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Chapter 196: The Final Battle with Xuan Ziming (Part One)
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Unforeseen events can occur at any moment, and fortunes can change in an instant. Before Ye Huan could fully process the fact that he was about to gain a valuable intelligence network, he found himself in a significant predicament. The Ruffian he had previously robbed had returned, seeking revenge with his accomplices. Judging by the tone of his voice, it was clear that he held a considerable rank within the military.
‘What if this escalates and attracts the City Guard?’
As Ye Huan's mind raced to devise a foolproof plan, the Ruffian's soldiers had already raised their long knives, charging at him with wild shouts. They resembled a horde of savages, but upon closer inspection, it was evident that their blades gleamed with a bright white light—each one was a Professional of level five or higher.
Bang!
The long knife swung down fiercely, intending to cleave the distracted Ye Huan into pieces. However, long before these thugs made their move, Ye Huan had sensed the shift in the air and summoned two Riot Shields without hesitation. The shields perfectly absorbed the impact of their attack, resulting in a loud clash.
“A Summoner?”
Witnessing this scene clearly shocked the onlookers. Even many patrons on the second floor of Purple Spring Pavilion poked their heads out in surprise at the sounds of battle below. When they saw the towering shields before Ye Huan, they let out piercing screams and hurriedly rushed down the stairs, fleeing from Purple Spring Pavilion.
It was no wonder; for ordinary people, Summoners often posed various threats due to their powerful Summoner Beasts. For instance, a Ninth-Level Summoner Beast like the Fire Armored Dragon would unleash unbearable heat upon its appearance. Thus, it was entirely normal for those inside Purple Spring Pavilion to react this way. Ye Huan found their behavior perplexing; he couldn't understand what had gotten into them.
Just as Ye Huan was trying to make sense of it all, the man he had robbed earlier spoke up again, gritting his teeth. “So what if he's a Summoner? He's so young; his level can't be that high. Everyone, attack!”
“Right! Brothers, kill him!”
At this command, some among those facing Ye Huan echoed in agreement and raised their long knives, attempting to bypass the Riot Shields to strike at him. Little did they know that Ye Huan was also preparing to retaliate.
With many ordinary patrons fleeing Purple Spring Pavilion, Ye Huan realized that the City Guard would likely arrive soon. He lost interest in staying any longer and tossed a Triangular Bayonet to Yang Guangyao with a cold command: “Take care of them; I'll wait for you at the entrance.”
Having said that, Ye Huan didn’t even glance back at them as he left Purple Spring Pavilion with Lo Shaobin and stepped outside.
In just thirty seconds, Yang Guangyao emerged with blood-soaked hands, holding the Triangular Bayonet in his right hand. He stood beside Ye Huan and whispered in his ear, “Young Master, it's all taken care of—none were spared. But I don't understand why you gave me a Triangular Bayonet instead of an M4A1 assault rifle?”
As he spoke, Yang Guangyao presented the Triangular Bayonet before Ye Huan; it was stained with fresh blood like a blooming crimson flower.
"Here’s the Triangular Bayonet for you. I don’t want Xuan Ziming to be prepared before we even reach the palace."
With that, he stepped forward, memories of the information provided by Wang Pengfei flashing through his mind. Ye Huan let out a cold laugh as he formulated his response. The three of them quickly slipped into a dim alley, disappearing from sight in the fading glow of the sunset.
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As night fell, beneath the walls of the Southern Xiongnu Empire Palace and the Moat, members of the Three Hundred Dragon Hall were already geared up, armed with various firearms, waiting for Ye Huan's command to storm into the Southern Xiongnu Empire palace and avenge their brothers who had perished tragically in Beiyuan City.
This thirst for revenge was something Ye Huan could certainly feel, but inexplicably, he harbored a slight worry about their actions tonight. After all, if even Wang Pengfei from the Purple Spring Pavilion knew they had arrived at the Southern Xiongnu Empire Capital, how could Xuan Ziming, the master of the Southern Xiongnu Empire, possibly be unaware of Ye Huan's movements?
"Forget it. If we don't act now, and Lingxiao returns, it might lead to a different outcome."
Contemplating this, Ye Huan slowly raised his arm and issued the attack order to the members of the Dragon Hall. Over two hundred people instantly leaped into the Moat, splashing water everywhere. Fortunately, there were usually no guards stationed around the Moat, allowing them to remain undetected. As for Ye Huan, being a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, he didn't need to jump into the river; instead, he lightly tapped on the water's surface and effortlessly leaped across the several dozen meters wide Moat.
No one could have imagined that someone would dare to launch a nighttime assault on the palace of the Southern Xiongnu Empire. Tonight, even the guards on the palace walls were quite lax; there were barely two thousand soldiers on the entire southern wall. Soon, under Yang Guangyao's lead, a small team emerged from the water and swiftly dealt with them using their Bayonet, opening up the palace gates.
