38: Chapter 38 But I can cripple you

"What 'little husband'? When did I ever agree to that? And besides, who said we were going to die? Are you talking about relying on this old scoundrel?"

A trace of confusion flashed across Ye Xuan's face as he responded to Empress Mi Qianxi with a half-smile.

Even when facing death, she could still see her own 'little husband' say something so dashing.

The sorrow in Empress Mi Qianxi's beautiful eyes was instantly swept away, and she smiled brightly, "As expected of the little husband that I, the Empress, have taken a fancy to; you really are different."

"Are you two done talking? Now it's my turn to speak."

Ye Xuan easily broke free from the Mystic Power restriction on his body and stood side by side with Empress Mi Qianxi. He took out the zhu xian sword from his spirit ring and pointed it directly at Sect Master Yuwen Huaji, "Old scoundrel, prepare to die!"

"Hahaha, how interesting. I originally thought you, this Pretty Boy, were just Empress Mi Qianxi's lover, but who would have thought that you would actually have the courage to make a move against me."

Sect Master Yuwen Huaji threw his head back and laughed, his aged face—which was nothing but skin and bones—full of mockery, "Just by relying on your strength at the ninth level of the True Profound Realm?"

"Don't struggle anymore, little husband, we can't beat him." Empress Mi Qianxi stepped forward and hugged Ye Xuan's back, her beautiful eyes filled with heartache. "Death is only for a moment, it won't hurt. Be good, listen to your big sister!"

"..." Ye Xuan.

"Who said I can't beat this old scoundrel? Heaven will not tolerate his actions; he must die here today. If the True Profound Realm isn't enough, then what about the Spirit Profound Realm?"

At this moment, Ye Xuan no longer suppressed the fluctuations of Mystic Power within his body. He let them rise slowly like endless waves, until finally, the last barrier within his body was broken through.

"Crack—" That realm broke open, and an aura unlike anything from the Spirit Profound Realm erupted completely, causing the entire mountain stream to tremble.

"What a strange brat. Clearly, it's only the aura of someone who has just entered the Spirit Profound Realm, yet it gives me the feeling of facing a fourth-rank magical beast. How is that possible!" The smile on Sect Master Yuwen Huaji's aged face completely vanished, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Pfft—" Within a radius of ten miles, the eerie aura laid down by Sect Master Yuwen Huaji was instantly dispersed by a flash of purple-white Mystic Power. Waves of scorching and powerful energy instantly occupied the area.

"Old scoundrel, it just so happens that I want to test whether my sword is sharp or not."

Ye Xuan smiled and raised the long sword in his hand, gently stroking the white-hot blade. A scorching heat was hidden within the sword, while the outside was wrapped in purple-white lightning, making it look both strange and terrifying.

"You! Could you be a descendant of some Saint's lineage? You are only at the Spirit Profound Realm, yet you have erupted with such a terrifying aura."

Sect Master Yuwen Huaji, who was just acting smug, now had a face covered in gloom. He carefully probed the young man's talent, but was blocked by an inexplicable energy. He said in disbelief, "I actually cannot see through your talent? Who exactly are you!"

"Who am I? Only by surviving will you have the qualifications to ask about my origins!" Ye Xuan glanced at Sect Master Yuwen Huaji and said indifferently.

"Little husband, I didn't expect you to have such strength. Isn't that too amazing?" Empress Mi Qianxi, who had been stunned on the side, immediately reacted, revealing an expression of admiration. She hugged Ye Xuan and kissed his left cheek again, "Come on, one more kiss!"

"Eww—Empress Mi Qianxi, stay away from me. Don't think that just because you are beautiful, you can kiss me whenever you want. You've gotten your saliva all over my face."

Ye Xuan showed an expression of disgust, pushed the woman away with one hand, wiped the saliva off his face, and said speechlessly.

"Hmph... some people just don't know when they are blessed!" Empress Mi Qianxi folded her arms, unconvinced, and said in a coquettish voice.

"Are you two rejoicing too early?"

