With the successful cultivation of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes, the scenery in front of Ye Xuan underwent a tremendous change. It was completely different from what he'd seen in the past.


He could clearly see the floating dust in the air, could see the moving molecules in the air, could see the thin spiritual energy floating in the air. Everything was so clear.

He stood up and looked out of the window. In his line of sight, there were all kinds of fish swimming in the water of the Su River. Not only could he predict the movements of these fish, he could also see through their bodies.

Everything he saw with his eyes was different now.

This was the strangeness of the fire and ice Yin Yang Eyes. Not only could it see through Yin and Yang, it could also see through the nature of things and predict the future of things in advance.

If Ye Xuan were to use the Icy Fire Yin Yang Eyes in battle, not only would he be able to see through the opponent's body weakness and martial skills, he would also be able to predict their movements in the next second and counterattack effectively.


"Shua!"


Although the fire and ice Yin Yang Eyes were extremely powerful, it consumed a great deal of energy to open them. Even Ye Xuan wouldn't be able to use them for a long period of time.


Carefully observing and familiarizing himself once more, Ye Xuan's thought caused the fire and ice Yin Eye to gradually close. The deep blue pupils in his left eye and the scarlet red in his right eye gradually returned to their original color. They were pitch-black and deep, as if they were able to suck in everyone's eyes.


Ye Xuan withdrew his gaze, yawned, and lazily stretched. The bones in his body crackled like fried beans, making him feel extremely comfortable.


Now that his strength had broken through to the Dragon Transformation Realm, he was able to execute many powerful martial skills, the Devil Lord's Dharma Ice-Fire Illusion, and the illusion that he was so proud of. He could even fight a Martial King with no fear.

If Ye Xuan were to meet Leng Hongxiao or Jiexi again, then Song Xiyuan and the others would have the confidence to defeat them.

As for physical resistance, even the explosion of a bomb was not a big deal.


After tidying up the cultivation room, Ye Xuan lazily stretched his back and walked outside.


"BOOM!"

"Puchi …"

Just as Ye Xuan walked out of the room, the muffled sound of impact and the sound of him spitting out blood quietly rang out, causing Ye Xuan's gaze to go cold as he charged towards the source of the sound like lightning.


In the garden of the villa, Fang Wujie's face was pale. He looked at Leng Hongxiao, the Sun God Allocer, the God of Death, and the others with wounds all over his body.


He reached out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and an ice-cold voice came out from Fang Wujie's mouth, "What do you all mean by this?"


"What do you mean? "Brat, stop acting and hand over the Immortal's Coffin!"


Leng Hongxiao stared coldly at Fang Wujie, his mouth filled with a murderous intent.

They spent a huge sum of money to obtain the Immortal Coffin of Immortality, but before they could study it, it was stolen by someone.

In their opinion, the only person who could steal the Immortal Coffin without making a sound in front of them was Fang Wujie. Who let this brat keep on saying that he was the number one Divine Thief in the world?

"Immortal coffin?" What Immortal coffin? Didn't you all record it? What did you guys come here to find me for? "

Fang Wujie replied with a cold smile.


"You're courting death!"


Just as Fang Wujie finished his sentence, killing intent flashed in Leng Hongxiao's eyes. Violent force burst out from beneath his feet, like a roaring dragon, and he punched out towards Fang Wujie.


"Old thing, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"


Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed across Fang Wujie's eyes. He did not dodge but gritted his teeth and swung his fist with great force towards Leng Hongxiao.

"Bam!"

The next moment, a muffled collision sound rang out. It was Fang Wujie's fist colliding with Leng Hongxiao's fist.

"Tap, tap, tap …"

Powerful energy spread out in all directions. Fang Wujie was pushed back dozens of steps by the powerful energy before he managed to stabilize himself. Every step he took shattered the hard ground beneath his feet.

However, Leng Hongxiao only took half a step back.

It was obvious that Fang Wujie was weaker when compared to Leng Hongxiao. Furthermore, what he was most adept at was speed.

"Brat, hand over the thing obediently. Otherwise, no matter who your master is, you will die today!"


Leng Hongxiao stared coldly at Fang Wujie as unquestionable words came from his mouth.

After a pause, he continued, "Also, where is that little bastard Ye Xuan hiding at? Tell him to come out and see me!"

"You want me to die? You think too highly of yourselves! As for where Ye Xuan is? "I think he might be at your house making love to your wife right now."

Fang Wujie laughed coldly, forcefully suppressing the sweetness in his throat as he spoke at a moderate pace.


"Die!"

Murderous intent filled Leng Hongxiao's eyes. With a violent killing intent, he turned into a gust of cold wind and dashed towards Fang Wugou. In an instant, he appeared in front of him and swung his fist at his face.

"Swoosh!"

However, at this moment, a strong sense of danger filled Leng Hongxiao's heart, causing his expression to change slightly. He had no choice but to give up his opponent's attack, and turned around to dodge to the side.

"Ding ding ding …"

In the instant that Leng Hongxiao dodged, eighteen rays of blinding golden light whizzed past him from not too far away and struck the ground with a crisp sound, transforming into an eye-catching "Die" character formed from eighteen golden needles.

"Crossing Disaster Gold Needle?"

"Ye Xuan?"

Leng Hongxiao stared at the eighteen Crossing Disaster Gold Needles on the ground. Cold light flashed in his eyes as he spoke with a cold tone.

