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Yu Wuxia was on the brink of collapse; anyone could easily see that he was utterly exhausted. Just as Ye Huan was about to step forward to help, Yu Wuxia suddenly straightened his back. In addition to the so-called Golden Wind Sword, the treasure of Yuxu Palace, he held another rather unusual weapon.
"Wait, isn't that an M67 Fragmentation Grenade?"
Seeing the grenade in Yu Wuxia's hand, Ye Huan recalled that when Yu Wuxia had first left Yuxu Palace, he had asked for two M67 Fragmentation Grenades and even mentioned wanting to study them carefully. He never expected Yu Wuxia would actually bring one out now.
'Wait a minute, has Elder Yu lost his mind? What good will an M67 Fragmentation Grenade do against a Transcending Tribulation Stage Cultivator like Gu Long?'
Fully aware of the power of the M67 Fragmentation Grenade, Ye Huan was puzzled by Yu Wuxia's choice. However, just as he was momentarily distracted, Yu Wuxia threw the grenade right in front of Gu Long.
Boom…
The sound emitted from this M67 Fragmentation Grenade was somewhat different from others. As soon as it hit the ground, it produced a dull thud, followed by a visible surge of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy that spread outwards, transforming into sharp flying knives. Most of them were aimed directly at Gu Long's position.
"What the hell? Is this an upgraded version of the M67 Fragmentation Grenade?"
Ye Huan gasped in astonishment. Regardless of how Gu Long reacted to the grenade thrown by Yu Wuxia, at least Ye Huan felt immense admiration for him. After all, the power of this M67 Fragmentation Grenade was extraordinary; not just anyone could modify it. A poorly executed modification could cost someone their life. Given the power of this grenade, it was clear that Yu Wuxia had forcefully packed a significant amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy into it.
Curious about the M67 Fragmentation Grenade himself, Gu Long surprisingly smiled when he saw the flying knives formed from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy rushing toward him. "Not bad; this is actually quite interesting."
As he spoke, Gu Long took out another treasure from his Spatial Ring—a Brass Bell—and tossed it into the air, enveloping himself within it.
The sound echoed like firecrackers during the New Year celebration. As the flying knives formed by the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy struck the Brass Bell, a series of crisp sounds rang out. Yet, despite this, not a single mark was left on the bell. Ye Huan stared in disbelief and murmured, "What kind of treasure is this? Even the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy can't harm it. Isn't that a bit too powerful?"
"Powerful?"
Yu Wuxia had somehow appeared beside Ye Huan just in time to hear his words and couldn't help but respond with a hint of emotion, "Perhaps you don't know, but if I could wield our sect's treasure, the Golden Wind Sword, Gu Long wouldn't even need a single round to be defeated."
"The Golden Wind Sword?"
Recalling the appearance of the earlier Golden Giant Sword, Ye Huan glanced at Yu Wuxia's hand. To his surprise, he saw a pocket sword only two inches long in Yu Wuxia's left hand, identical in design to the Golden Wind Sword.
"Old man, is that the giant sword from earlier?"
Knowing that many Flying Swords and treasures could shrink for convenience outside of battle, Ye Huan voiced his curiosity. However, Yu Wuxia did not respond; instead, he turned his gaze toward Gu Long's position.
Following Yu Wuxia's line of sight, Gu Long's figure was still obscured by the Brass Bell. The difference this time was that the bell emitted a faint golden light.
Initially, the golden light was not very striking, but as seconds passed, it grew increasingly bright. Within three to five seconds, it became blindingly bright, forcing Ye Huan to avert his gaze.
"Not this cursed bell again! Ye Huan, let's go back into the cave!"
Having suffered greatly from the bell before, Yu Wuxia hurriedly reached out to pull Ye Huan away as the golden light intensified. However, it seemed he had forgotten one thing: he still held the Golden Wind Sword from Yuxu Palace tightly in his hand!
The Golden Wind Sword had been the treasured weapon of Yuxu Palace since its establishment. It was said to have been wielded by the first generation of the palace's leader. To use the Golden Wind Sword, one not only had to nourish the blade with their blood but also gain its recognition. For instance, the current leader, Yu Wuxia, would not have been able to wield it if he did not hold the title of leader himself. In simpler terms, this sword was selective.
With a whoosh...
As soon as the Golden Wind Sword made contact with Ye Huan's injured hand, it emitted a sound reminiscent of a sword being drawn from its sheath. The sword then plunged into Ye Huan's body, absorbing his blood.
"Ah!!!"
A scream echoed through the air; anyone would find it unbearable to have a sword penetrate their body. Ye Huan was no exception. The pain that surged through him after the Golden Wind Sword entered was a thousand times worse than his hand injury. If it weren't for Gu Long, the formidable enemy lurking nearby, Ye Huan would have gladly fainted to escape this torment.
"Ye Huan?"
Yu Wuxia turned in surprise, caught off guard by this sudden turn of events. However, when he noticed that the Golden Wind Sword had vanished, his expression turned strange. In Yuxu Palace, any disciple capable of wielding the Golden Wind Sword would be destined to become the next leader. This had been an established rule since the palace's inception. The thought of Ye Huan becoming the leader was troubling; after all, Ye Huan often referred to him as "old man." Yu Wuxia couldn't help but feel frustrated that the sword chose Ye Huan instead of someone else.
At that moment, while both Yu Wuxia and Ye Huan were preoccupied with their own dilemmas, Gu Long seized the opportunity. The Brass Bell hurtled toward Ye Huan and Yu Wuxia with tremendous force, creating a deafening roar as it approached, snapping Yu Wuxia back to reality.
"What should I do? What on earth can I do?"
He glanced at Ye Huan before focusing intently on what lay ahead. Others might not know the origins of the Brass Bell, but Yu Wuxia was all too aware of its terrifying power—one that had caused him endless suffering.
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