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Black Wuchang looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, "This young man in his early twenties is actually that killing star?"
"Big brother, you can't be mistaken, can you? How old is he? Even if he started cultivating in the womb, he wouldn't have such great abilities," Black Wuchang said, still somewhat unconvinced.
White Impermanence did not look at him but stared ahead, saying to him, "There are always people beyond people and heavens beyond heavens. This world has never lacked geniuses, but unfortunately, he is a demon."
Watching the two engage in their back-and-forth conversation, Ye Mingshang was quite certain they were indeed Heibai Wuchang, as only a few Authorities in the Underworld knew of his actions there. As the leaders of the soul-retrieving Ghost Messengers, Heibai Wuchang naturally had to be involved.
"Are you here to collect his soul?" Ye Mingshang asked, pointing at Director Lu on the sickbed.
Before Black Wuchang could respond, White Impermanence coldly said, "What we do is not for a mere mortal like you to comment on. You'd better get lost before I change my mind; otherwise, I'll kill you!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Mingshang looked at him with a strange expression—not out of anger but curiosity. People often say that the black-faced Fan Wujiao has a bad temper and is easily enraged. Now it seemed he was quite honest, while the usually calm and composed White Impermanence was instead extremely explosive.
"You'd better calm down; I have some doubts I need to confirm with you," Ye Mingshang said without getting angry, as there were more important matters to attend to.
However, someone was unwilling to let that happen. White Impermanence snorted coldly, "Calm down? You killed thousands of elites from my Underworld, and you're telling me to calm down? It seems you need a lesson before you realize your place!"
Ye Mingshang frowned; he hadn't expected White Impermanence to be so irritable, completely denying him the chance to explain. But since a fight was inevitable, it couldn't happen here—after all, there were other people around who shouldn't be affected.
"Let's go outside to fight; we shouldn't harm the innocent."
With a cold snort, White Impermanence rose and flew outside, followed by Black Wuchang. Ye Mingshang walked to the window and looked at the two floating in the sky not far away.
In the sky, Black Wuchang couldn't help but laugh at Ye Mingshang, "Haha! Big brother, look at this Fellow, he's confused and can't come up here. Haha!"
White Impermanence let out a light laugh, his gaze filled with disdain. "A mere mortal thinks he can ascend to the heavens Flying? What a delusion, truly believing himself to be an immortal."
However, the next moment, he choked on his words. In the meantime, Ye Mingshang stood by the window and took a glance before lightly leaping up, and instead of falling down, he floated gracefully into the air.
Black Wuchang widened his eyes in shock. "Could he be an immortal?"
"Impossible! There is only one immortal in this world, Nanhua Old Man. He must be using some kind of treasure to achieve Flying," White Impermanence said in disbelief.
It wasn't just them; inside the room, Xu Chen and Lu Mingxuan also stared wide-eyed, looking as if they had seen a ghost. They couldn't see Heibai Wuchang, but they could clearly see Ye Mingshang, a living person. Initially, when they saw Ye Mingshang talking to the air, they understood he was conversing with some spirit or deity. They were already accustomed to this and weren't surprised. However, witnessing him actually flying was something else entirely! This was not a video seen online; it was happening right before their eyes.
They rubbed their eyes in disbelief and stepped to the window for a closer look, only to confirm that what they saw was indeed real.
"Captain, I can't be dreaming, right? Brother Ye, he actually flew!" Xu Chen asked in shock.
Lu Mingxuan also looked incredulous and swallowed hard. "You didn't see wrong; I saw it too."
To be honest, Ye Mingshang didn't want others to see him like this. However, since it had come to this point, there was no way around it. His ascension would eventually be known; it was just a matter of time.
"Alright, how do you want to fight?" Ye Mingshang said as he floated ten meters in front of them.
White Impermanence snorted coldly and waved his hand, summoning the white Weeping Staff into his grip. "How do we fight? I'll make you kneel and beg for mercy, wishing for death!" With that, he leaned forward and charged at him swiftly.
Ye Mingshang had no choice but to respond. He didn't carry any weapons and didn't want to use overly flashy techniques to avoid drawing attention from those below.
White Impermanence flew quickly, reaching him in half a breath's time. The Weeping Staff swung down forcefully, carrying with it a gust of chilling wind.
Ye Mingshang raised his left hand, striking towards the Weeping Staff.
White Impermanence, seeing his movement, felt disdainful. The Weeping Staff was a treasure of extreme cold and darkness; if used with full force, it could freeze rivers and encase dozens of miles in ice. To think he would try to block it with his palm? Fine, let’s see you turn into an ice block!
White Impermanence sneered, and the Weeping Staff swung towards Ye Mingshang's palm. He could already imagine the shocked expression on his opponent's face as the cold energy invaded.
"Bang!" The palm met the Weeping Staff, and Ye Mingshang grasped it firmly.
White Impermanence felt a surge of joy and infused his magic power, activating the Weeping Staff's abilities, releasing waves of cold air.
Ye Mingshang also felt a chill in his hand, as if he were holding an ice block. However, he was not worried. His powerful magic surged like a rushing river, firmly blocking the invasion of cold energy.
Seeing that his opponent remained unfazed, White Impermanence's expression changed. He immediately channeled more magic power, but his opponent still showed no signs of distress. His face turned cold as he unleashed all his magic power; the cold energy surged forth, and even the air around them crystallized with frost, freezing the moisture in the air.
Ye Mingshang remained expressionless, gathering a surge of magic power and striking forcefully.
"Hmph!" White Impermanence suddenly felt a tremendous force coming at him and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Ye Mingshang extended his hand and lightly threw a punch. White Impermanence was startled and hurriedly retreated without caring for the Weeping Staff in his hand.
Looking at the astonished White Impermanence not far away, Ye Mingshang waved his trophy and said, "Do you still want this thing?"
White Impermanence's face fell as he took out his Wuchang Order and pointed at it.
"Go!"
A beam of light shot forth, and Ye Mingshang lightly waved the Weeping Staff in his hand, dispersing it.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Three shots rang out, but they were all dispersed by Ye Mingshang with just a few movements.
White Impermanence's expression was not good; his already pale face turned even more ashen, looking as if it could drip water from its gloominess.
"Here you go." Ye Mingshang threw the Weeping Staff back to White Impermanence.
White Impermanence caught the Weeping Staff, squinting his eyes and coldly said, "What do you mean?!"
Ye Mingshang replied, "I don't mean to insult you; I just want you to listen to what I have to say."
"Hmph! When you killed thousands of elites from the Underworld, why didn't you give them a chance?" White Impermanence snorted coldly.
(To be continued.)
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