Walking steadily through the southern gate of the palace, Ye Huan found it hard to believe how easily they had entered Xuan Ziming's palace. This only reinforced his earlier suspicion that Xuan Ziming must know that Ye Huan had arrived.
But what could knowing change? Under absolute power, perhaps any schemes would simply await their fate to be torn apart...
Raising his hand for silence, Ye Huan signaled for the members of the Dragon Hall to switch to their standard M4A1 assault rifles. They quickly made their way toward the center of the palace. The sound of their footsteps echoed harshly in the stillness of night; yet in such a vast palace, not a single shadow was seen, and no one seemed to care about their arrival. Even Ye Huan, along with his comrades from the Dragon Hall, felt it was somewhat unbelievable. Especially when they reached an open square, where Yang Guangyao, feeling anxious, turned to ask:
"Young Master, why do I feel like something is off? Logically speaking, there should be plenty of troops from the Southern Xiongnu Empire surrounding us by now."
"Do you think regular soldiers from the Southern Xiongnu Empire would be useful against us?"
In response, after releasing a wave of his Divine Sense to survey their surroundings, Ye Huan's expression grew serious. He could clearly sense that in this square, there was an abundance of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. Moreover, at several points around the square stood six individuals—perhaps those six were controlled by Lingxiao using his Divine Sense, acting as blood puppets.
Hearing every word from Ye Huan, and seeing his serious expression made it clear to Yang Guangyao that they had likely fallen into an ambush. He halted his steps and signaled for all members of the Dragon Hall to be on high alert while gripping their M4A1 rifles tightly.
Thus, under the hazy night sky, a bizarre scene unfolded within the walls of the Southern Xiongnu Empire Palace. Nearly three hundred people stood on a two-thousand-square-meter square as if facing a formidable enemy; yet around them not even a ghostly figure was present. It was almost laughable. Even Yang Guangyao wondered if perhaps Ye Huan was being overly cautious—after all, what kind of strength would it take to completely crush an entire group like theirs?
Just as he contemplated saying something to reassure him, suddenly changes occurred in the square. Flames began to rise from below, flickering in dance. By firelight's glow, he could see six figures standing at hexagram positions around the perimeter of the square; they didn’t even lift their heads, obscuring any view of their expressions. In the distance shrouded in darkness, one figure seemed to be walking towards them slowly...
"Xuan Ziming, your preparations are commendable; but do you really think you can escape death today?!"
With a cold voice, he spoke. At that moment, the Flame Sun Sword had somehow been summoned by Ye Huan, slowly lifting him into the air. Dressed in a flowing white robe, he resembled an otherworldly Taoist priest, glaring fiercely at the shadow emerging from the darkness.
As the distance between them gradually closed, illuminated by the flickering flames, it became clear that the figure stepping out of the shadows was indeed Xuan Ziming, clad in a dragon robe and wearing a jade crown. Surprisingly, there was no trace of fear on Xuan Ziming's face; instead, it was filled with a smile—a smile that suggested he had everything under control.
Having observed Xuan Ziming's expression clearly, both the Ninth-Level Practitioner Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin appeared somewhat displeased and spoke simultaneously: "How can you still smile when death is imminent?" "Who is this guy? Even on the brink of death, he dares to be so arrogant?"
"Death? As long as you haven't killed me, everything is still uncertain. Moreover, I, Xuan Ziming, will be the greatest emperor of the Nine Provinces. What qualifications do you have to challenge the ruler of the Nine Provinces?!"
The smile on Xuan Ziming's face grew colder as he responded to Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin. His complexion had turned pale to the extreme, as if he had smeared his face with thick white powder. After finishing his words, he slowly raised his right hand, revealing a vividly detailed tattoo of a Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon—much like the emblem on the flag of Huaxia Nation.
Feeling that something was off, Ye Huan suddenly realized that given the distance of over one hundred fifty meters between them, even an ordinary Professional would struggle to project their voice so far and clearly—let alone Xuan Ziming.
"You are not Xuan Ziming?!"
Pointing at the man in the dragon robe, Ye Huan reached this conclusion based on his deductions. However, what shocked him even more was that at that moment, the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon tattoo on Xuan Ziming's hand erupted with dazzling light, so bright that it nearly blinded him.
Squinting against the intense light, Ye Huan was horrified to discover that what should have been a tattoo of the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon detached from Xuan Ziming's hand. It swelled in size with the wind and quickly transformed into an extraordinary creature nearly a hundred meters long, respectfully prostrating itself at Xuan Ziming's feet.
Gently stroking its body, Xuan Ziming looked up after hearing Ye Huan's words and smiled: "Ye Huan, do you think having the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon by my side does not prove my identity?"
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