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As the battlefield lost sight of Guo Jia, everyone came back to their senses, recalling how intense the fight had just been. How could it have ended so suddenly? Many were completely unaware of what had transpired. Only a few, whose gazes were fixed on Sima Wuduan and Guo Jia among the Transcendent Practitioners, clearly witnessed the astonishing scene that had just unfolded.
With a swift and clean exchange, their fists met and quickly parted. Then, a flash of red light appeared, and Sima Wuduan's position was unexpectedly replaced by Guo Jia's. It was a scene no one had anticipated. Even Sima Wuduan, who had just engaged with Guo Jia, furrowed his brow in deep thought, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
Despite racking his brain for clues, Sima Wuduan found nothing. He was about to give up when he exchanged a glance with Guo Jia and muttered under his breath, "Dongyi."
Under the expectant gaze of the Middleman, Ye Youluo stepped onto the azure clouds, slowly approaching Liangxiaoshan and standing calmly opposite Sima Wuduan.
"No," he thought, "I inadvertently let my senior brother fall into a trap."
Though he said this, there wasn't a hint of emotion on Ye Youluo's face. However, upon closer inspection, one could detect an exquisite beauty akin to jade—at first glance, she seemed ordinary, but the longer one looked, the more extraordinary she appeared. This only added to the legendary aura surrounding Ye Youluo, who had always been known by name but never seen in person.
"Ye Dao You need not be so modest," someone remarked. "That friend's leg technique was truly astonishing. One must experience such things firsthand to understand what kind of spells can appear before them. That series of collisions might have been intentional on that friend's part; it must have been at that very moment."
After hearing Sima Wuduan's explanation, those who had previously looked down on Guo Jia—thinking him merely a cowardly cultivator who knew only how to flee—now praised him for his self-awareness and ability to avoid danger. This made Guo Jia's expression much more favorable as no one dared approach Liangxiaoshan.
Yan Dong hoped that his senior brother would show some mercy; otherwise, it might end in an embarrassing defeat.
"Ye Dao You is being too humble," someone commented. "Even if he has cultivated for hundreds of years without denying it, what does it matter if he loses a little face?"
From Sima Wuduan's words, it was evident how high Ye Youluo's status was in the Ninth Underworld. She could casually refer to them as Shi Xin's junior brothers while Sima Wuduan—who was clearly old enough to be her elder—dared not call her junior sister. No matter how Ye Youluo addressed him, it was entirely appropriate; yet he could not overstep his bounds. This reflected both Sima Wuduan's upbringing and the authority Ye Youluo had established over her years in the Ninth Underworld.
Ye Youluo wondered if her senior brother had made any progress over the years and couldn't help but recall how he used to teach his junior brothers back then.
Whether there has been any progress or not, Bu Luo certainly cannot compare to Ye Dao You. Bu Luo was also curious; after nearly ten years of seeking, Ye Dao You had yet to make a breakthrough. What kind of realm had Ru Ming reached?
The senior brother must exert all his strength.
As he spoke, Sima Wuduan finally drew his weapon, a seamless black giant sword, towering as high as a person. It resembled a solid black iron rod, and its weight was such that no one could easily identify the material it was made from. After all, there were too many materials that could be forged into black weapons, and it was impossible to discern with the naked eye.
The sword's blade faintly reflected the sunlight, revealing intricate carvings of Zhengwen on its surface. It resembled a blooming flower or a flowing spring, and almost no one could recognize what patterns were etched into it.
The Dull Sword.
On the other side, Ye Youluo merely lifted his leg slightly, causing the entire world to change color. The sky, which had been affected by the ongoing Great War, was now clear. Yet with just Ye Youluo's gentle lift of his leg, the dissipating Red Clouds suddenly thickened, creating an overwhelming sense of an impending storm. Above Ye Youluo's head, clouds spiraled upward, while the sky around him turned pitch black, revealing glimpses of the starry sky above.
Oil Lu Dao, Sima Wuduan.
Ninth Underworld, Ye Youluo.
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