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The barrier had been broken, and anyone with a bit of sense could guess what this meant for the Eastern State and the relatively weaker continent of Kyushu. If a large-scale war was not imminent between the Eastern State and Kyushu, then small-scale conflicts between Professionals and Cultivators were certainly unavoidable. Therefore, after passing through the barrier, Elder Beitang Mo of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, who was leading the group, did not issue a command to return to the Eastern State. Instead, he brought all the Cultivators to Kyushu under the pretense of sightseeing, while secretly planning to gather intelligence in Kyushu.
Of course, these thoughts were only in his mind; he would never reveal everything to the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon. Not because he had any reservations, but simply because he was Beitang Mo, the most powerful among the four current elders of the Heavenly Dragon Sect. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage three years ago. To advance further, engaging in combat with others was undoubtedly the fastest method. If it weren't for this reason, he wouldn't have volunteered to lead everyone here.
Having said what he needed to say, and still unable to ascertain the origins of the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon and its companions, Beitang Mo could only address the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon directly: "I've said what I needed to say; now can you tell me who you are?"
"We? We are officials from the Eastern State Huaxia Nation."
Before the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon could respond, noticing its hesitation in front of Beitang Mo, Weiyang, standing behind it, blurted out without thinking. This immediately drew a scoff from Beitang Mo, and even the young Taoists behind him wore expressions of disdain, as if to say, "Kid, who do you think you're fooling?"
"Oh really? You still don't believe us?"
Seeing Beitang Mo's expression, Weiyang realized that their trio lacked credibility. He set Ye Huan down and began searching through Ye Huan's belongings until he quickly found a bronze medal that could prove Ye Huan's identity. The character 'General' was clearly engraved on it, indicating that Ye Huan held the rank of a general.
With a gentle toss, as the palm-sized bronze medal traced an elegant arc through the air, Beitang Mo caught it in his hand. However, after examining it for a long time, he still couldn't understand what it was and asked in confusion: "What is this...?"
"This is a badge representing a general's identity in Huaxia Nation. What? You don't recognize it?"
Weiyang looked at Beitang Mo in surprise and even took the time to explain it to him. He seemed to forget that before the barrier between Eastern State and Kyushu was shattered, Beitang Mo had always lived within the Heavenly Dragon Sect in Eastern State. How could he possibly know what a Huaxia Nation identity badge looked like?
For this reason, after scrutinizing the bronze medal for a while longer, Beitang Mo tossed it back casually and remarked: "I really don't recognize it..."
"You are just being unreasonable."
Hearing what Beitang Mo said clearly, Weiyang was instantly furious, so much so that he forgot to retrieve the copper plate. He pointed at Beitang Mo's nose and exclaimed, but in that brief moment, the copper plate glided through the air and landed squarely on Ye Huan's head.
Bang...
A faint sound echoed as the copper plate collided with Ye Huan's forehead. Almost everyone present was oblivious to this detail, their eyes fixed intently on Weiyang and Beitang Mo. Just then, a brilliant red light suddenly erupted from Ye Huan, forcing everyone to close their eyes, including the cultivators hovering above who could all sense the thick smell of blood rising from below.
It was quite a coincidence that ever since the Blood Refinement Sword Qi had entered Ye Huan's body, it quickly took over due to the absence of any Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy left after Ye Huan had just endured a fierce battle. The Blood Refinement Sword Qi rampaged within Ye Huan's body, heading straight for his most vulnerable spot—his head. Fortunately, Ye Huan was not just an ordinary cultivator; in addition to being a cultivator, he was also a summoner. The Summoning Book resided within his mind.
Out of self-preservation, upon sensing that the Blood Refinement Sword Qi was about to invade his consciousness, the Summoning Book immediately engaged in battle with it. The two forces clashed fiercely, neither willing to yield an inch. However, with Beitang Mo's unexpected strike, an accident occurred. The Blood Refinement Sword Qi, which had been evenly matched with the Summoning Book, inexplicably merged into it, nearly bursting it apart. The blinding red light and the overwhelming aura of blood were all emitted from the Summoning Book as it absorbed the Blood Refinement Sword Qi.
"What on earth is happening?"
As soon as he opened his eyes, Ye Huan felt a sharp pain. In front of him, Weiyang was cautiously lying flat on the ground, muttering to himself. Opposite Weiyang, the culprit Beitang Mo also had his eyes tightly shut. As an elder of the sect, he couldn't afford to be as high-strung as Weiyang; let alone guess what was going on.
This situation persisted for a while. Those closest to the red light naturally kept their eyes closed, while those farther away hovered in the air, too afraid to descend and only able to watch from a distance. Almost no one noticed that behind Weiyang, Ye Huan—who should have been quietly lying on the ground—was slowly rising to his feet. His eyes were blood-red; with a gentle leap, he soared into the air, exuding a terrifying aura that spread outward.
"Is that... Ye Huan?"
Thousands of cultivators stared in shock as Ye Huan appeared in midair. No one knew who Ye Huan was or where he had come from. It wasn't until Weiyang and others on the ground felt the blinding red light fade from their vision that they slowly opened their eyes and saw Ye Huan standing above them. They couldn't help but gasp and shout Weiyang's name in disbelief; even Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon was no exception—its eyes widened like two glowing bulbs.
"Ye Huan?"
As he called out the name "Ye Huan," a sudden thought struck Beitang Mo's mind. Across from him in Weiyang, he recalled that there was a once-in-a-millennium genius known as "Ye Huan" from the Eastern Continent, who had been spoken of in legends by Yuxu Palace.
"It's just a rumor, it must be a rumor. Even if it's not, this Ye Huan cannot be the same as that Ye Huan. As a disciple of the Righteous Path and Yuxu Palace, how could he possibly be filled with the stench of blood? That aura clearly belongs to someone who has killed thousands."
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