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To be fair, Ye Huan despised those despicable individuals who exploited women to achieve their goals more than anything else in life. Moreover, Song Zhong was not only trying to use Zhao Ziyu to threaten Ye Huan, but it was also clear to anyone with eyes that Song Zhong aimed to leverage Ye Huan to threaten Yuxu Palace. Under such circumstances, it would already be a miracle if Ye Huan could leave Song Zhong with a whole corpse. However, upon further reflection, it was evident that although Song Zhong could not be considered a top-tier expert in the Eastern State Cultivator Realm, he was still a high-level Cultivator. As the leader of the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors, could Ye Huan really kill him so easily?
Knowing that leaving Song Zhong alive would not be easy, Ye Huan cautiously took out the Summoning Book, his eyes fixed on Song Zhong's movements, fearful of falling into one of Song Zhong's traps. This was in stark contrast to his previous arrogant demeanor.
"Haha, you think you can keep me here? Dream on!"
A look of disdain crossed Song Zhong's face. Seeing Ye Huan's cautious demeanor reignited Song Zhong's old habit of underestimating his opponent. He seemed to forget who had single-handedly disrupted his plans by running from Yuxu Palace to their location.
"Whether it's a dream or not, you'll find out if you try."
Noticing Song Zhong's contempt, Ye Huan chose not to engage in a war of words but immediately began flipping through the Summoning Book. Since the Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors present had all witnessed Ye Huan use this 2012 Arms Compendium before, they tensed up at his actions. All except for Song Zhong, who appeared unfazed. Whether it was due to overconfidence in his abilities or simply dismissing Ye Huan entirely, he did not take the opportunity to attack.
"Summon: Javelin Anti-Tank Missile."
With a gentle press of his left hand on the Summoning Book, a Javelin Anti-Tank Missile Launcher was instantly pulled from its pages. The missile was clearly a modified version, nearly two and a half meters long. If it weren't for Ye Huan's exceptional physique, just carrying such a large Javelin Anti-Tank Missile would have been a considerable challenge.
'Javelin Anti-Tank Missile?'
Song Zhong listened intently as Ye Huan spoke. Instead of showing any panic at the sight of the missile launcher, he actually breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to the numerous Apache Attack Helicopters Ye Huan had previously summoned to attack them, the Javelin Anti-Tank Missile seemed insignificant—like comparing an elephant to an ant. If the Apache Attack Helicopters were elephants, then the Javelin Anti-Tank Missile was merely an ant; no wait—it wasn't even that significant; it could be likened more to an ant's leg—something that couldn't even scratch him.
Initially, due to the intimidation caused by Ye Huan’s earlier summons of Apache Attack Helicopters, Song Zhong had felt some trepidation towards him. But now that he saw Ye Huan summon what he perceived as merely a "stick," he felt emboldened and sneered at Ye Huan: "Ye Huan, did those heavy-duty toys drain your energy too much? Is that why you can only summon this broken stick now? Haha..."
"Broken stick?"
Hearing Song Zhong refer to the Javelin Anti-Tank Missile in such a dismissive manner made Ye Huan's mouth twitch slightly. After all, Song Zhong was the only person so far who dared call the Javelin Anti-Tank Missile a broken stick. He couldn't help but wonder if he shot one at Song Zhong whether he would still dare call it that afterward.
Ye Huan pondered in his heart, truly wanting to see what kind of reaction Song Zhong would have after being hit by the Javelin Anti-Tank Missile. Without hesitation, Ye Huan pressed the launch button on the Javelin Anti-Tank Missile Launcher he held.
With a sharp whistling sound, a Javelin Anti-Tank Missile shot out from the launcher on Ye Huan's shoulder, trailing a long tail as it sped toward Song Zhong. The fierce momentum and high-speed impact meant that the missile reached Song Zhong in an instant, leaving him no time to react.
Boom!
The missile struck Song Zhong with ease. The area was still filled with smoke from the smoke bomb Ye Huan had thrown, which quickly dissipated, sending dust flying everywhere. It was unfortunate for Song Zhong that he had chosen to run to the entrance of a wealthy household in this village. After being hit by the Javelin Anti-Tank Missile, he was sent crashing into the Azure Stone Slab-paved ground of that household. The explosion caused pieces of Azure Stone Slab to be blasted into the air before falling heavily back down, burying Song Zhong right in the center.
