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“Spare the Sword”
Just as countless melodramatic television shows depict, at a crucial moment, Ye Huan finally arrived at this location from the Dragon Hall Headquarters. It was largely thanks to the modified Apache Attack Helicopter, which, after all, is a large piece of Arms. The modifications mainly involved adding heavy weapons and increasing its speed. The Apache Attack Helicopter that Ye Huan hastily summoned had undergone such modifications, even having its weapon systems completely dismantled. This provided Ye Huan with considerable convenience, allowing him to travel from Tianyue City to Nine Gates Town, where he witnessed Beitang Mo attempting to kill Yang Guangyao.
Quickly stowing away the Apache Attack Helicopter, Ye Huan dared not delay. He hurried over to where Beitang Mo, who was still in a slashing stance after hearing Ye Huan's call, stood. With a grin, he said, “Senior Beitang, it’s all a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding…”
“A misunderstanding?”
A glint of cold light flashed in Beitang Mo's eyes. He did not seem to think there was any misunderstanding between him and Yang Guangyao. Moreover, Yang Guangyao had led several disciples of the Dragon Hall to slay some of his subordinates who were Cultivators. Such matters could hardly be explained away with mere words.
Noticing the chill in Beitang Mo's gaze, Ye Huan, having just disembarked from the Apache Attack Helicopter, had not paid attention to the scene around him until now. As he looked around, he discovered that several members of the Dragon Hall were nearby, alongside a few figures riddled with holes lying on the ground. Their tattered clothing clearly belonged to the Eastern State Cultivator’s Dao Robe.
‘Goodness, this joke has gone too far…’
Like Yang Guangyao, beads of sweat dripped down from Ye Huan's forehead. He never expected that in such a short time since parting ways with Beitang Mo, the members of the Dragon Hall had already engaged in combat with the Eastern State Cultivator. What was even more astonishing to Ye Huan was that, judging by the current situation, it was actually the relatively weaker Dragon Hall that held the upper hand.
Of course, the ability of the Dragon Hall to kill the Cultivators relied significantly on the Arms summoned by Ye Huan. However, regardless of how things had unfolded, they had already happened. What mattered now for Ye Huan was not these details but how he would face Beitang Mo. He needed to persuade him not to make things difficult for the members of the Dragon Hall. But with lives lost, could this issue truly be resolved peacefully?
Shaking off unrealistic thoughts from his mind, Ye Huan realized that a confrontation with Beitang Mo had become inevitable. Even if Beitang Mo might agree to reconcile out of respect for him, it was unlikely that the thousands of Cultivators in the sky would remain indifferent to the deaths of their fellow practitioners. Only by defeating Beitang Mo could these Cultivators possibly fear his strength enough to withdraw from Jiuzhou.
Having made up his mind quickly, when Ye Huan looked at Beitang Mo again, although he did not challenge him as directly as Lo Shaobin, he no longer appeared weak. Fixing his gaze on Beitang Mo, he coldly stated, “Indeed, it’s a misunderstanding.”
Suddenly, Ye Huan seemed to become a bit more assertive. Beitang Mo appeared uncomfortable with Ye Huan speaking to him in such a manner, leaving him momentarily speechless. He pondered deeply about what Ye Huan meant by this change; just moments ago, Ye Huan had been somewhat humble, and now he was acting as if he were the leader of a major sect from the Eastern State.
Beitang Mo scrutinized Ye Huan closely. When he sensed the bloody aura emanating from Ye Huan's body, he suddenly realized that he mistakenly believed Ye Huan was speaking to him in this tone due to his overwhelming strength. Little did he know that the blood-like aura surrounding Ye Huan was merely for show; while it looked intimidating, it would be of no use in an actual fight.
However, thanks to the aftereffects left by the Blood Refinement Sword Qi that had invaded his body, Beitang Mo felt a sense of trepidation. After hesitating for a while, he decided to imitate Lo Shaobin and said, "Ye Huan, I challenge you."
"Challenge?"
Looking at Beitang Mo in surprise, Ye Huan quickly understood that Beitang Mo did not want the Eastern Cultivators and Dragon Hall members to get involved. If a brawl broke out between them, it would undoubtedly lead to a situation where neither side would emerge unscathed, which would benefit neither party. However, even if they were to fight, they first needed to rescue Yang Guangyao.
Glancing at Yang Guangyao, who was still staring up at the sky, Ye Huan genuinely doubted that if this delay continued, Yang Guangyao might end up becoming that young man who gazes at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle forever. He pointed at Yang Guangyao and said to Beitang Mo, "I don't mind accepting your challenge, but you have to release him first."
"That's impossible."
Beitang Mo firmly rejected what Ye Huan said. It seemed he had no intention of easily letting go of Yang Guangyao. The reason was twofold: on one hand, Yang Guangyao was the leader of the Nine Gates Town Dragon Hall members; on the other hand, Beitang Mo had heard every word Yang Guangyao had said when he charged downwards. If it weren't for the protection of the Sunny Light Sword, Beitang Mo might have suffered the same fate as those Cultivators. With these factors combined, unless Beitang Mo was foolish, he would never act according to Ye Huan's wishes.
In contrast, Ye Huan was taken aback by Beitang Mo's words and couldn't understand how Yang Guangyao had offended him. He could only feign concern and say, "If you're unwilling to release him, then I won't bother being polite anymore. Dragon Hall brothers, raise your m4s!"
With a loud click…
The unified sound of weapons being readied echoed through the air. The Dragon Hall members had already reloaded their m4a1 assault rifles while Ye Huan and Beitang Mo were conversing earlier. The hundreds of dark gun muzzles seemed to issue a final warning to Beitang Mo. Coupled with Ye Huan standing nearby and exuding a bloody aura, it sent chills down Beitang Mo's spine.
"Fine, I'll release him. But Ye Huan, you must accept my challenge."
Grinding his teeth, he made the decision to let Yang Guangyao go. Beitang Mo spoke his mind, unafraid of the hundreds of Dragon Hall members around him. However, the problem lay in the synchronized movements of these Dragon Hall members, which undoubtedly showcased their coordination skills. If one were to consider the weapons in the hands of the Dragon Hall members, it was clear that if a fight broke out, it would be the mismatched cultivators from Eastern State who would suffer.
Opposite Beitang Mo, Ye Huan had already achieved his goal. He smiled and nodded, softly uttering a single word: "Good."
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