Chapter 3655

Although Ye Chen's medicinal pills had already run out, at this very moment he felt his confidence surge.

Although he also did not know what had just helped him block Wu Bolin's flying sword, Wu Bolin's all-or-nothing move Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect had indeed not caused him any real harm.

Not only that, Wu Bolin's flying sword was completely shattered, reduced to powder.

Wu Bolin's spiritual energy was already nearly depleted, and he had been relying on burning his meridians, frantically consuming his own cultivation to fight Ye Chen; now, having lost his flying sword, the situation instantly reached a turning point.

With Ye Chen's timely replenishment of two medicinal pills, he now far surpassed his opponent in both condition and magical treasures.

And Wu Bolin was in a miserable state.

He had thought that Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect would be enough to kill Ye Chen in one blow, but he never expected the situation to change so rapidly.

Sometimes a war or a battle is like this: because the superior side failed to kill the enemy before the turning point arrived, once the turning point comes, the outcome is already decided—just like the Japanese navy at the Battle of Midway.

Ye Chen had originally been in a declining position before Wu Bolin, the only thing he could bring to bear being that his spiritual energy was more abundant than his opponent's, but now it was different: Wu Bolin's cultivation was burning at an accelerated pace, and although he still led Ye Chen, the spiritual energy in his body had long been exhausted, entirely relying on burning his cultivation to hold on; if his flying sword had not been destroyed, he could grit his teeth and endure another round of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, and as long as Ye Chen did not have that miraculous protective power, he could still defeat Ye Chen.

But now his flying sword was gone, and he was like a tiger without teeth or claws, possessing a huge body but completely losing his offensive capability.

Ye Chen's greatest skill was to strike when you are sick and take your life; he had already prepared himself for certain defeat, but he never expected things to take a turn for the better, and with the turning point arriving, he naturally would not miss this rare opportunity, so he almost without any thought immediately grasped the Thunderclap Order and pointed it at Wu Bolin, shouting loudly: "Old dog, come and get your life!"

Having spoken, he unleashed three thunderclaps in succession—crack, crack, crack—and three bowl-thick thunderbolts shot down from the sky in an equilateral triangle formation toward Wu Bolin; Wu Bolin was shocked and terrified, these three thunderbolts were extremely tricky, almost completely blocking his escape route; in the blink of an eye, wherever he ran he would likely be struck, but if he did not run, being hit by all three bolts at once would surely mean death!

Wu Bolin panicked to the extreme, instantly chose a direction, and lunged fiercely toward his left front.

But Ye Chen's thunderclaps came extremely fast; although he had exerted all his strength to flee and dodged, he was still struck by one of the thunderbolts, his whole body feeling a sudden, intense pain, the numbness and ache from the electric shock coexisting, even making his bones feel much softer, the bone gaps feeling sore, painful, and swollen.

His clothes from head to toe had almost entirely turned to ash, his skin scabbed over like burnt sweet potato, the intense pain making his whole body tremble incessantly, and his movement speed was now much slower than before.

He despairingly lifted his head to look at Ye Chen; at this moment Ye Chen's eyes were like radar, locked firmly on him, the corner of his mouth bearing a cruel smile.

Wu Bolin knew he was now a spent arrow, and from now on every second his condition would only worsen, while Ye Chen's spiritual energy reserves remained high, and he could at any time launch multiple rounds of lightning attacks against him; besides, dodging was becoming increasingly difficult, and he had already lost any possibility of turning the tide.

Panicked, he began to beg Ye Chen for mercy: "Little brother, please spare me this once for the sake of my over a hundred years of bitter cultivation, I am willing to follow you and serve as an ox and horse, as long as you spare my dog's life!"

Ye Chen said coldly: "You've lived over a hundred years, and you're still this naive? Do you think, given how vicious you were just now toward me, that I could possibly spare you?"

Wu Bolin's eye sockets reddened, tears burst forth, and with a mournful expression he sighed: "Although I have lived over a hundred years, my actual time living in the secular world is only twenty-odd years, the rest of the time I have almost entirely spent in closed-door cultivation, I have no time to understand or engage with this world…… especially this modern technological society, where everything is revolutionary and eye-opening……"

Ye Chen sneered: "Choosing to cultivate and closing yourself off for a hundred years—that's your own problem, it has nothing to do with me; you can go on regretting it in front of King Yama!"

Wu Bolin was terrified to the extreme, hurriedly crying and shouting his plea: "Little brother, you have always been enemies with Wu Feiyan; don't you want to know the secrets of the Broken Qing Society? As long as you swear by your Dao heart to spare my life, I will tell my Dao heart master everything I know about Wu Feiyan and the Broken Qing Society, down to the last detail, including the location of the Broken Qing Society's base, and I will tell you everything without omission!"

Swearing by one's Dao heart is the highest-level oath for cultivators; once sworn, one cannot subjectively violate it, for if the Dao heart is damaged, future cultivation will be greatly affected, possibly even stagnating due to instability of the Dao heart.

Ye Chen smiled: "This condition of yours holds no attraction for me."

Wu Bolin stared, bewildered, and asked: "Don't you want to know Wu Feiyan's secrets?"

Ye Chen coldly shook his head: "No."

Wu Bolin's face was full of question marks, he stammered: "You……this……why? You have repeatedly secretly opposed her, surely you must have a blood-deep grudge against her, so don't you want to know more of her secrets?"

Ye Chen smiled faintly and said: "I can't even beat you, how could I possibly beat Wu Feiyan? So knowing where Wu Feiyan is means nothing to me; this is like you saying you want to tell Persia the position of the President of the United States—what use would that be to Persia?"

Wu Bolin asked in confusion: "What do you mean?! What does Persia have to do with the United States?"

Ye Chen asked him: "Don't you usually read the news?"

Wu Bolin felt Ye Chen's contemptuous gaze and blurted: "I have immersed myself in Dao cultivation for over a hundred years—where would I find the energy to read the news?"

Having spoken, Wu Bolin hurriedly pleaded again: "Little brother, even if you are not Wu Feiyan's match, it doesn't matter; spare my life, from today on I will wholeheartedly follow you, devote my liver and brains to the ground for you, you can just treat me as a dog you've taken in—it's never a loss!"

Ye Chen smiled: "And then? If you harbor ill intentions toward me, once you recover you can strike me down at any time; if you harbor no ill intentions, staying by my side will surely draw the Broken Qing Society's attention toward me, and then it will still implicate me in exposing my whereabouts—I dare not even look, keeping you would bring only harm and no benefit!"

Having said this, Ye Chen's eyes flashed with a hint of severity, and without the slightest pause he immediately unleashed three more Thunderclap Orders at Wu Bolin!

Wu Bolin stared at Ye Chen with eyes about to burst, straining to dodge while shouting hoarsely: "Boy, why can't we turn our swords into jade……ah!"

Before Wu Bolin could finish his sentence, he suddenly let out a miserable scream as a bolt of heavenly thunder struck his right shoulder, blasting his entire right arm into pure black charcoal!

At this moment he no longer had sufficient spiritual energy to protect his body; even the spiritual energy generated by burning his meridians was utterly insufficient to resist Ye Chen's Thunderclap Order, powered by the Mother of Universal Tea, and this bolt of heavenly thunder was the tolling of his death knell!