Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 851 - 870: Ye Xuan’s Thoughts

Chapter 851: Chapter 870: Ye Xuan’s Thoughts

Killing a Zhang Heng is naturally something that Ye Xuan would not hesitate about; it would be no different from stomping on an ant. However, Zhang Heng is linked to the Small Cauldron, which protects him. To kill Zhang Heng, the Small Cauldron must first be suppressed.

Ye Xuan estimated the power released by the Small Cauldron just now and realized he would need to exert eighty percent of his cultivation to suppress it and kill Zhang Heng. But doing so would expose his own identity.

A dilemma lay before Ye Xuan: should he expose his cultivation to seize the Small Cauldron, or should he temporarily let it remain with Zhang Heng and find an appropriate moment to secretly kill him and take the cauldron?

"To withstand an attack from me, you are indeed a person of significance. But how long can you endure?"

Just as Ye Xuan was deep in thought, Zhang Heng shouted brutally. He was confident in the Small Cauldron, utterly disbelieving that Ye Xuan could be its match. He launched the Small Cauldron once more to attack Ye Xuan.

"Be careful," Minghe Ancestor’s expression changed dramatically as he hurriedly alerted Ye Xuan.

Clang!

Heaven and Earth resonated with the sound of an explosion, and the world seemed to blur as Ye Xuan delivered a punch, sending the Small Cauldron crashing back. However, he stepped back once more, as he could only use forty percent of his cultivation, performing the Buddhist Sect’s Divine Skills, naturally unable to display his full power.

"Good, good, good, indeed you, Qingming, are formidable. Today, I shall engage in three hundred rounds with you."

Zhang Heng, his face flushed, shouted loudly. Surrounded by a dance of sinister light, he manipulated the Small Cauldron to attack Ye Xuan, immediately engaging in battle. The surrounding void erupted violently, causing an exceedingly terrifying scene.

Rumble!

The void collapsed, and Fengdu City shook. Many buildings turned to ash as people from the Underworld fled in panic. The power resulting from Ye Xuan and Zhang Heng’s battle was too terrifying, and escaping in time was vital, otherwise, they would face severe consequences even if they survived.

Time passed slowly; Zhang Heng wielded the Small Cauldron with great might, and although Ye Xuan did not fall into a disadvantage, the battle dragged on with no end in sight.

Three days and nights passed. Ye Xuan remained calm and collected, while Zhang Heng was panting heavily due to the great depletion of his cultivation. Even with the Small Cauldron, he could not overcome Ye Xuan.

"Such a Qingming Buddha, I have other matters today, so I’ll let you go for now. But next time, I will surely suppress you."

Zhang Heng boasted shamelessly, retracting the Small Cauldron. He gave Ye Xuan a fierce look before summoning three Ghost Emperors to form an Escape Light, dashing out of Fengdu City.

Buzz!

Ye Xuan strolled back through the void. Minghe Ancestor and Emperor Fengdu quickly approached him, while the guests had long dispersed due to the battle between the two.

"Many thanks to Daoist Qingming. If not for your righteous intervention today, I would have faced great disaster, and the Five Ghost Regions would have been under Zhang Heng’s command." Emperor Fengdu was filled with gratitude and continuously bowed in thanks to Ye Xuan.

"No need, it was just a minor affair. After all, you informed me about the Other Shore Flower. How could I ignore it without being too indifferent?" Ye Xuan smiled slightly.

"Your kindness will be remembered by Fengdu. Now that Zhang Heng has retreated, he might stay calm for a while. However, if he is not eliminated, when the Other Shore Flower matures, he will surely be a formidable adversary." Fengdu’s eyes shifted, subtly implying intrigue in his words.

Hearing Fengdu’s words, Ye Xuan smiled slightly but did not reply. How could he not understand Fengdu’s intentions to provoke a life-and-death battle between him and Zhang Heng so he could regain control over the Five Ghost Regions?

"Fengdu, stop playing games in front of us. Daoist Qingming and I have our own decisions." Minghe Ancestor coldly chastised, causing Fengdu’s expression to change slightly. He forced a smile and quickly apologized.

"You may leave first. Daoist Qingming and I have important matters to discuss." Minghe Ancestor spoke coldly.

