the forefront were Chi Lian and others, familiar faces.

Seeing the scene of scattered corpses, the Divine Weapon warriors from Purgatory were stunned and amazed.