Chapter 396: Xuan Yi's Surprise Attack

This kind of gap is not merely a difference in realms, but a crushing superiority in essence!

Shen Kuangbiao and Xu Linchen locked eyes for a moment, each seeing bitterness and despair in the other's gaze.

If they stay any longer, the next slash will cut not their Primordial, but their very lives!

Without any hesitation, the two simultaneously crushed an ancient, plain talisman that had long been hidden in their palms.

Buzz!

Space rippled, their Dark Shadows instantly blurred, turning into two streaks of light that fled toward the secret realm's exit at a speed beyond limits!

They didn't even dare to utter another harsh word; they were in utter disarray.

Geshu Wenyue watched the direction of their escape and did not give chase.

He pressed his thumb back, and the three‑inch exposed black blade slipped slowly back into its sheath, emitting a faint sound.

Only at this moment did he seem to have finished a trivial task, turn around, and let his gaze fall again upon Ye Wuque and Xuan Yi.

But this time, within his calm stare, there was a faint hint of… solemnity.

That solemnity was not directed at Xuan Yi, but at Ye Wuque.

From Geshu Wenyue's appearance to a single slash severely wounding Shen Kuangbiao and Xu Linchen, forcing the two to flee in disarray, the whole episode sounds lengthy but actually unfolded in the blink of an eye.

Xuan Yi witnessed the whole thing, and a storm of turmoil had already risen in his heart.

Although he had not sparred with Shen Kuangbiao and Xu Linchen, he sensed their aura and knew they were certainly not weaker than himself, perhaps even a shade stronger.

Yet these two could not even withstand a single slash before Geshu Wenyue.

Just how terrifyingly powerful is this Geshu Wenyue?

What chilled Xuan Yi even more was that Geshu Wenyue's solemn glance was aimed at Ye Wuque!

This unmistakably shows that, in Geshu Wenyue's mind, Ye Wuque's threat far exceeds his own!

A surge of intense resentment and crisis instantly overwhelmed Xuan Yi's spirit.

The Creation Saint Method Origin is right before his eyes!

He expended great effort, even feigning false friendliness with Ye Wuque, to reach this point!

Could a single appearance of Geshu Wenyue render all previous achievements void?

No! There is still a chance!

Geshu Wenyue's attention now seemed wholly captured by Ye Wuque, while Ye Wuque had just been locked in fierce combat within an illusion and had just witnessed Geshu Wenyue's world‑shaking slash; his mind must have experienced a fleeting tremor and a momentary slackening…

Now is the moment!

A cold flash surged in Xuan Yi's eyes; the murderous intent was no longer concealed at all!

"Brother Ye, I have offended you! Holy Law Origin… can only belong to me!"

A fierce shout suddenly rang out!

Xuan Yi's figure moved without any warning!

He lunged not toward the Holy Law Origin, but toward Ye Wuque's back!

Fast! Ruthless! Decisive!

He poured his lifelong cultivation and his comprehension of the Way of Yin and Yang into the Yin‑Yang Sword in his hand!

On the blade, black and white qi whirled wildly, forming a chaotic vortex that devoured all light; at the tip, a single strand of icy light condensed to its extreme, emitting a terrifying aura that could pierce eternity and extinguish life!

This sword, named Yin‑Yang Rebellion… Break‑World Heart Punishment!

It is Xuan Yi's ultimate hidden blade, containing dreadful power to reverse Yin and Yang, shatter realms, and directly strike the very source of divine souls!

He has previously used this technique to ambush and slay more than one veteran, Nine‑Calamity quasi‑Immortal Realm Peak‑level formidable being!

Now, with such close distance, such perfect timing, and such deadly lock on the sword's trajectory!

Xuan Yi is absolutely confident that, even if Ye Wuque's flesh body is strong, in this haste it will be nearly impossible for him to retreat unscathed!

Even if he is immortal, he will still suffer grievous injury!

This would at least remove one peerless enemy for him!

However—

Facing this sudden, ruthlessly vicious back‑stab, Ye Wuque did not even twitch a brow.

He didn't even turn around.

He simply stood there, his black robe still rustling, his silhouette as upright as a pine.

It was as if the terrifying sword behind him, capable of slaying a Nine‑Calamity quasi‑Immortal, were merely a summer mosquito buzzing.

Buzz!

The tip of the Yin‑Yang Sword, bearing a chaotic vortex that destroys everything, pierced solidly into Ye Wuque's rear‑heart position!

The expected scene of flesh flying and souls wailing did not materialize.

What came was an extremely muffled clang of metal on metal!

Clang—!!!

Sparks flew in all directions!

Those were not ordinary sparks, but fragments of Dao Rule shattered when laws collided and energy annihilated!

Each spark could incinerate mountains and pierce the Void!

Xuan Yi felt an indescribable terrifying backlash, like a dormant ancient Honghuang beast awakening, surging violently along the blade!

The web of his right hand exploded instantly, spraying blood!

The bones of his entire right arm moaned under the strain, cracking inch by inch!

His internal organs seemed struck by a heavy hammer, his qi and blood surged backward, his throat tasted sweet, and a torrent of blood spurted uncontrollably!

And the Yin‑Yang Sword he thrust with all his might saw its tip's concentrated icy light shatter, the blade trembling violently, emitting a painful wail as most of the swirling black and white qi dissipated!

Looking again at Ye Wuque's back—

The Black Robe was torn open by sword qi, the Black Robe was torn open by sword qi, revealing the body beneath, which shimmered with a faint golden light.

On that body, not even a wound, not even a white scar, was left!

Only the point that was pierced glowed a shade richer in golden light, as if it had merely been lightly touched.

