âLate-stage Grand Master,â Sheng Xiao said.
Yu Huang and Donorâs eyes widened when they heard this.
âYou said that guy is a late-stage Grand Master?â When Donor asked this question, he felt his mouth go dry.
Sheng Xiao nodded. âI think so.â
Donor pinched his thigh hard and immediately grimaced in pain. His handsome face became comical. âDamn it, what kind of monsters are these?!â They looked about the same age as them, but why were their cultivation levels so shocking?
âIs he thirty yet?â Staring at the manâs proud figure, Yu Huang couldnât help but ask.
In the cultivation world, Beast Tamers were generally young-looking. Sheng Xiao couldnât be sure how old the young man in front of him was. However, he said, âThis personâs cultivation is ridiculously strong. Those who can participate in the World Tournament arenât more than 50 years old. Even if he is 49 years old this year, he is still a very powerful person.â
âYeah.â
Not only were Yu Huang and the others discussing the young man in the sweater, but the participants sitting outside the city were also discussing him.
Everyone came from different worlds, and each world had different languages. Yu Huang heard the noisy discussions, but she didnât understand a single word. However, from the fervor of these participantsâ discussions, he was probably a big shot.
The city guards on the city wall had all stood up.
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They stared at the cold and arrogant man below with fear in their eyes.
Suddenly, the man moved.
He swiped his right hand across the interspatial bracelet on his wrist and a white sword appeared in his hand.
Upon seeing the sword, the surroundings of the city suddenly fell silent.
Because of the barrier, Yu Huang and the other participants of the small world were unable to see the exact appearance of the longsword in the other partyâs hand. However, Yu Huang sensed a majestic and heavy aura of death and resentment from the longsword.
Yu Huang frowned slightly. Her intuition told her that the other partyâs weapon was somewhat strange.
In the silence, the man spoke.
âGrand Master Ye Qingyang of the Cang Lang Continent has come to challenge the city guards!â The manâs voice sounded extremely ear-piercing, like a sharp dagger sliding across hard ice. It made everyone feel uncomfortable.
After saying this, the man called Ye Qingyang even smiled at the city guards above.
Seeing the smile on Ye Qingyangâs lips, the expressions of the city guards turned ugly.
At the last city, there were a total of twenty Grand Master-level city guards. The weakest of them was at the mid-stage Grand Master level, and the strongest was at the late-stage Grand Master level. Logically speaking, they shouldnât be afraid of the other partyâs challenge.
But the truth was that when those city guards heard Ye Qingyangâs words, no one dared to take the initiative to fight.
The smile on Ye Qingyangâs lips suddenly widened. âWhat, no one dares to accept the challenge?â
The city guards looked at each other. In the end, a late-stage Grand Master city guard standing on the right side of the team stood up. That person nodded at Ye Qingyang and said, âGrand Master city guard, Iâm here to accept the challenge.â
Seeing that someone was finally willing to fight, Ye Qingyang chuckled. His right hand held the hilt of his sword, and when the sword stopped in front of him, his expression instantly became murderous.
Ye Qingyang stood on the spot without moving his feet. He only gently threw the white sword into the sky.
The scabbard was peeled off by spiritual power and drew an arc in the night sky.
The scabbard fell and floated behind Ye Qingyang without moving. The sword blade that was thrown into the deep sky also fell rapidly and stopped steadily in front of Ye Qingyang. Ye Qingyang formed a seal with his hands and muttered softly, âEvil spirits appear! Death!â
âWuwuwu ~â
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The white blade suddenly trembled crazily, and a shrill cry could be heard.
Ye Qingyang suddenly pushed his palm towards the blade. In an instant, hundreds of tragic corpses crawled out from the blade. When the ghosts appeared, the cries became even more sorrowful.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âBoohoo! Let us go!â
âWe know our mistake!â
âLet us go!â
The ghosts knelt in front of Ye Qingyang and begged while crying. They didnât look like dead souls, but like living people. When the Beast Tamers watching the battle saw this scene, they felt a chill down their spines.
What did this mean?
Ye Qingyang sneered and slapped the blade with his palm. The ghosts suddenly stopped crying and turned to look at the city guard in unison. In an instant, the ghosts seemed to have found their most hated enemy and attacked in unison.
The city guard looked at Ye Qingyang.
Facing Ye Qingyangâs attack, the city guard had no strength to fight back at all. He could only use his protective shield immediately and grit his teeth to hold on.
He only lasted for less than two minutes before the protective shield was broken by the hundred ghosts.
Hundreds of ghosts surged into the body of the city guard. The city guard immediately hugged his head and knelt on the ground while shouting in pain. Their cries were heart-wrenching and were infinitely magnified in the quiet and dark night. When he heard this, Donor felt a chill down his spine and his scalp go numb.
Ye Qingyang sheathed his sword and looked at the other city guards indifferently. He asked expressionlessly, âHave I finally passed?â
The group of city guards looked at him angrily but didnât dare to say anything. In the end, they all tacitly made way for Ye Qingyang.
Ye Qingyang hugged his sword and flew into the city wall.
As soon as Ye Qingyang left, a staff member from the Agency quickly appeared and dragged the wailing city guard away for treatment.
After watching the staff take the city guard away, Yu Huang suddenly heard a few participants from the Demon Beast Continent whisperingâ
âYe Qingyang actually participated in this world competition. With him around, the battle of the Grand Master Ten Thousand Ranking List will probably lead to bloodshed.â
âThis is a Beast Tamer competition. What is a ghost cultivator doing here?!â
âDonât say that. Before Ye Qingyang was schemed against, he was also a righteous cultivator who punished evil and advocated good. Itâs fate that he became like this.â
âSigh, I wonder how Jing Jiaren will react when she sees Ye Qingyang.â
âWhat reaction can there be? She must be too ashamed to show her face. I heard that back then, Ye Qingyang was slandered and framed. When he went to the Jing family to seek help, Jing Jiaren didnât even look at him and directly asked someone to reject him.â
âNow that Ye Qingyang has cultivated the Ghost Dao and become the master of all ghosts, how can he give Jing Jiaren any face?â
Sheng Xiao suddenly covered Yu Huangâs eyes with his hand. âClose your eyes and sleep. Donât listen to gossip.â Then, he pressed Yu Huang into his arms and covered her shoulders and head with his coat.
Yu Huang hid in Sheng Xiaoâs jacket. She suddenly asked Sheng Xiao, âDid you meet a Grand Master contestant called Jing Jiaren?â
Sheng Xiao snorted thoughtfully.
âShe seems very strong.â
Sheng Xiao said coldly, âStronger than me.â
Yu Huang was a little sleepy. She had lost too much blood from her injury and wasnât in good spirits. Now that she was sleeping in Sheng Xiaoâs arms, she smelled his unique scent on his jacket and fell asleep quickly.
Sheng Xiao remained in that position. After confirming that Yu Huang was asleep, he pulled his coat a little and left it for Yu Huang to breathe.
Beside him, Donor fell asleep on Sheng Xiaoâs shoulder. After he fell asleep, he retracted his wings.
At this moment, all the conflicts between them were hidden. They were just three inconspicuous bumpkins from a small world.
When they were outside, the country bumpkins had to stick together.