Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 445 - 442: Defeating Leng Wusheng

Chapter 445: Chapter 442: Defeating Leng Wusheng

"How has it come to this? It’s been so long, yet Leng Wusheng still can’t finish the fight?" Seeing the fierce exchange between the two, Ouyang Tie quickly furrowed his brow. Looking at it this way, between the two of them, could it be an evenly matched, equally strong showdown?

"I said it, this rookie is no simple character. He deliberately provoked Leng Wusheng to lower his realm. This really isn’t a small clever trick; he just might win this battle."

Fei Yue’s face showed increasing interest as she spoke with a radiant smile.

"It’s too early to say that."

Ouyang Tie didn’t believe Leng Wusheng would lose. No matter how bad the latter was, it was absolutely impossible for him to lose to a newbie, no matter how freakishly strong that newbie was.

At this moment, there was also some frustration in Leng Wusheng’s heart. With his strength, there was no need for such a hard battle with Ye Xuan. All he needed to do was use the power of the Martial Soul, and Ye Xuan would be undoubtedly defeated. However, he couldn’t do that; once he used it, that meant he had employed strength beyond his realm, which was tantamount to admitting his defeat.

"Thunder Beast Transformation!"

Even if he couldn’t use the power of a Martial Venerate, Leng Wusheng still had plenty of tactics at his disposal. He shouted loudly, instantly triggering a powerful force. Streams of scarlet blood qi surged from within his body, forming a dense Blood Cloud. Inside the Blood Cloud, a fierce Demon Beast was taking shape, mixed with traces of lightning.

"Roar!"

Low and deep roaring sounds came from the blood fog.

Though he hadn’t used his Martial Soul, this move was Leng Wusheng’s strongest strike after suppressing his strength; the momentum was equally astonishing.

The Thunder Beast, formed entirely of True Yuan, was like a real Demon Beast, emanating an extremely terrifying pressure.

Whoosh!

From within the Blood Cloud, the fierce beastly shadow suddenly pounced out, mixed with the dazzling thunder light tearing through the air, sweeping towards Ye Xuan.

Boom!

However, just as the Thunder Beast was about to hit Ye Xuan, the latter’s body was suddenly enveloped in a layer of dark golden luster. In the blink of an eye, a half-dragon figure appeared in front of the Thunder Beast, and at the same time, a giant dragon phantom rose, raising its claws, and fiercely collided with the Thunder Beast.

The two fierce beastly shadows collided ferociously, with powerful gusts emanating in all directions. The fire that had not yet spread was now expanding again; half of the trees in the yard were set ablaze, with thick smoke billowing.

The roar of the beasts resounded through heaven and earth.

After such a hard collision, both of them were forced to retreat explosively; neither had gained the upper hand in that ferocious confrontation.

"Damned thing!"

Leng Wusheng was enraged. His hair spread loose, looking as if he had gone mad. As his fury escalated, he continually slashed out with his knife, creating a terrifying knife wind. The knife wind was bitter, containing countless strands of blade qi, which shot out towards Ye Xuan, covering the sky and earth.

Whoosh!

With dragon wings spread out behind him, Ye Xuan’s figure floated back, steadily landing on a burning tree. Lifting his arm, all the burning leaves on the tree fell and flew up, rotating around his body, making a sound like flying swords, with firelight diffusing in the air, like numerous fiery swords.

"Swish, swish!"

Ye Xuan waved the Dragon Abyss Ancient Sword in his hand, pointing it at Leng Wusheng. Numerous burning leaves, wrapped in True Qi, fell like a torrential sword rain of firelight towards Leng Wusheng.

Leaves and petals, all can become swords.

Crackle and pop!

The sword rain fell, and under the sweep of the biting knife wind, it flared up even more, its power much increased, breaking through the wave of blade qi in the confrontation and sweeping towards Leng Wusheng.

"This is bad."

Leng Wusheng had not expected his own Knife Momentum would actually help Ye Xuan—attacking with wind only to aid the fire, lifting a rock only to drop it on his own foot. Immediately, he swung out his knife repeatedly, blocking the many sword qi attacks, which were like heavenly fire arrows.

Crack!

With the dense sword qi impossible to block entirely, Leng Wusheng’s chest clothing was torn open by the sword qi, his original black robe turned into an open jacket, and scorched marks fell.

In this wave of attacks, Leng Wusheng kept retreating, appearing somewhat uncoordinated.

However, in Ye Xuan’s eyes, this was a perfect opportunity for a counterattack to claim victory.

"Sword Qi Thunder Sound!"

Ye Xuan thrust his sword straight out, and before the thunder sound fell, the sword tip had already reached Leng Wusheng’s face, but it was still blocked by the latter’s knife edge.

"Heart Piercing Sword!"

Ye Xuan had anticipated this. His combination attack had already been issued. The previous sword move was just a preamble, this sword was the real climax. Sword light shot out, traveling through the void and pinpointing Leng Wusheng’s chest.

Bang!

The sword qi burst open, and Leng Wusheng’s True Yuan defense at his chest was actually penetrated. He staggered backward for a dozen steps.

His chest churning with agitated breath, Leng Wusheng almost spewed out a mouthful of stifled blood. However, he had no time to be surprised, as Ye Xuan’s third sword was already upon him.

This sword strike was a reverse-hand, inverse Gold Crack Thunder Cut.

Leng Wusheng’s eyes suddenly became exceptionally fierce as he could not defend in time. From his body erupted an extraordinarily ferocious aura, and a beast shadow cloaked in lightning suddenly lashed out with its claws, smasing Ye Xuan’s Sword Qi into pieces.

