Chapter 33: The Battle of Beihai (Part 2)

  Ye Qing struck and killed the elder. The entire process was done without any hesitation, immediately after their conversation ended. Indeed, his killing was swift and decisive. If he hadn't noticed in time, the elder would have been killed by now. Thinking of this, Long Ba finally broke out in a cold sweat.

  Yeqing's body suddenly disappeared thousands of miles away, and Longba's pupils shrank instantly. What a fast speed.

  "Bang, bang" two consecutive impact sounds came. Ye Qing's body appeared when he was already a thousand meters away from Long Bao.

  Long Bao held a golden long knife, his dragon robe was completely shattered, and he wore a suit of golden armor that shone brightly. His whole person was majestic and powerful, and his golden pupils seemed even more stern.

  Is there such a strong person? Long Ba took in a breath of cold air, and saw that on the chest of the golden armor, there was a deep gash. This was the result of Ye Qing's casual slash with his knife, but it was blocked by Long Ba's horizontal slash, narrowly avoiding disaster. The second strike landed on Long Ba's neck, also leaving a shallow knife mark. This time, Ye Qing's attack was again met with Long Ba's desperate defense, barely dodging the blow. If he hadn't placed the knife horizontally across his neck, his head would have been severed by now.

  "Xiantian Lingbao" Ye Qing said faintly, not far away. Ye Qing's sword came out with two swords, both of which were blocked by the golden long knife. Being able to block the knife energy from his own quasi-saint cultivation was undoubtedly Xiantian Lingbao.

  "This is Ye Qing's second knife energy release, each containing five layers of energy, how can it be so easily blocked?"

  Long Ba stood in awe, a thousand meters away, the pre-heavenly spiritual treasure in his hand had been slashed with a deep mark from the middle, as if it had been chopped off from the center.

  Unexpectedly, the Overlord Dragon Sword saved me once again. I looked at the long sword in my hand and remained silent. This Overlord Dragon Sword is a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, but more importantly, it's the congenital spiritual treasure of the Dragon Overlord. Although since my cultivation reached the quasi-saint 12th heaven, I could exchange it for a better innate spiritual treasure, I couldn't bear to part with it. This long sword has followed me for who knows how many years, and as our dragon clan expanded, it's unknown how many gods were killed under its blade. Unexpectedly, today it was broken by just two swords.

  "Oh, I didn't think you could block my attack. Why aren't you making a move now? Didn't you just ask me to surrender to your dragon clan?" Ye Qing stopped in her tracks, looking at Long Bao and the others with a hint of a smile.

  "Hmph, Ye Qing, even if you're powerful, what can you do? Today, we have over a dozen quasi-saints above the 11th heaven here. Can you handle them?" Long Ba's eyes widened in anger as he gazed at his half-spiritual treasure being destroyed, and Ye Qing's mockery only added fuel to the fire.

  "Is that so?" Ye Qing sneered and said in a cold voice, "Even if you're not just a few quasi-Saints above the eleventh heaven, even if you're all at the twelfth heaven realm, what's the difference? I only know today is your unlucky day, prepare to meet your end."

  "Alright everyone, let's stop this meaningless argument. He is just trying to shake our confidence. Today it's either him or us, there is only one choice." At that moment, a calm elder said, and immediately guessed Ye Qing's ultimate goal, he was not blinded by anything.

  Long Ba and the dozen or so elders listened, their hearts slowly calming down, no longer engaging in verbal disputes. However, after thinking for a moment, relying on their dozen or so quasi-saints of the eleventh heaven, even one twelfth-heaven high-hand might not necessarily have no hope of victory, it's just that they were initially deprived of their morale by Ye Qing.