"I take my leave."

Emperor Fengdu forced an awkward smile, a trace of concealed anger and shame flashing in his eyes as he turned and left. It was clear that the two didn’t take him seriously, leaving him uncomfortable. Yet, without matching Ye Xuan’s and Minghe’s cultivation, he could only bear it.

"Hmph, Fengdu still wants to watch the tiger fight from the mountain. Doesn’t he know what kind of person he is?" Minghe Ancestor said coldly as he watched Emperor Fengdu leave.

"Just a clown. If he wasn’t of some use, I’d have killed him long ago." Ye Xuan replied calmly.

"Fengdu is cunning by nature. However, given his cultivation, he’s not worth much attention. But what he said is true; if Zhang Heng is not eliminated, he will be a formidable enemy for both of us." Minghe Ancestor frowned slightly.

"A formidable enemy?"

Ye Xuan laughed — his smile was wicked, as if he had just heard a joke.

"Hmm?"

Seeing the smile on Ye Xuan’s face, Minghe Ancestor was initially taken aback, then quickly realized something.

"Indeed, indeed, you were only using the Buddhist Sect’s Divine Skills earlier. You probably haven’t shown your true cultivation. How could I have forgotten that?" Minghe Ancestor slapped his forehead, finally realizing who was standing before him.

Zhang Heng, with that mysterious Small Cauldron in hand, was indeed formidable, but who was Ye Xuan?

He was the ruler of the Heavenly Court, famously known as Heavenly Emperor Ye. In the past, he had trampled two Great Demon Emperors underfoot and escaped from the Western Two Saints. How could a mere Zhang Heng be a match for Ye Xuan?

"Wait here. I’ll be back shortly."

Ye Xuan smiled slightly, took a step forward, and disappeared. Minghe Ancestor responded with a sinister smile, knowing Ye Xuan was surely going after Zhang Heng, whose fate was bound to be miserable.

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The boundless heavens, darting through the void, Zhang Heng sat cross-legged in a black Jade Chariot. Three Ghost Emperors accompanied him on either side, while nine Yin Dragons pulled the black Jade Chariot, rumbling through the heavenly vault.

"Your Majesty, that Qingming was able to match you; he is certainly going to become a formidable enemy. When the Other Shore Flower blooms, he will surely aim to seize it," the Southern Ghost Emperor sighed softly.

"Indeed, Your Majesty, his cultivation is unfathomable, and with Minghe Ancestor by his side, if they joined forces, we would be drawn into a tough battle," the Western Ghost Emperor said with concern.

"This Qingming Buddha is unheard of, as if he suddenly appeared. Let me investigate his background and see what kind of root this person has," Eastern Ghost Emperor Shen Tu said coldly.

"Hmph!"

Inside the black Jade Chariot, Zhang Heng gently caressed the Small Cauldron in his hands, a cruel smirk outlining his lips, "That Qingming is indeed formidable, but today, I haven’t fully displayed the power of this treasure. My real concerns are Meng Po and King Zhuanlun; they are my true adversaries."

Upon hearing Zhang Heng’s words, the three Ghost Emperors hurriedly bowed, saying, "With this treasure in Your Majesty’s hands, even if Meng Po and King Zhuanlun appear, they will surely not be Your Majesty’s match."

The saying goes, "Flattery always works," and Zhang Heng smiled somewhat smugly, "However, you are right; Qingming is indeed tricky. But he’s still not in my sight; if he truly dares to oppose me, he is doomed to perish at the hands of my treasure."

Buzz!

Suddenly, a mighty gale of Heaven and Earth blew. The clouds above Yuntian darkened abruptly, intersecting mysterious array patterns across the eight directions of Heaven and Earth. Within the unending sinister clouds, eerie black thunderbolts flickered ominously.

"Hmm?"

Such a sudden situation startled Zhang Heng and the three Ghost Emperors, causing the nine Yin Dragons to freeze in place, continuously letting out mournful cries as if something extremely terrifying lay ahead, making them afraid to advance.

"How dare you! Who dares to play tricks in front of me?" Zhang Heng stood abruptly, looking ahead to see a shadowy figure blocking his path.

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