Chapter 82: Quite a Coincidence

The situation has already surpassed his control; his spiritual sense spread over a radius of a hundred li, yet he still couldn't detect any aura, and he wondered which link had gone wrong.

The subordinate beside him saw Ye Han's face alternating between green and white, also noticed something was wrong, and immediately grew fearful: "Young Master, could something have happened over at Nameless Mountain?"

"Otherwise, why hasn't the soul cultivator we're in contact with shown any movement for so long?"

"What should we do now? If we don't retreat soon, it'll really be too late."

"No way, how could this be, how could it turn out like this?" Ye Han kept shaking his head.

Bang bang bang!

His heart pounded violently.

Ye Han gripped his natal magic weapon tightly, gazing at the cultivators battling far off—sword lights and blade shadows—watching as Su Changfeng, spear in hand, suppressed hundreds of disciples at the forefront.

Despite the formation's suppression, Su Changfeng's strength was still above Martial Ancestor; his spear technique was like a startled dragon, graceful as a startled swan.

One cultivator after another fell beneath his spear.

No,

still cannot give up.

Wait a moment.

The final ten breaths.

But after those ten breaths pass,

the Ye Clan disciples of Nameless Mountain still haven't arrived.

"Young Master, we can't keep waiting; judging by the situation, reinforcements might not come."

"Su Changfeng, even under the formation's pressure, he remains unstoppable; having broken through successive formations, he's about to reach us. Our thousand cultivators have suffered heavy casualties and may not be able to hold."

"We could capture Su Changfeng alive—are we really just going to let him go?"

"..."

Ye Han's eyes turned red with rage, nearly going berserk.

He clenched his teeth, drew a few breaths of cool air, barely suppressing his resentment and unwillingness, then turned to the disciples beside him and said: "Immediately take all the spirit stones and withdraw at top speed."

"At this moment, we must not let Su Changfeng and the others get even a scrap of supplies."

"All spirit stone resources are to be taken; whatever cannot be taken must be destroyed on the spot."

"Withdraw from the battlefield immediately."

"These bastards—what are they even doing? They were almost able to capture Su Changfeng and wipe out this group of human rebels in one sweep, yet they keep delaying the battle, refusing to come."

Ye Han was so angry he nearly went mad, cursing nonstop.

He turned,

He glared resentfully at Su Changfeng not far away, then retreated toward Nameless Mountain at top speed.

The east city gate is linked to a spatial teleportation array; Ye Han worried that Su Changfeng might use the array to leave and head to the nearest prefecture for supplies.

Not only did he take all the spirit stones, he also destroyed the spatial teleportation array.

Ye Han flew on his sword, glancing unwillingly at the east city occupied by Su Changfeng, his heart near breaking, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins: "Damn it, wait for me, Young Master!"

"Head straight to Nameless Mountain—I want to see what those Ye Clan kids are up to."

"Wait? Seems like there's some movement."

Ye Han's steps faltered, his face grew solemn.

At the same time.

A hundred zhang away.

Su Chen and the others, piloting their flying vessel, also halted their flight.

"Who is that? A spirit vessel?! Whoever is piloting that spirit vessel, get out here!"

Ye Han sensed dozens of auras on the spirit vessel.

He immediately unleashed his natal flying sword.

Indeed,

On a flying vessel large enough to hold hundreds, a dozen or so figures stood there, robes fluttering, standing tall against the wind.

The person piloting the spirit vessel at the front was extremely young; after seeing that face…

Ye Han's pupils contracted sharply.

First surprised, then he became excited: "Su Chen? Is that you!"

The two characters "Su Chen" landed,

and the cultivators beside him immediately took out their spirit treasures, gathering spiritual power to aim at Su Chen and the others as fast as possible.

Hahaha!

Indeed, heaven has a path you refuse to take, hell has no gate you break into—hahaha, I never expected to run into you here, Young Sect Master Su!

Ye Han was nearly ecstatic, thinking he'd lost the chance to interrogate Su Changfeng about Su Chen's whereabouts and missed a great opportunity.

For one must know that the inheritance of talisman, alchemy, artifact, and formation—encompassing all—cannot be matched even by a Martial Emperor's inheritance.

Yet it was precisely when he felt hopeless, believing he'd lost the inheritance, that Su Chen appeared—and he himself ran into him!

The supreme inheritance lay before him, the lost Talisman Way right before his eyes—how could Ye Han not be excited, how could his heart not be moved?

His facial muscles trembled with excitement, his eyes blazing like a hunter locked on prey; unable to suppress a triumphant grin, he sneered: "Su Chen! You really proved the saying, 'a loss may be a gain'!"

"If you'd arrived a moment earlier, I wouldn't have known you'd reached Cloud Sea City."

"But you chose to show up at this moment and run into me—hahaha… good! Will you voluntarily hand over the inheritance, or shall I cripple your cultivation, break your limbs, make you suffer fleshly torment, and only then will you obey?"

"Capture Su Chen alive!"

A flash of malice crossed Ye Han's eyes.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of disciples surged forward.

However,

Su Chen and the others, however, stood in place, not gathering spiritual power, nor releasing their natal magic weapons.

No trace of fear showed on his face; the news transmitted from that jade slip of Young Master Ye Xuan in his mind surfaced again.

He saw……

Seeing Su Chen's expressionless hand seal, at the moment Ye Han's expression began to look off.

He summoned a heavenly thunder.

Boom—boom—boom—

Hiss—hiss—hiss—

Ugh—ah—ah—ah!!

Right in front of Ye Han.

He personally saw his more than ten subordinates struck by several silver ribbons, reduced to flying ash.

As if they had never appeared.

In just a few breaths.

Tribulation clouds blanketed the heavens above; only a few scattered people remained beside him.

Heavenly thunder drew forth earth fire.

The few corpses that weren't turned to ash had a spark ignite on them, puffing and then gradually becoming flames.

"You!!" Ye Han's heart felt as if gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, his eyes bulging.

In disbelief, he watched his subordinates being cremated.

At this moment his brain crashed.

"How could this be……how could this be……"

"Talisman Dao inheritance, I once saw a talisman master; talisman paper doesn't have this kind of power! Fake! Definitely fake!"

Ye Han's mouth twitched, he shook his head wildly, refusing to believe what was happening before his eyes.

Until Su Chen stepped forward to stand before him.

"Seal!" a thunderfire talisman precisely stuck to his forehead.

Boom—boom—boom—

Ah—ah!!

A mournful howl burst from Ye Han's mouth: "Su Chen……you……what demonic art did you use on me?!"

A bolt of heavenly thunder rolled down.

A numb sensation spread through his body; in an instant he lost consciousness, his hair stood on end, electric arcs lingered on his skin.

Su Chen smiled.

He stepped on Ye Han's face, mangled by heavenly thunder, exposing stark white bones, his gaze like a blade holding that face that had nearly driven his own father to desperation, and he coldly said: "Ye Han?"