Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates
Chapter 278 - 276: Just Waiting for You to Kill Me

Chapter 278: Chapter 276: Just Waiting for You to Kill Me

"Again, he’s vanished," Xiao Ye, floating mid-air, turned his head and found that the Duel Arena had disappeared from sight.

Xiao Ye shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and swiftly flew in the direction pointed out by Zong Kui.

Every time the Void Martial Saint Tablet appeared, only ten people were allowed into the Holy Tablet World. With the Eighteen Great Families competing, the contention for these ten slots was bound to be fierce.

"There’s Xiao Ye! He’s appeared! Quick, inform Elder Yan Heng!"

At this moment, a Yan Family team of about seven or eight members, located a kilometer away from Xiao Ye, spotted him and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

For the past month, the Yan Family had searched everywhere for Xiao Ye to no avail. They had even begun to wonder if Xiao Ye had left this world.

After a brief exchange, the Yan Family team split into two groups. Two martial artists followed Xiao Ye at a distance to pinpoint his location, while the rest went to inform Yan Heng.

"Hmph," Xiao Ye had long noticed this scene and a cold smirk appeared on his face.

Now that his strength had greatly improved, he naturally no longer needed to fear the Yan Family. If Yan Heng dared to come looking for trouble, it would be akin to seeking death.

"Let them follow for now. Otherwise, Yan Heng wouldn’t be able to find me. Once I get rid of him, my resistance in entering the central area will lessen," Xiao Ye glanced behind him, scaring the two martial artists into hastily concealing their presence.

"Phew, he didn’t discover us, did he?"

"Of course not, otherwise he would have made a move by now."

The two martial artists concealed their presence and after a brief communication, they cautiously emerged and continued to track Xiao Ye, leaving signals along the way to facilitate Yan Heng’s pursuit.

"Isn’t this kid supposed to be smart? He doesn’t seem all that impressive to me, being followed and completely unaware."

"Who cares, as long as we don’t lose him. Once Elder Yan Heng kills this little bastard, he will definitely reward us handsomely."

The two martial artists chuckled coldly with a ’hehe’, following leisurely.

The two of them were suddenly shocked because Xiao Ye had stopped moving forward and instead, landed and sat down cross-legged.

"What’s going on? He’s about to die and yet that kid is actually cultivating."

The two martial artists from the Yan Family quickly landed and hid in the shadows, quietly observing Xiao Ye.

"Elder Yan Heng sure is slow," Xiao Ye sat cross-legged, his gaze flicking towards the direction of the two men, silently shaking his head.

These two’s tracking skills were blatantly obvious.

Boom!

Time silently passed, and after the duration of one incense stick burning, a powerful surge of energy swept through.

"Elder Yan Heng!" The two Yan Family martial artists hidden in the shadows rejoiced.

"Finally arrived, have you?" Xiao Ye’s eyelids twitched and he didn’t even bother to open his eyes.

An old man with white hair and eyes sharp as blades descended from the sky. Behind him, a weaving mass of figures—over a hundred martial artists—encircled Xiao Ye, leaving no route of escape, their killing aura soaring to the sky.

"Little bastard, we’ve finally found you. If we don’t grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes, my hatred will never be extinguished!" Yan Heng’s eyes flickered with a ferocious light as he glared at Xiao Ye menacingly.

Swish!

Xiao Ye suddenly opened his eyes, and from his pitch-black pupils, two sharp glints burst forth.

"Yan Heng, you’re too slow. I’ve been sitting here waiting for you to come and kill me. Otherwise, how could those two idiots have lived for so long?" Xiao Ye said calmly.

Swish!

Upon hearing this, the faces of the two Yan Family martial artists turned pale as paper, disbelief painting their features while cold sweat poured down their foreheads.

Had Xiao Ye actually noticed them all along? Then why had he allowed them to follow?

Yan Heng was also taken aback for a moment, his gaze flickering and his complexion growing darker.

Xiao Ye’s implication was clear; he had been deliberately waiting for him to catch up. Such arrogance was truly astounding.

"Where does this kid get his confidence?" Yan Heng examined Xiao Ye closely, realizing that in just one month, Xiao Ye had become someone he could no longer see through completely.

From their last encounter, he knew very well that the youth before him was no ordinary character; even he had fallen prey to Xiao Ye’s ploys.

"Kill him!" With that thought, Yan Heng waved his hand, and the surrounding Yan Family martial artists immediately drew their weapons and charged at Xiao Ye.

Xiao Ye rose to his feet, his black hair whipping about wildly. He sneered, "Yan Heng, I’m surprised you, as an elder of the Yan Family, would send these people to test my strength. Have you lost the courage to face me yourself?"

With that said, Xiao Ye pushed out a palm, and a thick surge of power instantly filled the heavens, shaking the void. A gigantic palm, akin to a towering mountain, mercilessly bore down on the people in front.

Spurt!

Spurt!

...

The Yan Family martial artists in front of Xiao Ye hadn’t even come close when they were sent flying backward, blood spurting uncontrollably.

"Get lost, all of you!"

Xiao Ye bellowed, and the three Xuandan inside him erupted simultaneously. The power of the Xuanwu coursed through his body, the terrifying energy gathering in his fists. Brilliant rays of light shot straight into the Nine Heavens, invoking storms and clouds.

Xiao Ye stood tall on the earth like an invincible War God, swinging his fists with soaring combat spirit.

Boom!

With a punch, twenty-four strands of Domineering Dragon Qi burst forth, filling the entire void. In an instant, flesh and blood flew, and the bodies of Yan Family’s Martial Artists with slightly weaker cultivation exploded. Even those slightly stronger spewed blood and were forcefully thrown to the ground.

