Inside Ancient Sword Gorge, surging sword light flickered without cease.
Heng Xuanzhen had no intention of hiding.
In her view, no matter who won this battle, she would die either way.
And judging by the situation on the field, Wei Tongbei’s odds were higher.
Rather than be humiliated to death by this senior brother when it ended, it would be cleaner to die early under the blade.
Seeing a streak of sword light racing in from afar, Heng Xuanzhen gave up resisting and prepared to meet death.
But in the next second, someone yanked her aside.
She turned—and the one pulling her was the yokai god, Ye Yu.
That surprised her. “Why save me?” she asked, genuinely puzzled.
As she spoke, she instinctively tried to back away—
—but a boulder was right behind her; there was nowhere to retreat.
The small motion made Ye Yu frown slightly.
Seriously? You think I’m here to take advantage of you at a time like this?
What a turnoff.
Of course, he kept the snark to himself; this was no time for nonsense.
He asked, very seriously, “If your injuries recover, can you defeat your senior brother Wei Tongbei?”
Heng Xuanzhen didn’t answer; confusion deepened in her eyes.
Clearly she couldn’t figure out why Ye Yu was asking that out of nowhere.
[thud]
A dull impact sounded.
That was Lyu Nian being cut down into the ground.
For someone at peak Heavenly God, lasting a dozen breaths in front of Wei Tongbei was already the limit of limits.
Losing now was inevitable.
Ye Yu could clearly feel that Lyu Nian had severed their link.
That meant he was dead beyond doubt.
Ye Yu’s heart jolted. “Can you, or not? Answer me!”
Heng Xuanzhen nodded on instinct.
The next instant, a pellet was forced between her lips.
The divine pill melted at once; a pure power burst through her body.
Her wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not far away, Wei Tongbei had been about to examine Lyu Nian’s corpse to figure out what had happened. Sensing the anomaly here, he didn’t dare be careless and sped toward them.
He knew very well that in a straight fight, even with his strength, he was no match for Heng Xuanzhen.
So for years he had been avoiding his junior sister’s pursuit.
When he later heard she was gravely injured, he came to eliminate the hidden threat once and for all.
He hadn’t expected her injuries to be recovering at high speed now.
Unacceptable.
He had to kill Heng Xuanzhen before she fully recovered, or everything would be for nothing.
Watching countless white sword lights rush in with Wei Tongbei, Ye Yu’s face tightened.
Shameless bastard.
When victory was in your grasp, you had to pull a sadistic stunt and make her kneel and beg.
Now that you see her healing fast, you panic and go all out.
What a double standard.
But Ye Yu had no intention of letting Wei Tongbei succeed so easily.
Right now, their only hope of turning the tables rested on Heng Xuanzhen.
He was going to gamble on her.
When he left the House of the Yokai God, Tao Hua’s investment in him wasn’t just the Grave of the Mighty map—it included some pills as support.
Like the Primordial Pill Heng Xuanzhen had just swallowed.
No matter how severe the injuries, once taken, it could restore the body to peak within five breaths.
In battle, a powerhouse medicine like this was practically unbeatable.
Imagine two evenly matched fighters, both badly wounded after a long clash.
Suddenly the other side pops a divine pill and returns to peak—tell me you wouldn’t panic.
“Five breaths. Do it.”
Ye Yu stepped in front of Heng Xuanzhen, formed a seal with both hands, and stared dead at Wei Tongbei.
The latter couldn’t help a cold laugh at the sight.
“Ant.”
At his thought, a colossal divine sword condensed, its tip leveled at Ye Yu.
[swish]
A tearing rush split the air.
The divine sword hurtled forward.
Ye Yu made no move to dodge.
In that split second, a Heavenly God clansman burst up from the ground and used his body to block the giant sword.
Confusion flashed in Wei Tongbei’s eyes.
That Heavenly God was an old uncle of Ancient Sword Gorge.
He had long since fallen—how was he suddenly revived to shield a yokai god like Ye Yu?
And he was wreathed in demonic energy, too.
So that meant the revival of Master Lyu Nian was also tied to Ye Yu!
This yokai god seemed to command a remarkable divine art.
Wei Tongbei’s eyes lit up at once.
He didn’t realize that this moment of distraction was his greatest opening.
Ye Yu didn’t hesitate—he unleashed the Shattered Sword Demon-Slaying Art.
A heartbeat later, with less than ten meters between them, Wei Tongbei sensed something wrong.
Why was the divine sword in his hand suddenly so hot?
He looked down—dazzling light erupted, flooding Ancient Sword Gorge as bright as day.
[boom]
A tremendous explosion roared.
Half the ruins of Ancient Sword Gorge were blasted into a vast crater.
The shockwave flung Ye Yu a thousand meters back.
He stabilized in a rush and stared ahead.
As the dust slowly thinned, a figure still stood.
Wei Tongbei.
Right now he was a wreck—hair wild, face like a fiend, his front soaked red with blood.
There was no doubt: when the divine sword shattered, it dealt him massive damage.
But Ye Yu wasn’t satisfied with that result.
He could tell Wei Tongbei’s divine sword was of extremely high grade.
The only reason it hadn’t blown the man to pieces outright was that Wei Tongbei reacted too fast.
At the last instant he produced a vessel-type divine artifact and absorbed most of the damage.
Otherwise, the Ancient Sword Gorge ruins would already be gone—
—and Wei Tongbei wouldn’t be standing here.
“Tsk, tsk... what a waste.”
“Brat, I really underestimated you. All these divine arts one after another—dizzying.”
“I don’t actually want to kill a talent like you.”
“How about becoming my sword soul?”
Wei Tongbei’s voice was gentle, but the killing intent in his eyes could no longer be held back.
