"Ye Xuan, you bastard, today you …."

"Enough, don't say such harsh words. With your current appearance and condition, being neither a human nor a ghost isn't even a threat to me!"

However, before they could finish their angry words, they were interrupted by Ye Xuan's cold and impatient words.

"You …"

"Puchi …"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, the Asura King spat out a mouthful of blood in anger.

"If you had died in the explosion, you would have been satisfied. But unfortunately, you survived, so should I praise you for your luck, or praise you for your courage? After all, if you land in my hands, I won't let you die a happy death! "

A dragon blade appeared in Ye Xuan's hand as he coldly spoke.


The instant his words left his mouth, a wild energy burst out from beneath his feet. Lightning surged beneath his feet as he transformed into a bolt of lightning, shooting towards the Asura King, first generation ancestor of the Leng Clan, and first generation ancestor of the Song Clan.

The strength of these three old fellows wasn't ordinary. Ye Xuan wasn't stupid enough to give them time and opportunity to recover from their injuries.

In a split-second, he appeared in front of the Asura King. The dragon blade in his hand howled as a resplendent saber light bloomed, carrying a murderous intent as it slashed down at the Asura King's left side.

"Damn it!"

This sudden turn of events caused the Asura King's expression to change. It let out an angry curse as it shifted to the side without hesitation.

Unfortunately, the heavily injured him wasn't as fast as Ye Xuan.

"Swish …"

"Ahh …"

Fresh blood splattered everywhere as a miserable scream came out from the Asura King's mouth. Ye Xuan's dragon blade cut down from his left arm on the spot.

"You little beast, go to hell!"

The instant Ye Xuan attacked the Asura King, the first generation ancestor of the Leng Clan and the first generation ancestor of the Song Clan endured the intense pain from their bodies and appeared behind Ye Xuan.

They'd used all of their strength for this palm strike. If it hit Ye Xuan, then he'd definitely die!

"If you want me to die, the current you are not qualified!"

Seeing this, Ye Xuan sneered. The corner of his mouth curled up as he spoke in a cold voice.

"Chi! Chi!"

The instant his words left his mouth, he abruptly turned to the side and slashed out with the dragon blade in his hand.

The sound of flesh being cut and the screams of the first generation ancestor of the Leng Clan and the first generation ancestor of the Song Clan rang out.

Their palms were instantly sliced into two by Ye Xuan's dragon blade. Fresh blood splattered, and their five fingers vanished without a trace.



The instant their hands were cut off, Ye Xuan's expression turned ice-cold. His foot abruptly exerted force, bringing along the might of wind and lightning as he heavily kicked at their chests.

Thirty-six Wind Thunder Kick!

Muffled collisions were heard continuously.

The Song Family's first generation ancestor and the Leng Clan's first generation ancestor flew out like two cannonballs, heavily smashing into the mutated flying dragon's body. The bones in their bodies shattered, as they lost all ability to fight.


Another muffled sound of a collision rang out. The Asura King was also sent flying by Ye Xuan's kick, smashing right in front of the mutated flying dragon.

"Cough cough …"

They were coughing violently, and traces of black blood flowed out of their mouths. It could be said that they were in a miserable state, worse than beggars by the roadside.

They struggled to get up, but the mutated flying dragon stared at them with its ice-cold and greedy fiery eyes, causing them to not dare to move at all.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle …"

Clear footsteps sounded out as Ye Xuan walked expressionlessly towards them with a dragon blade in hand. Their faces were filled with terror and their eyes were filled with panic.

At this moment, they weren't a match for Ye Xuan.

"Little... "Little bastard, what are you trying to do?"

A husky trembling voice came out from the Asura King's mouth.

As he felt Ye Xuan's thick and hoarse voice, he was truly afraid of the grand Asura King.

"Ye Xuan, I …" The enmity between us is. It can be resolved, but … As long as you let me go! " The Song Family's first generation Patriarch also spoke with fear.

"Ye …" Ye Xuan, I know about your marriage to Leng Qingcheng. You're the son-in-law of my Leng Clan. If you let me off, I … I am willing to let you inherit all of the Leng Clan's assets! "

At this moment, the Leng Clan's first generation Patriarch also spoke with a trembling and frightened expression.

After experiencing Ye Xuan's methods, they were truly afraid.

He regretted going against Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan was originally the son-in-law of the Leng Clan. With him, the Leng Clan would definitely ascend to greater heights!

However, Ye Xuan's cold and merciless reply was, "I can let you go, but …. My mount will not let you off. "

"Xiaoqing, they are yours now!"


Just as Ye Xuan finished speaking, the mutated flying dragon let out an ear-piercing roar. It abruptly opened its huge mouth and bit at the Asura King and the others …

To a mutated wyvern, the Asura King and the others were excellent delicacies!

"Ahh …"


As the Asura King and the others saw the flying dragon that was tearing its way towards them, all of their expressions changed and they cried out in despair.


Seeing that they were about to become the food of the mutated flying dragon, a huge amount of Sword Qi flew from the sea and hit the mutated flying dragon's head, causing a deep sound and forcing it back.

A cold and ancient voice came from the distant sea.

"Asura King, Old Man Leng, Old Man Song, you were actually made into such a state by a single member of the younger generation. Aren't you a bit too shameful?"

As the voice sounded out, three figures slowly appeared in front of Ye Xuan and the others with ice-cold steps. Ye Xuan's brows were tightly knitted together.

These three figures were none other than the ancestor of the Unparalleled Sword Sect and the Swordmaster, Swordsmanship!

As for the Asura King, the first generation ancestor of the Leng Clan and the first generation ancestor of the Song Clan, all of them had expressions of extreme joy on their faces. They were filled with excitement as they said, "Brother Jian!"

"Kid, release them now, kneel down and beg for forgiveness. The Ancestor will leave you with an intact corpse!"

The Unparalleled Sword Ancestor walked over and swept his gaze across the Asura King and the others before landing on Ye Xuan. Cold words came out of his mouth.

"Haha …" Little bastard, you didn't expect us to have reinforcements, right? Today you are dead! "

The Asura King, first generation ancestor of the Leng Clan, and others who had survived the calamity began to heartily laugh at this moment.

It was as if they could already see Ye Xuan being brutally slaughtered by the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor!

"The one to die will only be you, not me! Little Qing! "

Hearing this, Ye Xuan sneered, and a cold, emotionless voice sounded out.

The moment Ye Xuan's words left his mouth, the mutated flying dragon swiftly grabbed the Asura King and the others and threw them into its giant mouth.

"Evil creature, you're courting death!"

Seeing this, the face of the Peerless Sword Ancestor changed. He drew his sword and a majestic sword aura rushed towards the mutated flying dragon. However, the mutated flying dragon flapped its wings and grabbed the Asura King and the others as it flew towards the sky to dodge the sword aura.

"Ahh …"

"No, Lord Immortal Emperor will definitely not let you off …"

In the next moment, the Asura King's desperate screams and the mutated wyvern's crunchy chewing sounds echoed throughout the skies …

However, as the Asura King crushed the medallion before it died, a strange energy fluctuation emanated forth.