"This is impossible! How could Ye Huan have such power to easily knock Song Zhong away?" "You're right; I find it strange too. I know Song Zhong's strength well. Even if he's not at his best, he shouldn't be easily defeated by Ye Huan."
Gasps of astonishment erupted around Ye Huan. Almost every Heavenly Dragon Gate Protector present had their mouths agape in disbelief, with occasional murmurs filled with incredulity.
Listening to the discussions around him, Ye Huan decided to prevent these individuals from interfering in his battle with Song Zhong. He summoned all the Apache Attack Helicopters overhead. As the roar of the helicopters filled the air, the Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors immediately fell silent, recalling how Ye Huan had previously sent them scattering with those very helicopters. Moreover, at this moment, it was only Song Zhong who was facing Ye Huan.
'Song Zhong, if you survive this time and return to Heavenly Dragon Sect, I Ruo Qiu will definitely not oppose you again.'
Ruo Qiu, one of Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors and witnessing the Apache Attack Helicopters above, looked toward Song Zhong's position with eyes full of sympathy. It wasn't just Ruo Qiu; other Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors shared similar expressions, some even preparing to make a quick escape.
"Ye Huan!!!"
Just as all the Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors were silently praying for Song Zhong, within that household where Song Zhong had been buried under rubble from the Azure Stone Slab, he suddenly leaped up from beneath the debris with overwhelming strength. His eyes were blood-red as he stood suspended in mid-air. Clearly agitated, but what truly caught Ye Huan's attention was that Song Zhong now wielded a sword—a broad-bladed sword measuring four feet in length.
It is well known that cultivators typically use swords that are not too long, usually around three feet for ease of wielding and aesthetic appeal. However, a four-foot great sword was rare; Ye Huan had hardly seen any cultivators using such long swords. Moreover, regardless of length, a sword's width should correspond appropriately. Yet looking at the sword in Song Zhong's hand—while one meter three centimeters in length was somewhat acceptable—the width was astonishingly over twenty centimeters.
A width of twenty centimeters should not be classified as a sword; it resembled more of a cleaver than anything else. What puzzled Ye Huan even more was that he felt he had seen such an oddly shaped great sword somewhere before.
"The sword is peculiar."
Ye Huan furrowed his brows slightly. He did not like the idea of facing an opponent wielding an unfamiliar weapon during battle, as it introduced too much uncertainty. However, today, Ye Huan remained resolute: Song Zhong had to die. Only with his death could Ye Huan rid himself of the resentment weighing on his heart.
He kept his gaze fixed on Song Zhong's long sword, carefully observing while remaining on guard against any attacks. He decided to probe into the origins of the weapon in Song Zhong's hand and said, "What’s wrong? Are you dissatisfied with how you threw it earlier and want to try again? Don’t think that just because you have a big sword, you’re invincible. To be honest, that oversized piece of junk in your hand? If I wanted to, I could snap it in half anytime."
"Snap it in half? Hahaha..."
Song Zhong burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Instead of attacking Ye Huan in his fury, he extended the four-foot-long sword he held. After laughing to his heart's content, he continued, "This sword is called Whisper. It was gifted to me by my master. It measures about four feet long, seven inches wide, and weighs one thousand eight hundred thirty-one pounds. With just a light swing, I can sever an enemy's head. For you, Ye Huan, to break this sword? You would need to obtain the treasure of Yuxu Palace, the Golden Wind Sword, gain its recognition, and become its master!"
"One thousand eight hundred thirty-one pounds?"
Ye Huan gasped in disbelief upon learning the weight of Song Zhong's four-foot-long sword. He found it hard to reconcile such a weight with the name "Whisper." As for Song Zhong's mention of the Golden Wind Sword, Ye Huan felt as if he had heard that name somewhere before.
"Wait a minute, Golden Wind Sword? Isn’t that…"
Instinctively glancing toward the direction behind Song Zhong where Yuxu Palace was located, Ye Huan finally recalled why that massive sword looked so familiar…
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