Chapter 367 - 347: Joining Hands to Slay Zhaang Ye

Zhaang Ye’s hand shone with a brilliant golden light.

Before everyone’s eyes, Zhaang Ye’s resplendent golden hand gently squeezed, and the immensely powerful ball of Colorless Flame sent by Yang Guyuan was instantly caught!

The Colorless Flame contained infinite heat. The moment it touched Zhaang Ye’s palm, it erupted like a volcano. It was as if his fingers had seized a great dragon, or a bolt of lightning from the heavens. A series of strange noises emanated from between his fingers—a sound that was terrifying to the extreme!

SWOOSH!

Zhaang Ye’s five fingers locked tightly around the Colorless Flame. With a slight flick of his wrist, he immediately flung it into the sky.

BOOM!

The Colorless Flame flew into the sky and immediately detonated. A blindingly dazzling light flashed across the heavens, as if a second sun had appeared. Infinite heat blasted out in all directions, blowing away every cloud in the sky, leaving the entire expanse clear and bright.

Yang Guyuan stared blankly at the sky, his face pale. He muttered, "My Colorless Flame is the most powerful technique from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Heaven-Burning True Skill. That ball of fire could boil a whole pond dry or melt a ten-thousand-jin boulder into magma. How could such a powerful flame fail to melt a single hand?! How is that possible?"

Yang Guyuan snapped back to his senses. He gave Zhaang Ye a deep look, then silently executed his Body Technique and left the small hill.

His most formidable technique had been effortlessly neutralized by Zhaang Ye. Yang Guyuan knew he was no match for him, so he decisively chose to retreat.

Zhaang Ye stood silently in place for a long moment before finally letting out a long breath. ’Yang Guyuan is truly worthy of his title as the number one of the younger generation in the Thirteen Countries. His Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Heaven-Burning True Skill holds infinite power.’ Zhaang Ye had only managed to neutralize Yang Guyuan’s final strike because of the glove on his hand. Even so, a sliver of heat had still penetrated into his Meridians, leaving him with a minor injury.

SWISH!

Zhaang Ye executed his Body Technique and returned to the Yin Yang Harmony Grass. Seeing the plant was safe and sound, he instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been forced to catch Yang Guyuan’s Colorless Flame with his bare hands. The Yin Yang Harmony Grass was not far from the battle site. If Zhaang Ye had used his Saber Technique to disperse the Colorless Flame, the terrifying shockwave would likely have pulverized the plant.

It was precisely because of this consideration that Zhaang Ye had relied on his glove and his incomparably domineering Dragon Elephant Power to forcibly catch the Colorless Flame, then fling it into the sky to detonate.

Glancing at the Yin Yang Harmony Grass, Zhaang Ye gently extended his hand and drew a small circle in the air from a distance. Sharp Sword Qi coated his palm. With this remote slash, a fissure instantly appeared in the soil in a one-foot radius around the Yin Yang Harmony Grass. After creating the fissure, Zhaang Ye took out a small Jade Shovel from the Small Space and carefully dug up the plant.

Just as he was about to store the Yin Yang Harmony Grass, Zhaang Ye suddenly felt a slight fluctuation in the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi. Alarmed, he shouted, "Who’s there? Get out here!"

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH—

Before Zhaang Ye’s voice had even faded, six masked figures brimming with killing intent suddenly appeared three hundred zhang away. The six were clad in black, their heads tightly covered by black hoods that revealed only their glinting eyes.

Zhaang Ye’s expression changed slightly as his Mental Power swept over the six masked men. Among them, even the weakest had a cultivation at the Martial Arts Ninth Level Middle Stage. The two strongest, however, gave Zhaang Ye a profound and unfathomable feeling. Judging from their auras, their strength was in no way inferior to a great master at the Peak of the Martial Arts Ninth Layer.

The six charged toward Zhaang Ye, full of killing intent, their speed as fast as lightning. As they moved, they faintly sealed off his escape routes, leaving him nowhere to run.

Zhaang Ye placed the Yin Yang Harmony Grass into his Storage Pouch, a trace of killing intent flashing in his eyes. ’Courting death!’

Zhaang Ye’s figure suddenly flashed forward. His body transformed into a bolt of lightning, and with a single flicker, he appeared beside one of the masked men, his palm striking out abruptly!

SWISH!

An aura from Ancient Times erupted from Zhaang Ye’s palm. Following this ancient aura was a streak of golden light, invisible to the naked eye.

The masked man never expected Zhaang Ye to be so fast, appearing beside him in a flash. He was even more surprised by how domineering and ruthless Zhaang Ye’s attack was—a Thunderous Strike from the very start. Under these circumstances, the masked man had no time to dodge. He let out a strange cry and hastily raised the Long Sword in his hand.

SLICE!

The masked man had just raised his Long Sword when the golden light arrived. After a soft sound, the masked man, who had a cultivation at the Mid-stage Ninth Layer of the Martial Dao, was sliced in half by Zhaang Ye, dying on the spot.

"Ah!"

Seeing Zhaang Ye slay one of their companions with a single, effortless move, the remaining five masked men were enraged. In an instant, they crossed a distance of a hundred zhang and attacked Zhaang Ye simultaneously.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!

