Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 153 - 153 153 The World in Uproar

153: Chapter 153 The World in Uproar 153: Chapter 153 The World in Uproar Gazing at the spectacle before him, Ye Xuan was slightly startled.

He hadn’t expected Zhuo Junting to arrange such a grand welcome for him, which clearly demonstrated the great importance she attached to his return to Jiangnan.

“Junting, you’ve worked hard,” Ye Xuan nodded and said slowly.

“This is my duty,” Zhuo Junting replied with reverence, not daring to feel any pride.

A luxurious sedan arrived, and with Zhuo Junting opening the car door to invite Ye Xuan in, a large convoy of black sedans led the way as Ye Xuan’s party slowly departed from the airport.

However, the locals near the airport were all guessing at Ye Xuan’s identity.

…

Qingyun Small House.

This was a super villa that had everything one could think of, and even things beyond imagination.

The construction of this super villa took a full year to complete.

It was personally supervised by Zhuo Junting, and no one knew who the owner of the villa was, which led to wild speculation about why Zhuo Junting, known as the Poisonous Demon, would spend a fortune to build such a luxurious estate.

Today, Qingyun Small House welcomed its true master.

Accompanied by Zhuo Junting and others, Ye Xuan briefly toured Qingyun Small House, nodding with satisfaction.

Whether it was modern amenities or the layout of the house, Qingyun Small House could be described as perfect, which also showed how highly Zhuo Junting regarded Ye Xuan.

In the reception room.

Ye Xuan reclined lazily on the soft sofa while Zhuo Junting and the others bowed and stood to his left and right.

“Mr.

Ye, this is a map of the distribution of Mutant Beasts in various parts of Xia Country.

There have been sightings of Blood Soul in these areas, and most importantly, in the northwest region, an extremely mysterious force is rising.

However, I am incapable and have not obtained any useful clues,” Zhuo Junting said, pushing a document in front of Ye Xuan with a slightly ashamed expression.

Ye Xuan casually flipped through the document, taking a good ten minutes before closing it.

He then looked at Zhuo Junting and said, “You’ve done well; the mission I entrusted to you has also been completed satisfactorily.”

“Netherworld Lord, here is all the intelligence on Mo’er Group.”

Viper, leader of the Netherworld’s Dark Night Group, had, after a year of cultivation, reached the ninth level of the Innate phase.

He respectfully handed a document to Ye Xuan, then stood with hands at his side.

Opening the document, Ye Xuan read it slowly.

A cold smile formed at the corner of his mouth, “Western Sword God?

Wants to avenge that waste from the Dominator Blade?

And Mo’er Group has even offered a bounty of ten billion to have my head?”

“Mantou.”

“Here,” replied Mantou, kneeling on one knee with a silly grin on his face, waiting for Ye Xuan’s orders.

“Lead the Blood Slaughter Group and exterminate the Mo’er Group for me.

As for this Western Sword God, let her whole family accompany her to Hell.”

Ye Xuan casually threw the document to Mantou, prompting the man to laugh silly and say, “Your command shall be followed.”

Among the four leaders of the Netherworld, if anyone was the most bloodthirsty, it was Mantou.

Despite his constant silly grin, entrusting the task of annihilating households to Mantou was the most fitting choice.

Following Mantou’s departure with orders, the other two leaders reported on the year’s events.

Half a day passed, and Ye Xuan continuously issued various commands, fully mobilizing the operations of the Netherworld, while Zhuo Junting reported to Ye Xuan that she had united the underworld forces of Jiangnan over the past year and was awaiting his instructions.

The meeting concluded.

Everyone had a simple meal and then went their separate ways, except for Zhuo Junting, who remained at the Qingyun Small House.

The rotund fellow even took Gu Beichen to carry out some tasks Ye Xuan had assigned.

The sun was setting, and nightfall approached.

Ye Xuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the moonlight outside the arena, his eyes drifting, lost in thought.

“Sir, it’s time for you to rest.”

With a soft, seductive voice, Zhuo Junting was clad in a sheer pink chiffon that barely concealed her slender, ivory-like body beneath, radiating an extremely tempting allure.

Ye Xuan was pulled from his reverie when he turned and saw Zhuo Junting’s attire, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, clearly perceiving the woman’s intention.

“Junting, you are my subordinate; there’s no need for this.

You may go rest now,” Ye Xuan gently said.

“Junting knows you do not favor her, but as the ancients said, appetite and desire are natural.

Sir, after all, is a man, and Junting is still a virgin, willing to offer herself to you.

Please fulfill this for me,” Zhuo Junting said with a light bite of her lips.

Ye Xuan shook his head slowly, unmoved by the beauty before him, and waved his hand, saying, “My heart is not in this.

Go do what you must.”

After those words, Ye Xuan turned and went back inside the house, leaving Zhuo Junting alone, her faint disappointment palpable as she reluctantly dressed and left the Qingyun Small House.

Inside the house!

Ye Xuan sat cross-legged, a wry smile on his face.

It wasn’t that he, Ye Xuan, disliked the company of women—he was, after all, a man.

But he felt nothing for Zhuo Junting, and taking her body would be nothing more than satisfying a man’s craving.

Such a mere release of desire was not something Ye Xuan would indulge in; after all, his self-discipline was incredibly formidable.

Sitting in meditation, a dim bloody light bloomed around him, and Ye Xuan quietly entered into cultivation.

…

At the same time.

In Capital City of Xia Country, the decisive battle between Muramasa Kozuki, the Martial Artist Village’s warrior from Japan, and Ye Lingtian, the Guardian Sword God, was unfolding.

The whole world watched, major powers gathered, because this was a combat between two of the top martial artists, destined to be recorded in human history.

Everyone wanted to witness it firsthand.

Amidst widespread anticipation, the two contemporary top martial artists signed a life and death contract.

When the battle began, everyone was shocked, because the fight was unbelievably fast.

One strike, just a single strike—when Muramasa Kozuki unsheathed the Demon Blade, the towering dark blade aura unleashed a sound like the wailing of ghosts and howling of gods.

Ye Lingtian couldn’t even block one strike; his Divine Sword, which had been with him for a century, shattered into a sky full of cold stars.

Ye Lingtian was defeated!

It was a crushing defeat, a profound defeat.

Broadcasted live by television stations everywhere, it left the citizens of Xia Country dumbstruck and silent.

How could the century-old Sword God, standing at the pinnacle of Xia Country’s martial arts, fall to the hands of Muramasa Kozuki, a young warrior?

The world was in uproar, and emotions ran high.

The citizens of Xia Country couldn’t accept this reality, but they saw from the live television broadcast that Ye Lingtian’s Divine Sword had shattered, his chest stained with blood; he was indeed defeated by Muramasa Kozuki.

“Is this your Guardian Sword God?

He’s no match for a single strike from me.”

“From my point of view, the title of Guardian Sword God might as well be given to me.

From now on, let me, Muramasa Kozuki, protect your Xia Country,” Muramasa Kozuki said with a disdainful smile on the dais, his words enraging the Xia Country citizens to the extreme.

Yet no one among the many martial artists present dared step forward, because if even Ye Lingtian had been defeated, how could they possibly be a match for Muramasa Kozuki?