With a single palm strike and a punch, all the Yan Family’s Martial Artists, numbering over a hundred, were annihilated.

"What!" Yan Heng’s expression froze, his face filled with disbelief.

The strength Xiao Ye displayed was not weaker than his own, and perhaps even stronger. Just a month ago, if he hadn’t been careless, Xiao Ye wouldn’t have been his match at all.

"This little bastard must have had some fortuitous encounter, or else his strength couldn’t have increased this much!" Yan Heng’s eyes became extremely solemn.

Swoosh!

Xiao Ye walked on air, his robe fluttering as he ascended towards Heaven, and staring at Yan Heng, he said, "Now, it’s your turn."

Yan Heng’s body surged with a cold killing aura, and he snorted contemptuously, "Tch, little bastard, even if you’ve had some lucky breaks, what of it? You’re from the Endless Sea and lack the nurturing of a major force. No matter how strong you are, your strength is limited, so you’re bound to die today."

"After you’ve become a cripple, your idle talk has also grown. Stop wasting time, I’ve got to hit the road after I kill you," said Xiao Ye disdainfully.

"You!" Yan Heng raged, his face turning red as he trembled with anger.

Boom!

Immediately after, Yan Heng’s figure shot out, and with a single swipe of his claw in the void, a sharp killing light, like the scythe of the Death God, whistled towards Xiao Ye, the cold wind bone-chilling.

"Humph!"

Xiao Ye snorted coldly and quickly executed the Domineering Dragon Suppressing Sky Fist, shattering the void and carrying an unparalleled force as he met Yan Heng’s attack.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two powerhouses clashed mid-air, their thunderous sounds echoing and creating a tremendous energy storm that surged in all directions to the west, quickly attracting the attention of many.

"It’s Yan Family’s own Clan Elder, Yan Heng."

"Yan Heng is a Middle Stage warrior of the Eighth Transition Xuanwu. Who else in this outer region is qualified to clash with him?"

Gaze after gaze turned towards the battlefield above. When they saw Xiao Ye’s figure, they gasped in shock, their faces filled with amazement.

"It’s Xiao Ye, the youth from the Endless Sea!"

"My god, he’s so powerful to such an extent; how is this possible!"

Among the youth of Xingyun Kingdom, there’s simply no Heavenly Pride as powerful as him.

"Little bastard, I’ve said it before, you’re just a lowly creature from the Endless Sea. Even if you’re powerful in cultivation, without powerful Combat Techniques, you are definitely not my match!" Above the sky, Yan Heng sneered viciously, his single hand forming a claw, piercing through the oncoming Domineering Dragon Qi, and gradually pressing Xiao Ye into a disadvantage.

Obviously, what Yan Heng was using was a Seventh Grade Battle Technique.

"You’re getting happy a bit too early," Xiao Ye said with a cold smile.

During the previous exchange, he didn’t even fully activate the Domineering Dragon Suppressing Sky Fist to the Perfection Level. He was just adapting to his current strength.

"I, Xiao Ye, indeed come from the Endless Sea, but I can still kill an old dog like you!" As Xiao Ye’s words fell, twenty-seven strands of Domineering Dragon Qi roared out, engulfing Yan Heng’s figure and reaching the peak of power.

The Domineering Dragon Suppressing Sky Fist, at its true grade, was merely a Sixth Grade Battle Technique, but with the enhancement from Xiao Ye’s three Xuandans, its power had reached the level of the Seventh Grade—although not as strong as Blood Battle Eight Directions, it was still slightly more potent than the technique Yan Heng was using.

"What, how did his Combat Technique suddenly increase in power so much!"

Feeling the increased power behind Xiao Ye’s punch, Yan Heng’s face changed drastically as he was caught off-guard and sent flying, crashing violently to the ground.

"Impossible, how could I, Yan Heng, lose to you!" Yan Heng roared in anger, struggling to his feet, and charged towards Xiao Ye again.

But what greeted Yan Heng was a dazzling Sword Light, two thousand zhang in length, spanning the void and slicing his body in two. His mangled corpse fell to the ground.

"Can’t be bothered to waste more time with you." Xiao Ye coldly retracted his Flame Saber.

With Xiao Ye’s current strength, activating the Perfect Realm Blood Battle Eight Directions to kill a Late Stage Martial Artist of Eighth Transition Xuanwu wasn’t difficult, let alone Yan Heng.

"Let’s see what treasures these people have on them." A thought occurred to Xiao Ye, and he began searching the bodies of the Yan Family’s Martial Artists.

Soon, Xiao Ye made quite a haul.

Ordinary Yan Family Martial Artists had no qualifications to cultivate Seventh Grade Battle Techniques. Xiao Ye had no interest in the Sixth Grade Combat Techniques they had, but he stored them in the Space Ring nonetheless.

Also, the Mid-grade Primordial Stones on these people totaled to roughly two hundred.

"Hell Demon Claw!" Xiao Ye found a booklet on Yan Heng’s Corpse, which was the Seventh Grade Battle Technique previously used by Yan Heng.

Upon inspection, Xiao Ye found that this Combat Technique was rather peculiar and unsuitable for his cultivation.

"Put it away for now; it’s time to head to the central region." Xiao Ye stored all the items in the Space Ring, then his figure soared into the sky, rapidly disappearing into the horizon.

It wasn’t until long after Xiao Ye had left that people dared to approach the area. What they saw left them dazed for a long time.

A youth from the Endless Sea had decimated one of the Eighteen Great Families, the Yan Family, to such an extent?

"Xiao Ye must surely be headed to the central region. It looks like Xingyun Kingdom is going to liven up," murmured someone.