"How could this be?!"

Xuan Yi was blasted backward by the recoil force for several hundred zhang, barely stabilizing his posture, unable to attend to the searing pain in his right arm or the torrent of blood within his body, he stared fixedly at Ye Wuque's back without a single hair damaged, his face full of horror and disbelief!

His all‑out surprise killing strike couldn't even break the defense?!

Just how incomprehensibly powerful is Ye Wuque's flesh body?!

It was not until this moment that Ye Wuque slowly turned his body.

His movement was neither swift nor sluggish, as if he merely turned to admire the distant scenery.

His expression remained calmly unchanged, his indifferent gaze falling on Xuan Yi's twisted face of terror, as if looking at a… corpse.

"You concealed your strength!"

Xuan Yi hissed, his voice trembling with shock and anger.

Just now in the illusion, although Ye Wuque was powerful, he never displayed such absurd defensive power!

Upon hearing that, Ye Wuque's mouth curled a faint curve, a curve that held no warmth, only cold.

"You are no different yourself?"

His voice was even, yet each word was like an ice spear piercing Xuan Yi's heart: "Since you proposed sharing the Yin‑Yang Creation Technique, you have harbored ulterior motives. In the illusion, you at least three times lured a divine beast to my side, five times held back a third of your sword force, poised to strike, waiting for me to show a flaw. Do you truly think Ye sensed nothing?"

Xuan Yi's complexion turned deathly pale in an instant.

He thought his plan was flawless, yet he hadn't expected that everything had already been seen through by the other side.

"The Holy Law Origin dispute, each using their own methods, is beyond reproach."

Ye Wuque stepped forward a pace; no terrifying aura erupted around him, yet that invisible pressure left Xuan Yi suffocating.

"But since you dared to strike at me."

"Then be prepared for annihilation."

The moment the words fell, Ye Wuque moved.

There were no earth‑shaking phenomena, no flamboyant complex techniques.

He simply, plainly, raised his right fist.

Then, a punch thundered out.

This punch appeared plain and unadorned, even somewhat slow.

But in Xuan Yi's eyes, it seemed as if the whole world vanished, leaving only this ever‑expanding fist!

Where the fist struck, the Void was not torn, but forcibly compressed, twisted, and collapsed by an absolute force!

A vast, ancient, overwhelmingly domineering fist intent, like the Ancient Divine Mountain collapsing, the Star River rolling backward, surged forward with unstoppable force!

Xuan Yi's dead soul burst forth!

He let out a frenzied howl, ignoring the wound in his right arm; with his left hand he formed a hand seal, the remaining Yin Yang Dual Qi and Creation Force surged wildly, erecting one black‑and‑white interwoven shield after another before him, and a rustic Turtle Shell Treasure automatically flew out, emitting a heavy earth‑colored aura that stood at the forefront!

However—

Bang bang bang bang bang—!!!

When the fist arrived, the shield shattered!

That Yin‑Yang Shield, capable of withstanding the full onslaught of nine calamities of near‑immortals, crumbled repeatedly like paper!

When the fist arrived, the turtle shell cracked!

The remarkable, highly defensive Turtle Shell Treasure let out a mournful wail, its surface sprouting countless spider‑web‑like cracks, its spirit light extinguished, and it flew backward!

The punch's force met no resistance, stamping solidly onto Xuan Yi's chest!

"Puff—!!!"

Xuan Yi's whole body was struck as if by ancient stars, his chest visibly caved in!

The sound of bones shattering rang out like popping beans!

His eyeballs bulged, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spewed from his mouth, his body shot backward like a torn sack, crashing heavily onto a mountain peak a thousand zhang away!

Boom!

The peak collapsed, boulders tumbled, and smoke and dust rose skyward.

Xuan Yi was buried deep within the mountain wreckage, drenched in blood, his breath as feeble as a dying candle in the wind.

He struggled to lift his head, gazing at the Black Robe Figure slowly retracting its fist, his eyes finally filled with boundless terror.

"No… don't kill me… I will offer everything… I…" he begged with difficulty, his voice broken and intermittent.

Ye Wuque's expression remained cold and unmoved.

Showing mercy to an enemy is cruelty to oneself; this truth he had long etched into his marrow.

He pointed his index finger like a sword toward Xuan Yi's direction, a point suspended in midair.

Whoosh—!!!

A grayish arrow shaft burst from his fingertip!

The arrow shaft was initially only an inch long, but once away from his finger, it swelled in the wind, instantly becoming a terrifying divine arrow spanning the heavens, as if capable of piercing the entire cosmos!

Around the arrow's body, Yin Yang Dual Qi coiled, evolving into Chaos, and a Great Terror will of supreme judgment over life and death permeated it!

Yin‑Yang Supreme Arrow!

This arrow locks onto the soul, extinguishes vitality, and severs Reincarnation!

"No—!!!"

Xuan Yi let out a desperate, unwilling scream, wildly burning the few remnants of his Primordial, attempting a final strike.

However, it was all in vain.

The grayish arrow shaft ignored all defenses and barriers, and with unmatched precision drove into his brow.

Xuan Yi's body suddenly went rigid.

In the next instant, the brilliance in his eyes faded like a tide, turning hollow and Dead Silence.

The Yin Yang Dual Qi and Creation Force lingering around his body completely collapsed, and his entire life force was utterly extinguished in an instant by that Supreme Arrow Intent.

Plop.

His body collapsed weakly amid the ruins, with no sound thereafter.

This peerless Heavenly Pride, hailing from the Xuanhuang World and whose strength rivals the Nine Tribulations' near‑Immortal Realm Peak, fell here.