Sensing this abrupt surge of powerful fluctuations, Ye Xuan’s dragon wings quickly enveloped his body to block the shockwave entirely. His body, too, was repelled by this force, landing neatly atop the entrance to the Spirit Frost Pavilion.

In that moment, Leng Wusheng had not held back his cultivation. He unleashed the power of his Martial Soul and shattered Ye Xuan’s Sword Qi.

The battle had already reached its conclusion.

Boom!

However, just as Ye Xuan was landing from the top of the gate, about to say something, Leng Wusheng suddenly erupted from his position, shattering the ground beneath his feet, and, without explanation, swung his blade in an attack.

Ye Xuan’s complexion changed dramatically. As he was about to flap his dragon wings and retreat, two projectiles shot out from his side, swift as lightning. Striking with impeccable precision, they hit the blade Leng Wusheng wielded and sent the combat sword flying from his hand.

Ye Xuan was inwardly shocked. He turned his head to look and saw a man and a woman landing. The one who had taken action was the stunning female, Fei Yue.

These two were surely among the Inner Sect Four Demons.

That she could send Leng Wusheng’s weapon flying in just two moves, while it was a bit of a surprise, suggested that her strength was far greater than Leng Wusheng’s.

"Leng Wusheng, we of the Inner Sect Four Demons may not be kind-hearted, but we are known for keeping our word. You’ve lost the fight yet still wish to attack; are you trying to tarnish our reputation?"

Fei Yue regarded Leng Wusheng with a certain coldness, clearly dissatisfied with his recent action.

"Sister Fei Yue, I am just unwilling to lose to this guy."

Leng Wusheng gritted his teeth. As one of the Inner Sect Four Demons, he was defeated by a newcomer. Even if he had suppressed his cultivation, it was a great humiliation. If word got out, where would he put his face?

"Unwilling? Is that the extent of your psychological endurance? It seems the Spirit Frost Pavilion is no longer suitable for you." Fei Yue sneered.

Hearing this, Leng Wusheng’s face underwent a drastic change. He quickly admitted his fault, knowing Sister Fei Yue’s disposition—should he truly displease her, she might indeed expel him from the Spirit Frost Pavilion. It would then be more than a mere issue of face.

Now that the leader of their Inner Sect Four Demons was absent, Fei Yue was the one calling the shots in the Spirit Frost Pavilion.

"It’s good that you realize your mistake."

Fei Yue’s expression softened slightly, and then she turned to Ye Xuan. A seductive smile appeared on her delicate, beautiful face, "Newcomer, you’re called Ye Xuan, right? I am Fei Yue, and this is Ouyang Tie."

"Greetings, Sister Fei Yue, Brother Ouyang Tie."

Ye Xuan gave a respectful bow. Both of their auras were far stronger than Leng Wusheng’s, especially the woman named Fei Yue, who was unfathomably deep and strikingly powerful.

"You, the newcomer, do have some skills. Although Leng Wusheng has also joined late, he has been here a few years longer than you. Yet he lost to you. I’m afraid even I wasn’t as capable as you are now when I was in the Sixth Grade Martial Sect Master Realm." Fei Yue could see that Ye Xuan had great potential. His low cultivation level only further highlighted his exceptional aptitude.

"Sister Fei Yue, your praise is too kind."

Ye Xuan listened quietly, noting from the recent situation that Fei Yue was indeed the one in charge of the Spirit Frost Pavilion. Whether he could enter depended on her.

"Even so, gaining entry to the Spirit Frost Pavilion is not so simple." Fei Yue walked around Ye Xuan with a smiling face, then suddenly her tone shifted, taking a completely different stance from before.

"What conditions must be met then to reach Sister Fei Yue’s standard?"

Ye Xuan knew the woman was probably setting another difficult task for him. However, he was under her roof and had no choice but to bow his head; he still had to consider her opinion if he wanted to stay in the Spirit Frost Pavilion.

"It’s simple. You go out for experience now, and within ten days, once you’ve killed ten thousand people and come back, I will allow you to stay in the Spirit Frost Pavilion."

Fei Yue’s lips curled, giving off a slightly unnerving sensation.

"Ten thousand people in ten days?"

Ye Xuan blinked, then his expression gradually became more colorful, thinking the woman did not regard human life seriously at all.

"What, you can’t do it?" Fei Yue’s arms, like lotus stems, crossed in front of her chest, with a mocking smile.

"It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I won’t. Please propose another condition."

Ye Xuan would not senselessly massacre the innocent. He knew, the more he killed, the heavier his karma would become. When reaching the Martial Saint level, the trials and tribulations would be especially severe. Hence, many bloodthirsty fiends often suffered divine retribution. He only killed those who deserved to die. In ten days, where would he find so many deserving of death?

"If you can’t, then please leave."

Ouyang Tie furrowed his brow. Each of the Inner Sect Four Demons was a ruthless killer; if Ye Xuan couldn’t even handle this, how could he be one of them?

Shaking his head, Ye Xuan turned to leave. Even if he didn’t cultivate here, he wouldn’t betray his own principles.

"Alright, that condition was just to test you. We’re not fond of indiscriminate killing either. Listen up, Ye Xuan, I’m only giving you two months. Within two months, you must enter the elite class of the Inner Sect Disciples. Otherwise, you will not be qualified to stay in the Spirit Frost Pavilion, and I will personally kick you out."

Fei Yue’s figure flitted, suddenly appearing before Ye Xuan. Her face became serious.

"No problem."

Ye Xuan nodded, his lips curling into a slight smirk. This was more like it. Although joining the elite class of the Inner Sect Disciples in two months was challenging, it was not necessarily impossible.