  Ye Qing was astonished that the elder had detected his intentions so quickly, but seeing Long Ba and the others' expressions, Ye Qing also knew that he had wasted his effort. Indeed, this was a top-notch elder of the Dragon Clan, who had reacted so swiftly. However, Ye Qing didn't mind; even if he failed, what's the big deal? He just wanted to see how these Dragon Clan elders would react. Even if he failed, Ye Qing wouldn't be bothered - with his current cultivation level, a dozen or so Quasi-Saint realm Dragon Clan elders were simply delivering food to him, nothing more.

  Long Ba and his men knew that with their own abilities, they would definitely be no match for him, so now was not the time to take advantage of being outnumbered.

  "Up!" Long Bao let out a loud roar, his hands clasped together in front of him. A golden-yellow aura condensed on his chest, as an overwhelming and violent power burst forth from his body. The primordial spiritual energy within the vast expanse of the Desolate Lands was drawn towards Long Bao, and the rolling heavenly and earthly spiritual energy was absorbed by the aura on his chest. The terrestrial spiritual energy beneath the earth burst forth, and the destructive energy between heaven and earth swirled around him. The auras of the dragon tribe's elders merged into one, forming a massive wave-like aura that towered hundreds of feet high. Within this aura, thick golden-yellow dragons darted back and forth amidst the extremely condensed aura clusters.

  The dragon elders were well aware that it was no longer suitable to reserve their strength at this time, and of course, Long Ba's own strength was not spared either. More than a dozen elders formed a square, surrounding Ye Qing tightly, with strong power gathering in their hands, and more than a dozen golden light pillars flashing, completely sealing off Ye Qing's escape route.

  Phoenix Dance watched the center of the energy explosion with a worried gaze, her eyes filled with anxiety. Her hands had unknowingly clenched into fists, turning white. In her mind, she thought that if Young Master were to get hurt, what would she do?! Thinking this, Phoenix Dance's face turned even paler, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead, clearly shocked by her own thoughts. Phoenix Dance's hands grasped the hem of her clothes, her eyes dazedly staring at the spot where Ye Qing had disappeared. In her heart, she hoped that Ye Qing was safe.

  The golden giant dragon struck Ye Qing in an instant, and the violent energy gradually spread out. The dragon clan people carefully observed the situation inside, they were very sure that their attack would not kill Ye Qing, but getting injured was certain. However, when the energy dissipated, Ye Qing appeared at the original place without even a single hair being harmed. Long Bao and others were shocked to the point where they forgot to attack, staring foolishly as if nothing had happened. This was their full-strength attack, yet it had no effect whatsoever.

  Seeing Ye Qing was fine, Feng Wu's heart was filled with joy. Ye Qing was now her only reliance, and if she lost him, she didn't know what to do.

  Ye Qing had reached the eighth heavy realm of Jie Mo Dao, and his physical body had also reached the quasi-saint realm through the tempering of Jie Mo Dao. In other words, Ye Qing could already contend with strong quasi-saints relying solely on his physical strength. Of course, if he added the power of the knife yuan, except for a few people who could contend with him, no one was stronger than him. Therefore, the attacks launched by Long Ba and more than a dozen dragon tribe elders were nothing to Ye Qing now.

  "Since you won't attack, I'll take it." Ye Qing said coldly.

  Ye Qing slightly raised an eyebrow, a sense of calmness in his heart. Then, with a gentle flick of his right hand, the Heaven-Cleaving Blade appeared for the first time in the vast expanse. The blade in his right hand moved through the air several times, its tip extending out dozens of meters long, leaving behind a trail of torn air.

  The Heaven-Cleaving Blade sliced through the void, leaving behind a mysterious and unparalleled mark. In the vast sky above, a deafening thunderclap resounded, as if in response to that single stroke. The winds howled and dark clouds gathered from all directions, accompanied by thick, purple lightning bolts. Under the illumination of the lightning, the Heaven-Cleaving Blade refracted a cold, eerie glow within the darkness. Amidst the countless flashes of silver lightning, the blade seemed to vanish into thin air with just a slight flicker.

  Boom!

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