"Old dog Leng, you're full. Why did you come to my villa and bark at night?"

Just as Leng Hongxiao finished his sentence, a cold voice rang out silently.


Following the sound of this voice, Ye Xuan slowly walked out and appeared in front of Leng Hongxiao, the god of death, and the sun god, Allocer.


"Older brother Xuan!"


Seeing Ye Xuan walk out, a hint of joy appeared on Fang Wujie's face as he hurriedly ran over.

"Are you alright?"

Ye Xuan extended a hand to fear Fang Wujie's shoulder as he asked in concern.


"It's just a minor injury!"


Fang Wujie replied with a smile.

Seeing Ye Xuan walk out, Leng Hongxiao, Death God Danatus, Sun God Allocer, and the others' gazes turned extremely cold. Especially death god Danatus and Sun God Allocer, they sent Hei Jue to assassinate Ye Xuan.

It was obvious that Hei Jue fell into the hands of Ye Xuan and the others.

The reason they came here today wasn't just to steal the Immortal coffin away from Fang Wujie, but to seek revenge for Hei Jue.

"Little bastard Ye Xuan, you're finally willing to come out!"

Leng Hongxiao stared hatefully at Ye Xuan as he clenched his fists so tightly that they made 'ka ka' sounds. Endless chantingly cold words came out of his mouth.


"Ye Xuan, where's Hei Jue?"

The grim reaper Danates asked in a cold voice at this moment.

"What is Absolute Black that can be eaten?"


Ye Xuan only sneered in the face of their murderous gazes and questioning, and spoke with an indifferent tone.

"Brat, are you f * cking pretending?"

Killing intent surged in the eyes of the Grim Reaper Danat as he took a step forward, a powerful aura diffused around him as words of rage flowed out from his mouth.

He was the dignified god of death. How could he not be angry when a mere member of the younger generation dared to behave atrociously in front of him and act so calmly and arrogantly?


"Lord Death God, what are you wasting your breath on him for? Let me cripple him!"


One of the trusted aides behind the Death God, Danates, said angrily at this moment.


His name was Hei Cang, and he was a core member of the Death Shrine. He had entered the Void Star Realm for many years and was a five star Martial King. Combined with the science fiction equipment developed by the Death Shrine, even a seven star high grade Martial King would have the ability to fight him.


"Go!"

Seeing Hei Zang take the initiative to volunteer himself, the god of death, Dana Te, didn't reject him but instead opened his mouth coldly.

"Boom!"


Hei Cang charged toward Ye Xuan with intense killing intent. The instant he charged over, a terrifying force spread out from his body, setting off a violent wind.


A propeller device on his arm was suddenly activated, spraying out a large amount of heat, causing his speed to increase. The power in his fist was even stronger, just like a ferocious black tiger aiming at Ye Xuan's face.


As Hei Cang's fist was thrown out, a terrifying Astral Qi howled out, giving one the illusion that the mountains were collapsing and the earth cracking. The air itself was vibrating and exploding along with it. One could imagine just how powerful his fist was.


Even a high grade Martial King would not dare to face it head-on.

This was the power that Black Voodoo had. If not for the fact that he did not return to the Western Asura World to fight, he might have been able to gain a place in the Western Asura World with his strength.

However, Ye Xuan had no intention to dodge Hei Cang's powerful punch. Instead, he calmly watched as Hei Zhuo's attack approached.


However, Ye Xuan's pupils changed at this moment. His left pupil became an azure blue, while his right pupil became a crimson red that flickered with a demonic brilliance.

Fire and Ice Yin Yang Eyes, open!

Following the activation of the Fire and Ice Yin Yang Eyes, the scenery in front of Ye Xuan's eyes underwent a bizarre change. The changes and energy flow within his body, which was filled with an intense attack, as well as his own weaknesses and strange attacks, were clearly displayed in Ye Xuan's line of sight.


As Hei Zang's powerful attack neared, Ye Xuan's two fingers lightly poked out a leaf and automatically flew into his hands. Ye Xuan infused some force into his fingers and abruptly sent them flying.

At the same time, Ye Xuan's body slightly tilted backwards and his head tilted to the side.

"Chi! Chi!"


The sound of clothes being cut suddenly rang out. Under the shocked and stunned gazes of Fang Wujie, Leng Hongxiao, and the Death God Danatus, the leaves flew out of Ye Xuan's hands and spun in the air, streaking past Hei Zang's body. Turning around, the leaves silently entered Hei Zang's back.

"Boom!"

Hei Cang's figure, which was originally swinging his fist toward Ye Xuan, suddenly froze. The cold and piercing light from his fist swept past Ye Xuan like a black tiger, smashing against the large tree behind him and emitting a deafening sound.

However, Ye Xuan wasn't injured in the slightest.


"You … You. You treat me. Do... What did you do? "


Hei Cang looked at Ye Xuan, who was nearby, in horror, as he spoke in a hoarse voice.


He could feel the life force and energy in his body rapidly dissipating, telling him that he was about to die.

However, he didn't understand how Ye Xuan had hurt himself. He only vaguely saw Ye Xuan pick up a leaf and casually toss it away …

"Puchi …"


Just as he finished speaking, a mouthful of black blood sprayed out from his mouth and his body heavily fell into the pool of blood.


The leaves that Ye Xuan threw out were like sharp knives that pierced through his back, tearing his heart apart …