Chapter 3754: King of Ten Thousand Weapons

Once a Yin Soul gains a Physical Body, its attack power surges dramatically; if those skeletal remains aren't completely shattered, the Yin Souls won't be forced out, remaining an unkillable existence!

Ye Liuyun finished speaking, and the Demon Slaying Sword was summoned back into his hand.

The two swords in his hand—the Demon Slaying Sword and the Heaven Devourer—both shimmered with blue‑white flames, exactly like the Clone Puppet. As long as they cut the skeletal remains, the Nether Ghost Fire will likewise scorch the Yin Soul.

At this moment, the Sealing Demon Tablet was also summoned by Ye Liuyun from the Sea of Consciousness.

Beneath this battlefield lie many corpses, and there are many Yin Souls as well. The Clone Puppet's Nether Ghost Fire is not strong enough; Ye Liuyun feared he couldn't hold back those Yin Souls for long, so he sent the Sealing Demon Tablet out to absorb some of them.

Otherwise, the Sealing Demon Tablet would consider the Yin Souls' power too weak and wouldn't voluntarily join the fight.

When the Sealing Demon Tablet appeared, it rushed straight to the skeletal remains behind it. To it, they are all Yin Souls, but to Ye Liuyun and his companions, these Yin Souls with skeletal bodies pose a greater threat.

As more skeletal remains surged up from underground, it seemed they would soon form a skeleton army. The Wàn Xīnghǎi people watching the scene couldn't help feeling nervous.

Each skeleton is animated by a Yin Soul acting as its eyes—dark, emitting a grim chill. Between the bones, black Yin Souls connect, with occasional exposed sections.

Some skeletons wield broken weapons, others simply brandish a beast‑leg bone club as they charge. Especially, some skeletons are missing arms or legs, making them even more terrifying.

"Kill them, they're not strong!"

Ye Liuyun encouraged everyone with a shout and cleared the way ahead.

Lei Ming, Long Nv, and the others immediately followed; they were already accustomed to carrying out Ye Liuyun's orders. Having combat experience in the army, an enemy of this size is a minor skirmish for them.

"Only the few of us still charge forward?" Jīn Biāo grimaced. Opposite them was a dense, massive skeleton army.

But seeing that the two women, Long Nv and Lei Ming, dared to charge, the three of them gritted their teeth and followed.

"Don't look down on us women again!" Xiāo Qíng seized the chance to lecture them.

"They're all from our Dragon Clan!" Wàn Xīnghǎi replied proudly.

However, the three of them had no means to deal with Yin Souls; now they could only use protective talismans against Yin Soul attacks while helping to shatter the skeletal remains, merely holding on by force.

Moreover, their talismans, weapons, and armor were of low grade, so Ye Liuyun tried to shield them as much as possible.

The skeletal remains and Yin Souls emerging from underground now seemed endless.

Ye Liuyun focused on slaying enemies ahead; the more he killed, the stronger his sword intent became, causing Xiāo Qíng behind him to forget to fight and rely on Jīn Biāo and Wàn Xīnghǎi for protection.

Soon, sword intent swirled around Ye Liuyun, interlaced with blue‑white flames, cleaving and incinerating any approaching skeletal remains, weapons, and Yin Souls.

Then the shocking scene reappeared.

The Demon Slaying Sword emitted a hum and shot upward.

This had happened twice before, but then all the swords flew together into the sky, indicating submission.

This time, it wasn't just the sword. A more powerful sword intent radiated outward, causing all weapons to tremble. First the swords, then other weapons, swirled around the Demon Slaying Sword, as if welcoming a king.

Even Xiāo Qíng's Dragon‑Slaying Blade and Jīn Biāo's black iron staff were drawn in. Though they gave their all, they couldn't grasp them.

Xiāo Qíng was too shocked to speak, while Jīn Biāo still tried to fly up to reclaim his black iron staff, but Wàn Xīnghǎi stopped him.

"Hold on, it's not just your weapon; everyone else's is the same."

Only then did Jīn Biāo notice that the others' weapons were also being drawn in.

This spectacular sight left the attacking skeletal remains and Yin Souls opposite them equally stunned, staring at the sky unsure of what would happen.

Accompanied by the Demon Slaying Sword slowly rising, all weapons rotated to stand behind it, awaiting orders; then as the Demon Slaying Sword swung downward, all weapons followed, whistling toward

The scene resembled a King of Weapons commanding his troops to charge.

The Sealing Demon Tablet, which had been there, rose early to avoid those weapons.

Then a series of booming explosions rang in everyone's ears, dust rose from the ground, and smoke billowed.

Ye Liuyun and the others knew to shield their bodies with Divine Core, while Wàn Xīnghǎi and his companions were still immersed in the miracle, not yet reacting.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Only when the three were choked by the dust did they remember to use True Essence for protection.

Before the dust cleared, the owners' weapons all flew back into their hands.

But once the dust dispersed, everyone was stunned again.

All weapons that housed spirit cores were neatly lined up before them, as if awaiting inspection. Moreover, the ferocity and killing intent they had emitted had completely vanished.

"Let's collect the weapons first; they won't attack us again." Ye Liuyun, as if nothing had happened, walked into the "formation" of these weapons, beginning to select good, undamaged ones to store in the Storage Ring.

Lei Ming and the others let out a cheer and followed to pick weapons.

"Why are you standing still? Don't you want them?" Lei Ming called out.

"What about our share?"

"What technique is this?"

"Is this sword intent?"

Wàn Xīnghǎi, Jīn Biāo, and Xiāo Qíng couldn't help but ask.

"Those who see get a share! These weapons aren't of high grade, taking them back to exchange for resources is also good!" Ye Liuyun replied.

He then casually selected a few weapons and explained to them.

"This is neither a technique nor purely sword intent. It's the harmony between artistic conception and weapon that produces this effect. The sword is, after all, the King of Ten Thousand Weapons, so it more readily triggers such a result."

Xiāo Qíng stood stunned, looked at her own blade, sensed her sword intent, and ultimately shook her head. She felt that with her sword intent and blade, this effect was certainly unattainable.

She had personally felt Ye Liuyun's domineering sword intent; even a few casual swings from him left her unable to clench her teeth, let alone raise her sword in defense.

During Ye Liuyun's recent battle, the sword intent around him was already as tangible, unquestionably far stronger than when he sparred with her.

"Are you truly at the Taixu Seventh Realm?" Xiāo Qíng suddenly asked Ye Liuyun, wondering if he, like the Clone Puppet, also concealed his realm.

Ye Liuyun understood her meaning and laughed, "It's interchangeable. Sword intent has little to do with one's realm!"

"Then how can one cultivate such strong sword intent?" Xiāo Qíng asked the question she most wanted to know.

"Fight more, comprehend more!" Ye Liuyun blurted, then added, "And a bit of luck!"

He didn't say "qi yun"; he thought that phrasing was too formal. Saying "luck" is easier to understand. Recently the encoding has been messed up, giving us more motivation, faster updates; please click a little to exit reading mode. Thank you.