Old Hai Wei originally thought that Ye Ling had a sudden attack of conscience and was immediately reminded of the spirit of Western swordsmen.
Honor, chivalry, a fight ended with one's own or the opponent's name being acknowledged, even in death, it was the highest of glories.
Ye Ling nodded, his expression grave. Across from him, old Hai Wei took a deep breath, and the longsword he held aloft suddenly burst forth with a dazzling Sword Qi, that howled through heaven and earth.
"Ah! Come on, let's fight, Huaxia lad, let's have an honest battle!"
With those words, Ye Ling's face took on a tragic look as he gazed at old Hai Wei, thinking to himself, this old guy is really missing a few screws.
With a crack, Ye Ling quickly covered his ears, as a huge thunderbolt struck right on his head, only to be absorbed by his formidable physique.
On the other hand, old Hai Wei, sword held high, was still shrouded in crackling lightning, flickering incessantly like little tadpoles.
Pfft, Hai Wei's body shuddered, he spat out a mouthful of white smoke, his eyes went wide, and the hand holding the sword was completely charred, lifeless.
"That thing, it's not my fault, you see. You must have forgotten; metal conducts electricity. You dared to stand under a heavenly tribulation waving your sword around, you really must be tired of living."
Ye Ling quickly waved his hands, trying to explain to old Hai Wei, it wasn't my doing at all, it was your own fault.
Old Hai Wei's eyes were brimming with tears. For so many years, he had traversed the world, revered by thousands, a powerful figure in the Divines Hall, surrounded by admirers wherever he went.
Furthermore, he was a mighty warrior at the Divine Infant Realm, perhaps just one step away from becoming a Divine Spirit.
But today, his noble status was made a mockery of by Ye Ling, leaving not a shred of it intact, filling his chest with seething anger.
Rationality?
To hell with that, damn it. Whether you get eaten by a dog, or you get lost on your own, the current old Hai Wei didn't need such a thing at all.
"Huaxia lad, I'm gonna stab you dead, I'll kill you, we are sworn enemies!"
"Come over here, if I make amends with you, then I'm your son. Come here, come on!"
"Let me go, get this damn ring off me, I beg you!"
The raging Hai Wei eventually broke down, his sharp spirit gone, and even if he managed to return alive today, he'd be finished.
Ye Ling looked at old Hai Wei and nodded helplessly: "Is that so? Well, alright, I'll let you go."
With that said, Ye Ling flicked his finger, and the golden light around old Hai Wei vanished in an instant, and the terrifying Binding force was completely gone.
Old Hai Wei was stunned; he truly didn't expect Ye Ling to let him go so readily. If the roles were reversed, he would've slaughtered Ye Ling by now.
"You really let me go? For real?"
Old Hai Wei wore a look of confusion. This didn't make any sense, it was too unrealistic, and there definitely had to be a catch.
From a distance, Prince Jin, Clan Elder, and Ao Hongchen were flabbergasted. Was this a fight?
It was clearly like a cat playing with a mouse, a formidable warrior in the Divine Infant Middle Stage almost being driven mad by Ye Ling.
"Er, big brother, has Ye Ling always been like this?"
Unable to help himself, Prince Jin asked, and Ao Hongchen mechanically nodded: "Seems like it. And that dragon beside him, as well as the Chaos Divine Beast, they're all the same damn way."
Thump, Prince Jin fell to the ground. What did you say! There's also a Chaos Divine Beast?
"Alright, even though I have no idea what a Chaos Divine Beast is, just the name alone sounds like a really awesome Spirit Beast, okay."
"It's an absolutely heaven-sent spirit companion. Otherwise, how could an ordinary kid like him achieve such a high level of cultivation, and be surrounded by not one, but two mighty Spirit Beasts?"
"Er... Brother, does Ye Ling have a wife? I mean, how many? I also have a foster daughter, she's eighteen and unsullied by the mundane world."
Without missing a beat, Prince Jin immediately resorted to the same tactics his ancestors had deployed centuries ago to maintain peace within the borders, proposing a marital alliance.
However, Ao Hongchen just waved his hand dismissively, "You can forget about it, don't even think about it. He has more than a dozen wives, and who knows how many more he has hidden away with assumed names."
With a thud, Prince Jin felt as if he was running out of oxygen. Suddenly, his eyes widened, he trembled as he pointed to the sky, his mouth open but unable to speak.
In the sky, the previously dark thunderclouds had, without any warning, turned a deep red—a chilling sanguine that carried an aura of terrifying bloodlust.
This aura enveloped the entire world, causing everyone to feel a chill in their limbs, followed by a suffocating tightness in their chests.
This was Ye Ling's seventh heavenly tribulation. From now on, his tribulation truly began, no longer could he nonchalantly dismiss it with a flick of his hand as he had done before.
Old Hai Wei, still looking puzzled, pressed on with his questions—he couldn't believe it. How on earth could this despicable fellow just let him go?
Could it be that he had poisoned him? Perhaps letting him go was just bait, and even more ruthless tactics were yet to come?
"Kid, I don't know what trick you're playing, releasing me. By all accounts, I should thank you, but we are mortal enemies."
"So, sorry about this!"
"In a breath, exterminate three thousand enemies, traverse the world in divine motion."
Old Hai Wei called out coldly, his body slowly hovering in mid-air, and with a fierce wave of his longsword, a colossal phantom appeared in the sky.
The phantom was immense, exuding a terrible divine might, as brilliant, multicolored divine light burst forth, filling the world. This phantom represented the divine, the faith in the divine.
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Carrying an awe-inspiring presence, embodying nobility and dignity, the figure stood majestic, seeming to cause the very heavens and earth to quiver with its breath. This divine skill was terrifyingly powerful.
Humming, Old Hai Wei slowly raised his hand, his eyes filled with intense murderous intent. With this sword strike, he aimed to completely annihilate his opponent, leaving no room for retreat.
"Are you dumb or what? Waving a sword around, invoking 'divine motion' of all things?"
"This is my heavenly tribulation. Even those in the Divine Infant Realm have to face it, and here you are conjuring up a divine being?"
Ye Ling shook his head in frustration at Old Hai Wei across from him, this idiot. He actually did release him, genuinely so, merely wanting to gauge his own strength after surviving the tribulation.
But no, there Old Hai Wei went, rambling on and now even summoning a divine being into the mix.
Old Hai Wei was taken aback, grunted affirmatively, and then looked up, his eyes bulging and filling with bloodshot terror.
"Oh my god!"
With a crack, the blood-tinged thundercloud suddenly unleashed a scarlet lightning bolt as crimson as blood, instantly striking the phantom in the sky.
Boom!
The phantom shattered in an instant, and Ye Ling let out a fierce shout, his fist clenched, hair wildly flying as he charged towards the descending heavenly tribulation, fighting it madly.
Meanwhile, Old Hai Wei, struck by horror, seemed incredibly insignificant on the side.