Chapter 230: The Grand Elder's Son

Boom!

Yang Kang unleashed the Profound Ice Seven Swords; as soon as the sword technique appeared, the winds and clouds shifted.

The biting sword qi was like a solidified ice dragon.

Carrying an earth-shattering, heaven-toppling momentum, it surged forward with the force of moving mountains and overturning seas.

The ice dragon raised its head and let out a long howl; cold light flickered between its scales, each like a sharp blade, slicing the surrounding air and emitting a piercing hiss.

In an instant.

Ye Xiaoliu was heavily struck by this unmatched force.

His whole body, like a kite with its string cut, flew backward uncontrollably.

His body traced a shocking arc in the air, making one's heart clench.

"Bang!"

Ye Xiaoliu slammed heavily into a towering tree.

This tree, so thick it took several people to encircle it, shook violently under Ye Xiaoliu's impact, emitting a strained 'creak'.

Immediately after,

A deafening 'crack' rang out as the tree snapped in the middle, throwing up a cloud of dust.

Ye Xiaoliu's body went limp and collapsed beside the broken trunk.

His chest heaved violently like a bellows.

Mouthfuls of fresh blood gushed forth like a breached dam, streaming continuously from his mouth.

On the ground it quickly pooled into a dark red blood puddle, giving off a pungent bloody smell.

Although he was gravely injured and his life hung by a thread, Ye Xiaoliu's gaze remained as sharp as a hawk's.

Filled with unwillingness and resolve.

He forced himself up, using his sword as a cane to slowly lift his head.

His eyes locked on Yang Kang, his hoarse voice yet firm and unquestionable as he said, 'Who exactly are you?'

At this life-and-death moment, his thoughts raced.

The opponent could actually unleash the Profound Ice Sect's topmost imperial-level sect-protecting absolute art, the Profound Ice Seven Swords.

And within the Profound Ice Sect, none but those of exalted status and peerless talent are qualified to cultivate such a technique.

This person must certainly come from the Profound Ice Sect.

Upon hearing this, Yang Kang first let out a sinister, cold chuckle.

His laughter echoed in the silent night sky, like a ghost's wail in a cold night, filled with endless mockery.

Then he leisurely changed his voice; the deliberately hoarse disguise vanished instantly, replaced by a vibrant youthful tone.

Next, he slowly removed the bronze mask from his face, revealing a handsome yet vicious countenance twisted by jealousy and resentment, fully exposed to Ye Xiaoliu's eyes.

Seeing the opponent's face, Ye Xiaoliu's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes full of disbelief.

He blurted out, 'Yang Kang!'

"It's really you!"

The comer was none other than Yang Kang, son of the Grand Elder of the Profound Ice Sect.

Before Ye Xiaoliu joined the Profound Ice Sect, Yang Kang relied on his astonishing cultivation talent.

And with the Grand Elder's careful nurturing, he had always firmly held the seat of the sect's top genius.

Enjoying the admiration and adulation of everyone.

However.

Ye Xiaoliu's arrival shattered this tranquility.

Ye Xiaoliu was like a dazzling meteor falling from the sky, quickly revealing his stunning, peerless talent.

Whether in the sect's grand competition or secret realm training, Ye Xiaoliu shone brilliantly,

His light completely eclipsed Yang Kang.

Yang Kang's standing in everyone's eyes plummeted, and the shadow of jealousy took root in his heart, gradually consuming him.

"How could it be you!"

Ye Xiaoliu gritted his teeth, speaking word by word, his voice full of shock and anger.

Blood trickling from the corner of his mouth added a touch of tragedy.

Yang Kang gave Ye Xiaoliu a half-smile, his gaze like that of looking at a defenseless lamb awaiting slaughter.

"How could it not be me? From the moment you entered the Profound Ice Sect and stole my spotlight, your fate was sealed."

"During your days of glory, did you ever consider my feelings? Countless days and nights I suffered in darkness, tormented by jealousy to the point of unbearable pain."

"Today is your day of death!"

Ye Xiaoliu endured the wave-like surge of pain across his body, his chest heaving violently as he spoke.

"So, everyone who has been hunting me along this way—it's all you!"

"For your own selfishness, you actually committed such a heinous act!"

Yang Kang did not directly respond; the wicked smile on his face grew more intense, like a strange crescent moon in the night sky.

Ye Xiaoliu's heart sank; a more terrifying thought rose in his mind, his gaze like a torch as he fixed his eyes on Yang Kang and said.

"My master was abducted by a mysterious force—could that also be related to you?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ye Xiaoliu's heart leapt to his throat; he wished dearly that this was merely his speculation.

Yang Kang shook his head, a flicker of disdain crossing his face as he said, 'You've misunderstood me.'

"The one who seized your master was a person from the Unintermitting Sect; it has nothing to do with me."

"But for me, how could this not be an excellent opportunity to eliminate you?"

Uninterrupted Gate!

Ye Xiaoliu sucked in a breath of cold air, shock written all over his face.

He had once heard his master mention this mysterious organization in detail; they came from a distant foreign realm, that mysterious and dangerous unknown land.

The Uninterrupted Gate has long stared covetously at the Mysterious Yellow Continent, dreaming of swallowing this vast, boundless land and making it the stepping stone for their domination of all directions.

To achieve their goal, they spared no means, secretly plotting countless conspiracies on the Mysterious Yellow Continent.

He never expected that the ones who had taken his master were them.

Ye Xiaoliu furiously pointed at Yang Kang and shouted: "Yang Kang, the Uninterrupted Gate is the public enemy of the Mysterious Yellow Continent; wherever they go, living beings suffer and the people cannot survive."

"How dare you collude with them—aren't you afraid of sect punishment and being despised by all under heaven?"

Yang Kang threw his head back and laughed, his voice full of arrogance and contempt, saying: "Sect? Hahaha… Your master has been captured, the sect leader is in seclusion and hasn't emerged; to this day, his fate is unknown."

"The Mysterious Ice Sect is now leaderless, plunged into chaos."

"My father, as the Grand Elder, holds the sect's great power, controlling its life and death; who could still punish me?"

Ye Xiaoliu suddenly understood—no wonder his previous distress signals sent to the sect had vanished like stones into the sea, with no response.

It turned out that Yang Kang and his father were manipulating everything behind the scenes, blocking the news and leaving him isolated and helpless.

He clenched his fists, nails digging deep into his palms, blood slowly dripping from between his fingers as he said: "Yang Kang, you and your father have committed such treason against the sect; heaven cannot tolerate it, and you will surely face retribution!"

"Retribution?" Yang Kang snorted coldly, a flicker of madness flashing in his eyes.

"Once the Uninterrupted Gate unifies the Mysterious Yellow Continent, my father will lead the Mysterious Ice Sect to glorious achievements, and our Yang family will become the rulers of the entire continent, enjoying boundless wealth and honor."

"And you—today is your day of death!"

"For years, you have brought me humiliation; today I will make you repay it a hundredfold!"

Ye Xiaoliu slowly raised the long sword in his hand, though the blade was stained with blood and covered in dense cracks, as if it might break at any moment, yet his gaze remained steadfast like a rock as he said.

"Today, even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will make you, this traitor, pay the price!"

"For my master, for the sect, I will not retreat!"

As his words fell, Ye Xiaoliu charged at Yang Kang like a mad leopard, holding nothing back.

His silhouette turned into a blur, his angry roar echoing in the air. Yang Kang no longer held back; the years of resentment erupted like a volcano at this moment.

Each of his moves and strokes was fierce and lethal; the sword shadows piled up like deadly talismans, carrying a piercing chill that forced Ye Xiaoliu to retreat step by step.