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The Golden Wind Sword—wasn't that the massive golden sword that had merged with Ye Huan? No wonder Ye Huan found Song Zhong's weapon, the Light Whisper Sword, so familiar. To put it bluntly, the Light Whisper Sword was nothing more than a replica of the Golden Wind Sword within Ye Huan. All this time, the Golden Wind Sword had appeared beside Ye Huan in its golden form. If Song Zhong hadn't just reminded him, Ye Huan would have momentarily forgotten that he still carried the treasure of Yuxu Palace.
"Alright, I won't waste any more words. This time, I want you to truly experience my power."
Noticing Ye Huan's apparent surprise, Song Zhong seemed to have anticipated this reaction. His face, already adorned with a cold smirk, twisted into an even more sinister grin, as if victory was already in his grasp. Ye Huan didn't argue; instead, he delivered a harsh reality check to Song Zhong. With a swift motion, he summoned a dazzling golden giant sword that measured two meters in length. The reflected golden light was blinding to Song Zhong.
"This..."
Before he could launch an attack with the Light Whisper Sword, Song Zhong was left dumbfounded when he saw Ye Huan wielding a weapon identical to his own. He stood frozen in place.
"Hurry! Isn't that the Golden Wind Sword once used by the leader of Yuxu Palace?"
"What a dazzling weapon! Could this be the legendary treasure of Yuxu Palace—the Golden Wind Sword?"
"Strange, how does Ye Huan possess the Golden Wind Sword? Shouldn't it be in Yuxu Palace?"
Exclamations erupted as soon as Ye Huan revealed the Golden Wind Sword. Even those Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors who had little interaction with Yuxu Palace recognized it immediately as the palace's treasured weapon. Their words struck at Song Zhong's morale.
"No, it can't be! This absolutely cannot be the Golden Wind Sword..."
Fixated on the Golden Wind Sword in Ye Huan's hand, Song Zhong's eyes turned bloodshot upon hearing the murmurs from the Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors—a clear sign of his rising fury.
Noticing Song Zhong's state, Ye Huan became alert. But before Song Zhong could finish his sentence, he suddenly moved. Wielding the Light Whisper Sword, he transformed into a streak of light rushing toward Ye Huan. The speed was akin to teleportation and left no room for Ye Huan to catch his breath. Reluctantly, he raised his sword to meet the attack.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
As their giant swords clashed, a series of crisp sounds echoed in all directions between Ye Huan and Song Zhong. However, this situation didn't last long; after swinging his Light Whisper Sword over a hundred times against the Golden Wind Sword, Song Zhong was forced to stop. The reason was that after hundreds of clashes, his Light Whisper Sword had accumulated numerous chips and dents. Continuing like this would surely lead to its breakage.
Of course, despite the imbalance in their strengths, Song Zhong had gained some advantage—something Ye Huan felt acutely.
Yes, while the Light Whisper Sword was nearing its breaking point after hundreds of strikes against the Golden Wind Sword, Ye Huan felt as though his chest might explode from enduring those heavy blows from Song Zhong's weapon weighing over eighteen hundred pounds. He was overwhelmed with weakness and had a mouthful of blood lodged in his throat; if not for fearing that the nearby Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors would notice and take advantage of him, he would have spat it out long ago. Instead, constrained by their presence, he had to swallow it back down again, worsening his injuries and rendering him unable to fight effectively against Song Zhong.
"Damn it! I'm a summoner; I can't engage in close combat."
Ye Huan reminded himself once again of his identity as a summoner and steeled himself to look over at Song Zhong, who stood there like a fool, completely motionless, staring blankly at the chipped Light Whisper Sword in his hand.
"Eh? What is Song Zhong doing?"
Curiously observing Song Zhong, Ye Huan thought that if he were in Song Zhong's position, he would have seized the opportunity by now instead of standing there dazed at such a critical moment. It was no wonder Ye Huan thought this way; after all, what he didn't know was that compared to the physical injuries Ye Huan had sustained, Song Zhong's mental trauma was significant as well. After swinging his sword over a hundred times while Ye Huan appeared unscathed, it was only natural for anyone to feel a bit shaken. If Ye Huan had coughed up blood earlier, Song Zhong would have likely struck him on the head without hesitation instead of standing there lost in thought.
"Forget it, forget it. No need to think so much; while you’re down, I’ll take your life. Such a good opportunity won’t come again."
Not paying much attention to why Song Zhong seemed dazed, Ye Huan took advantage of the moment and quickly summoned a Barrett from his Summoning Book. He controlled the Barrett with his Divine Sense, aiming the barrel at Song Zhong's head.
