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Chapter 139: Lingxiao vs. Ye Huan (Part Two)
Luck is a strange thing. Once or twice it may favor Ye Huan, and Lingxiao could accept it. However, after three or four failed attempts to strike Ye Huan with the Crimson Beauty Sword, Lingxiao began to feel an unsettling chill deep within him whenever he looked at Ye Huan. There was something peculiar about him.
Determined, Lingxiao launched a fifth attack on Ye Huan, this time employing a Cultivator technique, Shrink the Earth to an Inch, which allowed him to appear directly behind Ye Huan.
With a sharp sound slicing through the air, Lingxiao felt confident that this strike would pierce Ye Huan's skull. Yet, just as the blood-red, razor-sharp tip of the Crimson Beauty Sword was less than ten centimeters from Ye Huan's head, Ye Huan moved. With a calm step to the right, he completely evaded the sword.
This scene nearly caused Lingxiao's eyes to bulge out in disbelief. Meanwhile, Ye Huan casually glanced around and uttered a phrase that made Lingxiao want to spit blood: "Strange, where did he go?!"
Grinding his teeth in frustration behind Ye Huan, Lingxiao couldn't help but suspect that Ye Huan had some unholy connection with the goddess of luck as described by the people of the Western European Empire. How else could an ordinary person continuously evade his attacks five times in a row?
Unwilling to give up, Lingxiao raised the Crimson Beauty Sword once more, preparing for a sixth assault on Ye Huan. But just as the sword was about to descend, he noticed from a distance that Sovereign Xuan Ziming wore an expression of mild dissatisfaction.
It was no wonder Xuan Ziming felt this way. Earlier, upon seeing the thirty-five tanks, he had already anticipated that Ye Huan would also arrive. He had steeled himself for this moment; however, when he laid eyes on Ye Huan in person, an inexplicable rage surged within him as memories flashed of how Ye Huan had once destroyed one-fifth of the palace.
In that moment of intense anger, Xuan Ziming hoped fervently that Lingxiao would be able to cut Ye Huan down to vent his frustration. Yet here they were, after so much time and five strikes later, and Lingxiao still hadn’t managed to deal with even a Fifth-Level Summoner. If it weren't for knowing Lingxiao's character and having saved his life before, Xuan Ziming might have suspected that Lingxiao had struck some secret deal with Ye Huan. Naturally, his expression turned sour in Lingxiao's eyes.
Noticing Xuan Ziming's demeanor, Lingxiao halted the Crimson Beauty Sword mid-air and ultimately retracted it back into his hand. With his left hand brushing against the blade, two drops of blood fell onto the already crimson surface of the Crimson Beauty Sword, making it appear even more vibrant red.
Without a hint of emotion, he retreated to a distance, tossing his sword into the air. Lingxiao opened his mouth and let out a loud shout: "Blazing Flames Burn the Sky!"
"Blazing Flames Burn the Sky," was a technique that almost every young Cultivator in the Eastern Continent had been warned about by the Elders of the Sect. It was one of the most commonly used attack sword techniques by evil forces, known for its bloodthirsty nature, resembling flames during an assault, which is how it got its name. It could transform the sword into hundreds, launching an attack on a single target.
And so it was now. As the Crimson Beauty Sword was tossed into the air, it instantly split into two, then four, and in the blink of an eye, there were over a thousand swords floating quietly in the sky, all pointing their tips at Ye Huan. If Zhao Ziyu were present, she would surely be astonished to see how similar this scene was to the destruction of the Huaxia Imperial Palace.
"Go!"
With a light flick of his index finger and his lips slightly parted, Lingxiao uttered that single word. The sky filled with Crimson Beauty Swords surged toward Ye Huan. If one of them struck true, it would fulfill the saying: "A thousand swords pierce the heart!"
In contrast, Ye Huan, though facing away from Lingxiao and unable to see the crimson clouds above, was not idle during Lingxiao's movements. He gently curled his fingers and activated the sword-drawing technique he had once specifically consulted Yu Wuxia about. Finally, he turned around and revealed a brilliant smile to Lingxiao, showcasing his pearly white teeth.
Was he foolish? Mad? Or simply frightened?
Lingxiao couldn't decipher what Ye Huan's smile truly contained for quite some time. But as he watched one of the thousands of Crimson Beauty Swords nearing Ye Huan, Lingxiao laughed—arrogantly. In his heart, he thought: 'Ye Huan, if you can dodge one sword, consider yourself lucky. But over a thousand Crimson Beauty Swords? This time, I want to see how you evade!'
Truth be told, Ye Huan had no intention of dodging. From the very beginning, when faced with such a wide-range attack, he had no plans to evade. Although Ye Huan didn’t voice it, nearly everyone except Lingxiao could see that from the Capital of Huaxia, a beam of golden light rushed toward them at high speed. In an instant, it covered over a thousand meters and drilled into Lingxiao's back before bursting out from his chest. It arrived ahead of him and tore through the crimson clouds and numerous Red Faces, hovering right in front of Ye Huan. On the hilt were two small characters: 'Flame Sun'!
With a slight upward curve of his lips, Ye Huan did not reach for the Flame Sun Sword; instead, he raised the Barrett that he had held since stepping out of the tank and aimed it directly at Lingxiao in the distance. Through the scope, he could see Lingxiao's face filled with disbelief as he stared intently at his chest where the Flame Sun Sword had made a gash. The man seemed utterly dazed, completely stripped of his previous confidence.
Slowly squeezing the trigger—bang!
The deafening sound erupted as a bullet shot out from the Barrett with such speed that it left no shadow behind. It plunged directly into Lingxiao's wound, tearing it wider and spilling forth dark red blood—redder than even the Crimson Beauty Sword itself…
Yet, despite everything, Lingxiao was still alive. After taking a bullet, he slowly stood up, his face twisted as he looked at Ye Huan, startling him. Without a second thought, Ye Huan pulled the trigger of the Barrett once more. However, this time Lingxiao had regained his senses. He reached out, and the scattered pieces of the Crimson Beauty Sword reformed into a single blade, perfectly blocking the ten-centimeter bullet fired from the Barrett, preventing Ye Huan from further widening his wound.
"Ye Huan!!"
With the Crimson Beauty Sword in hand and his Dao Robe billowing without wind, a deep voice like that of a beast echoed around them. Countless soldiers shivered in fear; even Xuan Ziming and the generals who had rushed to his side were no exception. They clearly saw the expression in Lingxiao's eyes—a mix of fury and overwhelming rage, intertwined with a hint of humiliation. It was unclear whether this humiliation stemmed from being deceived or from the injury he had sustained.
Yet Ye Huan seemed oblivious to the emotion in Lingxiao's gaze and disdainfully replied, "Don't call my name; we aren't familiar."
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