Chapter 415

"04.24, practicing the sword with Master; the warmest place in the world is the training ground at Master's house."

"04.25, Master took me to town to buy a sword scabbard; someone was setting off fireworks there."

"04.26, Master took me to a very dangerous Realm to train; it was full of hideous and ferocious demon beasts, but with Master there, it wasn't scary."

"Master is the best."

Watching his master Ban Muming completely burn out his life force and charge toward Ye Lin regardless of everything, Zhibin Yingdou let out a hysterical roar.

"Master, don't!"

In the entire city behind them, everyone shed tears; some of the more sensitive ones couldn't bear to look at this cruel scene anymore and had already turned their heads away.

It was unknown who took the lead, but with a thud, they knelt on the ground.

"Respectfully send off the Left-Handed Sword Saint!"

Like pushing over dominoes, the crowd knelt on the ground one after another.

"Respectfully send off the Left-Handed Sword Saint!"

The roar of grief and indignation resounded through the clouds, deafening!

That one-armed figure holding a sword was now deeply carved into the heart of every Sang Country person present!

"Go for it! Big Brother Sword Saint! You must win!"

Some children were infected by the passion and shouted out loud.

Ban Muming did not speak, only calmly raised his sword; his life force could only support him for one more strike.

But he was confident that this strike would be the strongest strike he had ever swung in his life!

This strike could slay the Lie Yang!

Even if the one standing before him at this moment was a Lie Yang Realm expert, Ban Muming was certain he could kill him with one strike.

As the longsword pointed to the sky, pink cherry blossoms slowly drifted down from the sky at this moment, as if seeing this peerless swordsman off.

"Sword Peak: Cherry Dance!"

Ban Muming's only remaining arm swung down; at this moment, every sword in the entire Sang Country let out a sword hum in unison!

Wherever the sword edge passed, the void space was sliced open by the sword intent, revealing a pitch-black, boundless void.

The brilliant sword radiance ignited the courage in the hearts of all the Sang Country people.

Wherever the sword tip passed, even time stood still; Ye Lin's figure appeared very small under the reflection of this strike.

This strike was unstoppable! If a god blocks, kill the god! If a Buddha blocks, kill the Buddha!

Just when the Sang Country crowd thought Ye Lin was just waiting to be captured and slaughtered by this strike, Ye Lin raised his hand.

"Forbidden Curse: Wall of Sighs!"

A black wall rose from the ground, blocking the space between him and Ban Muming.

"He actually wants to use a broken wall to block our Great Sang Empire's invincible Sword Saint Lord? It seems this You Daxia person is truly at his wit's end, driven to a dead end!"

"Hahahaha! The Sword Saint Lord's strike can even cut down the stars in the sky and tear the earth apart; how could it be something he can block?"

"Die! Stupid You Daxia person! You are not worthy of living in this world!"

Seeing this, the Sang Country people present instantly became excited, and some even let out mocking sneers.

Ban Muming's momentum did not diminish, his eyes firm.

Boom—!!!

The moment the sword intent collided with the wall, an astonishingly powerful energy fluctuation erupted, as if a star had fallen here, and the earth beneath their feet couldn't stop trembling at this moment.

Gravel splashed, smoke and dust rolled, blotting out the sky and sun; no one could see clearly what exactly happened at the center of the explosion.

When the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, a corner of the wall appeared before everyone's eyes first.

Everyone was stunned.

Until the smoke and dust completely cleared, everyone saw clearly that the wall, after hard-carrying the full-force strike of Ban Muming who had burned out his life force, actually didn't have the slightest damage!

Ban Muming's strike, which poured out everything, couldn't even leave a white mark on that wall!

Thud!

Ban Muming knelt on the ground.

With a crisp clatter, the sword in his hand was also released by him, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.

This Sword Saint, who had always taught his disciple never to let go of his longsword, let go of the longsword that was willing to die with him at the very last moment of his life.

"How is this possible... how could such a powerful enemy be defeated..."

Ban Muming's pupils lost their focus, his lips mumbling, the expression on his face incomparably pale.

Behind him, the Sang Country people who had been clamoring earlier also fell into silence.

The massive city was now without even the slightest sound.

Everyone stared blankly at the giant wall; they had fallen completely into despair.

Suddenly, a head poked out from the side of the giant wall.

"You made it so intense, I thought you had become the protagonist."

Ye Lin walked out slowly from behind the Wall of Sighs; Ban Muming was too confident, making him feel a bit unconfident himself.

"Do you think this is filming a movie? Are you making a triumphant return?"

Ye Lin stepped forward and pressed down on the Sword Saint's head; this old guy's aura was too strong, it had even startled him.

"I... I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."

Ban Muming mumbled with his lips, the muscles on his face trembling uncontrollably.

His full-force strike, burning his life force, couldn't even cause the slightest damage to the opponent.

This huge sense of disparity had already caused him to completely lose the courage to fight.

The Left-Handed Sword Saint still had his left hand, but he could no longer pick up a sword.

"It's fine, it's fine. I'm not a vengeful person. How about this: my flag is missing a main soul; come be my main soul. That way, you won't have to die."

Ye Lin took out the Human Emperor Flag; the main soul inside the Human Emperor Flag must be a soul that enters it voluntarily.

Because only a soul that voluntarily enters the Human Emperor Flag can retain a portion of its consciousness to command other souls.

In his Human Emperor Flag, there were over 800,000 souls, yet not even a single main soul; having soldiers without a general was not a good thing.

And he had never seen anyone go to war without a single general, just sending a bunch of soldiers running out in a chaotic mess.

With a main soul, the combat power of the army of souls inside the Human Emperor Flag could be significantly increased.

"Don't have to die?"

A bright light suddenly erupted in the depths of Ban Muming's eyes.

His life force had already burned out, his body was at the end of its rope, and the only ending awaiting him was death.

But now, Ye Lin, who had easily defeated him, was telling him that he didn't have to die!

"Lord, I am willing! I am willing to enter the flag! Being able to share your worries is my honor!"

Ban Muming was now like an obedient pug, nodding repeatedly; in his eyes, Ye Lin was already a powerful existence that was impossible to defeat.

"Then come."

Ye Lin unfurled the Human Emperor Flag, and Ban Muming entered it impatiently.

A moment later, Ban Muming, whose body appeared semi-transparent, appeared before Ye Lin's eyes; compared to the rigid and dull souls, Ban Muming was clearly much more agile.

"Greetings, Master!"

Ban Muming lowered his head toward Ye Lin.

Ye Lin looked calmly at the Left-Handed Sword Saint who had just been fighting him to the death, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Knowing small courtesies but lacking great righteousness, clinging to small details but lacking great virtue, valuing trivialities while ignoring shame, fearing power but not cherishing virtue; if strong, they are surely bandits, if weak, they are surely servile."

"The ancestors' evaluation of the Sang Country people is truly not wrong at all."