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Wang Sijin shook his head in disappointment.
"It seems this battle is inevitable. If I could, I really wouldn't want to be your enemy."
"How about this? I won't pursue the matter of those you've killed, and we'll call it even."
This statement startled Ye Mingshang when it reached his ears.
Ye Mingshang and his disciple had nearly turned over all of Wang Sijin's assets; they were sworn enemies.
Yet Wang Sijin seemed unconcerned?!
Moreover, someone like him, who stood at the pinnacle of power, was willing to show goodwill and soften his stance towards another person today?
All just to resolve some resentment?
It was truly unbelievable. If it weren't for the sincerity on Wang Sijin's face, Ye Mingshang would have thought he was joking.
Though surprised internally, he maintained an indifferent expression.
"What do you think?"
Ye Mingshang replied coldly, and those three words had already determined his stance.
Wang Sijin felt quite helpless and shrugged.
"It seems this battle is indeed unavoidable."
Clang!
The long spear trembled, producing a clear ringing sound, clearly filled with excitement.
As a weapon with spirit, it possesses a simple consciousness.
Crafted from dragon horns, this spear belongs to the warlike Black Dragon. It has fought alongside the Killer Prince for many years, steeped in the scent of blood.
Later, after the Killer Prince died, it fell into the hands of an ordinary person through treachery.
The Luminous Pearl became dusty, and it chose to seal itself away, waiting for its master to reappear, break the seal, and awaken it.
Now, that wish has been fulfilled.
After being suppressed for so many years, it finally has the chance to unleash itself; how could it not be excited?
The battle is raging!
Buzz!~
The Tang Dao in Tang Bo's hand also emitted a clear sound, as if responding.
This surprised Tang Bo slightly. This sword, named Snowblade, was given to him by Wang Sijin back in the day. The blade cuts through iron like mud, incredibly hard and unstoppable.
Throughout the years, the presence of this sword has significantly enhanced his power. In his assassinations, some enemies who sensed danger still met their demise due to the sword's uniqueness.
Having used this sword for so long, its spirit has naturally become familiar with him.
He had long known that this knife possessed its own consciousness, but all this time, this consciousness had been very weak, rarely revealing its emotions.
Today was the first time it felt so intense.
"Is it because of that gun...?"
Tang Bo whispered, then glanced at his Tang Dao.
"Do you want to defeat him?" Tang Bo asked quietly.
Buzz!~
The sword trembled, seemingly confirming and expressing excitement.
Tang Bo smiled: "I understand."
Then, he took a half step forward.
"Uncle Wang, leave this person to me."
Wang Sijin had intended to say something more, but suddenly heard Tang Bo's challenge.
The pressure from Ye Mingshang just now was something even he could hardly bear; Tang Bo naturally couldn't either. Although the presence of pressure does not completely determine the strength of one's abilities, it is still a significant factor.
Even he did not have absolute confidence in winning.
While Tang Bo's words were strong, could he truly be a match for Ye Mingshang?
Wang Sijin felt somewhat troubled. "Tang Bo, this person is extraordinary. I can't guarantee that you will win. Are you sure you want to fight?"
"I'm sure," Tang Bo replied, his gaze firm and a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"Alright, if that's the case, then go ahead."
Since he had made up his mind, Wang Sijin decided not to say anything more. Life and death are fated, and wealth is determined by heaven. They were all adults now and had to take responsibility for their choices.
Moreover, although Tang Bo was not his opponent, he was skilled at hiding and escaping. Even if he couldn't win, he still had a chance to retreat safely.
In his heart, Wang Sijin did not believe that Ye Mingshang's strength was proportional to that overwhelming aura.
The sheer murderous intent and the violent, powerful aura were already comparable to that of the Underworld River.
Sometimes, having power does not necessarily mean being strong.
It's like some people can lift heavy weights with one hand, but they may not be able to compete against a seemingly weak martial artist with little strength. This involves the application of power.
An old monster like Underworld River, who had lived for thousands of years, possessed great strength, but it had been accumulated gradually over time. With such a long period to hone their skills, they naturally wielded their power with great proficiency.
But how old was Ye Mingshang? Just over twenty. Even if he started cultivating in the womb, it would only amount to a little over twenty years at most. Moreover, that was impossible.
His actual cultivation time was even shorter.
Having such strength in such a short time was already impressive, let alone being able to apply it flexibly; there simply wasn't enough time for that.
"Go on, be careful, and don't risk your life," Wang Sijin finally cautioned him.
"Don't worry."
Tang Bo raised an eyebrow, excitement evident on his face.
Stepping forward, the sword hummed as it was drawn, further fueling Tang Bo's excitement. He sensed that this battle could lead to a transformation for both him and his sword.
On the side, Wu Boyi watched Tang Bo prepare for battle, opening his mouth but ultimately saying nothing. He crossed his arms and chose to observe.
Lu Zang, on the other hand, wore a fierce expression. He resembled a beastman from a monster world, yet he seemed foolish and clueless about what to say.
As Tang Bo prepared for combat, he slowly unsheathed his sword, its blade shining and glinting with a sharp cold light.
"Hey! Ye Mingshang, I have to admit your strength is impressive, but I need to be stronger. You are destined to fade in my presence; you will be the stepping stone for my advancement."
Tang Bo felt a surge of excitement, causing him to speak more than usual despite his typically reserved nature.
Ye Mingshang stood firm with his gun raised, though the sound it made was faint.
Tang Bo laughed heartily at the sight.
"Haha! Hahaha! Look at that, your gun is too scared to make a sound! Are you ready to surrender? Haha! Don't worry, I won't accept your surrender; I want to defeat you myself—with this Snowblade."
With a smile and a flash of cold light in his eyes, Tang Bo charged forward.
However, he did not rush recklessly; instead, he chose a method he was familiar with.
His figure suddenly vanished, becoming invisible and inaudible. This skill was indeed extraordinary.
Ye Mingshang did not speak. Although his eyes were fixed ahead, they lacked any spark.
His focus was not on his eyes but on his perception.
With complete concentration, his awareness of the surroundings had reached a certain level.
He could clearly hear the rustling of the wind, the movement of grass, and the calls of insects and birds.
However, there was still something missing.
Sasha...
Faintly, a strange sound entered his world, one that was hard to describe. Yet, he understood what it was.
His eyes shifted as Ye Mingshang looked to his side.
"Right here!"
Clang!
Accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, a figure materialized from the air.
(To be continued.)
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