"Die."
In front of the Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors, Ye Huan couldn't help but show a hint of a victorious smile as he prepared to kill Song Zhong. However, just as the Barrett Sniper Rifle let out its triumphant roar, a shadow suddenly appeared behind Ye Huan and kicked him away with great force.
Having already suffered numerous heavy blows and significant damage, Ye Huan could no longer withstand this kick. He spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled several times on the ground due to the impact. The only fortunate thing was that the kick arrived just after the Barrett fired, so Song Zhong's head was pierced cleanly by the specially made bullet from the Barrett Sniper Rifle, spraying a mix of red and white blood.
"Who is it?"
Dazed from being ambushed from behind, Ye Huan shook his heavy head and struggled to look back at where he had been standing. To his surprise, he clearly saw someone he had previously wanted to kill but had let escape.
"Ye Huan, did you think I wouldn’t come back after getting injured? To be honest, I’ve been wanting to deal with Song Zhong for a long time. How could someone with such a pig's brain become the leader of our Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors? Thanks to you this time; otherwise, I wouldn’t have known how to handle this guy."
Unfazed by Ye Huan’s glare, the newcomer wore a smile that made Ye Huan feel nauseous. At that moment, Ye Huan finally understood why Wang Huai had loudly declared in front of him that Song Zhong should deliver the Nine Poison Heavenly Pill to Zhao Ziyu. It turned out Wang Huai had never intended any goodwill; he had always wanted to eliminate Song Zhong.
"Wang Huai, your play of letting the clam fight while the fisherman profits is quite impressive..."
Fixing his gaze on the newcomer, Ye Huan directly revealed his identity. Indeed, it was Wang Huai, who had escaped after being shot in the abdomen by Ye Huan. Ye Huan never expected Wang Huai would return so quickly, and judging by his abdomen, it didn’t look like he had been shot at all.
To be honest, Ye Huan’s anger towards Wang Huai was enough to consume everything in its path. Yet even so, although he felt Wang Huai’s methods were despicable, he said nothing. The victor takes all; losing means losing—no matter what means others use. Once defeated, there are no more arguments.
"Hahaha! Ye Huan, thank you for your compliment. But I must tell you this: you will die—a very ugly death... You should never have tried to attack me. Anyone who wants to kill me will not be allowed to remain in this world."
Wang Huai smiled at Ye Huan like a smiling tiger—one that devours its prey without leaving any bones behind.
"Really? I don’t think Ye Huan will die."
No one noticed that behind Wang Huai, another figure had quietly emerged, and judging by her graceful form, it was clearly a woman.
"Jin Ling?"
Hearing the voice so close to him, Wang Huai turned in shock. Just as he moved his head back, a Short Blade was thrust directly into his chest. The shadow that had delivered the blade took just a couple of steps to reach Ye Huan and helped her up.
"Jin Ling, how did you get here? Aren't you..."
Feeling the warmth of small hands, Ye Huan was surprised at when Jin Ling had followed her. Jin Ling replied, "I was worried you might be in danger, so I sneaked along. But now is not the time to talk about that. Quickly put away those things protecting Zhao Ziyu; I’ll take you away."
Supporting Ye Huan, Jin Ling hurried toward Zhao Ziyu's location without wasting a moment. As Ye Huan retracted the Riot Shields meant for Zhao Ziyu, Jin Ling swiftly lifted Zhao Ziyu and summoned a Flying Sword. The three of them rushed toward Yuxu Palace. Once Zhao Ziyu and Ye Huan became mere black dots in the distance, the Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors stood around Wang Huai and Song Zhong's bodies, staring at each other in silence for quite some time. Perhaps unable to endure the oppressive atmosphere any longer, Mighty Bull was the first to speak up: "Hey, did I just see Jin Ling?"
"This..."
Looking at Mighty Bull speechlessly, no one knew how to respond to his question. For them, it was already unbelievable that Wang Huai had plotted to kill Song Zhong; as for Jin Ling killing Wang Huai and rescuing Ye Huan, that was beyond normal reasoning. Thus, in the absence of understanding the relationships involved, no one dared to say anything rash.
"How about this: let's stay here and observe for now. The leader should arrive soon. With Wang Huai and Song Zhong dead and Jin Ling's intentions unclear, we can report everything honestly later. I believe the leader won't blame us..."
Seeing that no one else spoke up, Ruo Qiu thought of a compromise. After hearing his words, the other Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors nodded in agreement with him. At the same time, as they made their plans, Jin Ling reappeared at Yuxu Palace with Ye Huan and Zhao Ziyu...
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