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There is a saying that a bow must be drawn to strike the enemy, and an atomic bomb is most intimidating when it is on the launch pad. Given the current situation, the 'Angel' atomic bomb from the 2012 Arms Encyclopedia is merely a flashy but useless weapon. Ye Huan cannot rely on it at all. If he truly wants to escape from the center of the Eight Gates of Immortal Trapping Formation, he must find another way.
"I possess two types of power. Aside from the power of a Cultivator, the power of a Summoner must be manifested through those Arms listed in the 2012 Arms Encyclopedia. Setting aside nuclear weapons, do I really have no other Arms capable of breaking this formation?"
The more he pondered his predicament, the more uncomfortable it became. Looking at the Summoning Book and the 2012 Arms Encyclopedia before him, Ye Huan suddenly recalled a scene from his time in the Southern Xiongnu Empire. If he remembered correctly, back in the capital of the Southern Xiongnu Empire, he had nearly leveled the Southern Xiongnu Empire Palace with a Dongfeng-4 missile, infuriating Emperor Xuan Ziming to no end. If he could summon the Dongfeng-4 now, would it be able to break through this formation?
Determined to give it a try, just as Ye Huan flipped to the page featuring the Dongfeng-4, he suddenly realized a serious issue: there seemed to be no space for the Dongfeng-4 here.
"Ye Huan, do you have an idea?"
Noticing Ye Huan's contemplative expression, Yu Wuxia was filled with doubt about whether Ye Huan had found a way to break this formation. However, she was not entirely skeptical; after all, it wasn't the first time Ye Huan had accomplished what others could not. Perhaps his strength couldn't surpass that of the First Master of Yuxu Palace, but considering Ye Huan's clever ideas and his history of surprising outcomes, Yu Wuxia thought he might indeed have a strategy to break the formation.
"What idea could I have? It's just relying on brute force to break this formation that has trapped us..."
Ye Huan attempted to share his plan with Yu Wuxia but ended by mentioning that summoning the Dongfeng-4 in such a confined space was impossible. On the other hand, when Yu Wuxia heard about the Dongfeng-4's power from Ye Huan, her eyes lit up. However, upon realizing its massive size, her enthusiasm waned immediately; her spirit seemed less vigorous than before. She weakly addressed Ye Huan:
"Ye Huan, as you said, the Dongfeng-4 is indeed powerful. But right now we are within this formation; there's no guarantee that your Dongfeng-4 can be used normally. Furthermore, even if it could be used, where would we hide? In the end, we would still have to endure the force generated by its explosion."
"Well..."
Feeling embarrassed, Ye Huan scratched his head; he hadn't considered this problem before. However, after Yu Wuxia's reminder, he felt that things might not be as troublesome as she suggested. After all, regardless of how powerful the Dongfeng-4 was, it was ultimately formed from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. Since it was Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, why couldn't Ye Huan convert it into something usable for himself when summoning the Dongfeng-4?
Driven by curiosity, Ye Huan quietly attempted to summon a Desert Eagle behind Yu Wuxia's back. As usual, it seemed that whatever Arms he summoned in this formation would not be affected by the formation itself. However, when Ye Huan planned to transform the Desert Eagle into Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, he felt at a loss. The reason was simple: once the Desert Eagle became Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, it would return to the Summoning Book 2012 Arms Compendium. Ye Huan had known this long before he became a Cultivator; otherwise, he wouldn't have consumed various firearms while practicing with the Arms from the Summoning Book.
Rubbing his temples in frustration, Ye Huan held the recently summoned Desert Eagle, feeling quite troubled. Yet, in order to escape this cursed place, he had no choice but to sit cross-legged again and ponder how he could transform the Desert Eagle into Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy for his use without it entering his body.
"What are you pondering now? You're practically halfway into the coffin; can't you just talk to me?"
Just as Ye Huan immersed himself in thought, Yu Wuxia's voice disrupted his concentration. From Yu Wuxia's tone, it seemed he had already resigned himself to the idea that they would not escape this formation.
"Master, it's not that I don't want to talk to you; it's that I must find a way out. Even if you don't care about Yuxu Palace, I have to think about my future wife and everyone around me. Take Bai Yulin and Black Shadow Flower for example; they are currently in Yuxu Palace. If I die here, once Song Zhong of the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors breaches Yuxu Palace, they will undoubtedly perish. If I don't kill Bo Ren but he dies because of me, I find it hard to be at peace."
After carefully observing Yu Wuxia's expression for a moment, Ye Huan expressed his thoughts. Regardless of Zhao Ziyu or Bai Yulin, this time, after hearing Ye Huan's words, Yu Wuxia not only did not scold him but instead burst into laughter, nearly rolling on the ground with tears streaming down his face. Ye Huan was left bewildered and couldn't help but ask, "Master, did I say something wrong? Why are you laughing?"
"Haha! I don't kill Bo Ren, yet Bo Ren dies because of me. Although I don't know who Bo Ren is, I know that Yuxu Palace finally has someone to carry on its legacy. It seems my earlier decision was indeed correct. If you can become the next Master of Yuxu Palace, with your willingness to help others at your own expense, I'm sure our disciples will unite under your leadership and become the foremost sect in Eastern State."
"Help others at my own expense? Asking me to stab others seems unrealistic; however, stabbing my enemies is no problem at all."
Not understanding what Yu Wuxia meant, Ye Huan couldn't help but grumble internally while still having to respond aloud: "Master, what good does talking about this do at a time like this? If you want me to be the Master of Yuxu Palace, at least wait until we get out of here before discussing it."
"There's no rush, Ye Huan. Let me ask you this: if we really manage to leave here alive, would you be willing to become the next Master of Yuxu Palace?"
Suddenly changing demeanor, Yu Wuxia lost his previous despondency. His eyes were sharp as he threw out a question that Ye Huan least wanted to hear and answer…
The text of Summon Arms Chapter Three Hundred Forty-EightI don’t kill Boren, but Boren died because of me kanshu.la/book/dazhuzai/
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