Winds from palms, Fist Force, and Sword Qi surged toward Zhaang Ye like a mountain. Rocks, soil, and trees were instantly pulverized. The sound of True Qi tearing through the air echoed through the void like muffled thunder!

Just as the palm winds, Fist Force, and Sword Qi were about to reach him, Zhaang Ye’s body transformed into a Tornado, spinning away to the side. But as he spun, his body suddenly brushed against several strands of spider silk. The strands were exceptionally tough. Although Zhaang Ye managed to snap them using his Rotating Power, his movement was momentarily halted.

It was during this slight pause that a blast of Fist Force slammed squarely into Zhaang Ye. A sound like metal striking metal rang out. Zhaang Ye staggered from the blow, the qi and blood within his body churning violently.

Zhaang Ye circulated the Dragon Elephant Power within him to calm the roiling qi and blood. He said in a low voice, "Who are you? State your names!"

The five masked men sneered but pounced without a word, posturing as if they wouldn’t rest until Zhaang Ye was dead.

Zhaang Ye’s gaze turned cold. He thought, ’These people were clearly prepared to kill me. They’ve added many more spider silks in this dense forest, obviously intending to use them to restrict my Body Technique and prevent my escape. Fine. Since you’ve delivered yourselves to my doorstep, don’t blame me for being ruthless!’

SWOOSH!

A Blade Tip suddenly appeared in Zhaang Ye’s hand.

This was the very same Mysterious Blade Tip he had obtained in Three Rivers Town.

With the broken Blade Tip in his hand, Zhaang Ye’s entire aura changed in an instant. An ancient and domineering presence rose from him. His gaze turned icy, and his entire demeanor became tyrannical and ruthless, devoid of any emotion.

SWISH!

Zhaang Ye waved his arm, and an ice-cold Sword Qi suddenly shot out, slashing straight toward one of the masked men.

This masked man’s cultivation had reached the Martial Arts Ninth Level Middle Stage, and he wielded a long spear. He was leading the charge, pouncing toward Zhaang Ye. His spear trembled, creating flourishes like flower petals as he thrust it toward Zhaang Ye with extreme cunning. Just then, he heard a companion shout anxiously, "Watch out for the Sword Qi! Dodge!"

A sense of crisis suddenly rose in the masked man’s heart. He tried to twist his spear to deflect Zhaang Ye’s Sword Qi, but he had just begun to move his weapon when the Sword Qi had already torn through the void and appeared before him.

SQUELCH!

The Sword Qi flashed across his neck like lightning, cutting him in two.

After releasing that Sword Qi, Zhaang Ye’s figure flickered, dodging the attacks of the remaining four masked men. Then, with another wave of his arm, he fired off two more terrifying streams of Sword Qi!

Every time Zhaang Ye released a stream of Sword Qi, he slayed a master of the Martial Arts Ninth Level Middle Stage. It was utterly terrifying. Seeing Zhaang Ye unleash his Sword Qi again, the two unfathomably strong masked men each took a step forward. They swung the Long Swords in their hands, and two menacing streams of Sword Qi instantly tore through the sky to intercept Zhaang Ye’s Sword Qi.

DING! DING!

Zhaang Ye’s Sword Qi was scattered by the opposing Sword Qi, dissipating into nothingness. However, the two masked men were also forced back three steps by the impact of his Sword Qi, their eyes filled with horror.

Zhaang Ye had just fought a great battle with Yang Guyuan. They had originally thought that Zhaang Ye must have nearly exhausted his Dragon Elephant Power, and that killing him by joining forces would be no problem.

Who knew that besides his formidable Dragon Elephant Power, Zhaang Ye also possessed an incredibly terrifying Blade Tip. The Sword Qi it emitted carried a grim, ancient aura. Masters at the Martial Arts Ninth Level Middle Stage were completely unable to resist such frightening Sword Qi, and two of them were slain in the blink of an eye.

The two unfathomably strong masked men exchanged a look and pounced on Zhaang Ye in unison. Zhaang Ye suddenly felt a gentle force locking him in place. At the same time, nine brilliant yellow lights streaked through the void and appeared above his head!

Zhaang Ye’s expression turned cold; he now knew who these two unfathomably strong masked men were. One of them was the robe-clad youth who had been with Fu Songcheng, while the other, who was attacking with Copper Coins, was none other than the number one expert of the younger generation from the Da Ling Kingdom True Hall, Ling Kongyun!

The robe-clad youth had a cultivation at the Peak of the Martial Arts Ninth Layer. He had already cultivated a vast reserve of Innate True Qi and was only a hair’s breadth away from the Half-step True Dao. Although Ling Kongyun’s cultivation was slightly lower, the Cultivation Technique he practiced was exceptionally strange, allowing him to unleash formidable strength. No wonder he gave off such a profound and unfathomable feeling!

’Well now, to think these two would get together and team up to kill me! This time, I absolutely will not let you go!’ A sky-high killing intent erupted from Zhaang Ye. The Mysterious Blade Tip in his hand carved a profound arc, slashing into the void above his head. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com and vote with Recommendation Tickets and monthly passes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)