Sect Master Yuwen Huaji's face turned vicious, and his aura changed once again, surging directly toward Ye Xuan.

The aura here changed again. A pitch-black Mystic Power rose up, crazily contending with the purple-white Mystic Power in the air. The two seemed like mortal enemies, desperately striking at each other's territory, with the dark Mystic Power eventually gaining the upper hand.

"Even if you, this strange brat, are a genius, so what? If a genius hasn't grown up, they can only be called a genius!" Sect Master Yuwen Huaji said with a blank face, "Now I can give you one last chance. Hand over the woman behind you, and I can let bygones be bygones and spare your life!"

"Hahaha, spare my life? Come on, let me try out the strength of you, a master of the Earth Profound Realm!"

Ye Xuan swung his sword with all his might. A vast amount of Mystic Power instantly surged into a sword aura tens of feet large, shooting straight at Sect Master Yuwen Huaji.

"Hmph!" Just as Sect Master Yuwen Huaji wanted to use the spirit sword in his hand to resist, he discovered that in less than three seconds, the spirit sword was instantly shattered into fragments by the sword aura. His entire body was swept by the sword aura, and he took the blow head-on.

"You, could this be a Saint's weapon!"

In great shock, Sect Master Yuwen Huaji couldn't help but exclaim, greed appearing in his eyes, "If I kill you, this Saint's weapon will be mine. How can this Saint's weapon be something a brat like you can use? What a waste of a treasure!"

"That's only if you have the life to take it!" Ye Xuan sneered.

At this moment, Sect Master Yuwen Huaji no longer looked at Ye Xuan with contempt. Pitch-black Mystic Power soared from his body, and an aura nearing the Heaven Profound Realm instantly distorted the surrounding space.

"Good lad, taste my high-grade spirit-level Mystic Skill."

Sect Master Yuwen Huaji took out a strange Earth-tier spirit weapon and wore it on his hand. The massive claw wind even caused the nearby giant mountains to tremble faintly.

"Wind-Tearing Claw!"

The hundred-foot-large claw wind slashed toward Ye Xuan. However, at this moment, the latter laughed, showing no sign of fear, and rushed forward while holding the zhu xian sword.

"Evil God Art First Layer, Evil Soul, Activate!"

That massive wind blade of Mystic Power twisted and shredded Ye Xuan's entire body. One after another, the wind blades left trail after trail of blood on him, within three minutes.

"Exhilarating, truly exhilarating!"

Ye Xuan gasped for breath, his eyes filled with excitement. His originally magnificent white robe had turned into dust on the ground. Although there was not a single piece of good flesh left on his upper body, he was completely unafraid.

"You, how is this possible! Facing my full-strength strike, you actually didn't die!" Sect Master Yuwen Huaji's pupils constricted, and a trace of fear slowly rose from his heart. "Impossible, how could such a thing happen? I have been settled in the Earth Profound Realm for many years, how is it possible that I cannot even kill a brat who just entered the Spirit Profound Realm?"

The activation of the Evil God Art First Layer—Evil Soul, raised Ye Xuan's speed up by another notch. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The next second, his figure disappeared from where he stood and suddenly appeared in front of Sect Master Yuwen Huaji, shouting, "Mystic Skill—Moon-Grabbing Star-Falling!"

At this moment, a terrifying sword pressure, not at all inferior to the previous spirit-level Mystic Skill, slashed toward Sect Master Yuwen Huaji, covering the sky and earth.

"You! Such astonishing strength, your Mystic Power is strange! You actually have so many treasures on you. I cannot die, I absolutely cannot die!"

Sect Master Yuwen Huaji was terrified. He stretched out his two old, withered arms and mobilized all his Mystic Power, but at this moment, he felt that the Mystic Power around him was like it had encountered a natural predator; it dissipated upon contact, and the sword pressure slashed deeply through his left leg.

"Pfft—"

"Cough, cough, cough... Impossible, impossible!" Sect Master Yuwen Huaji's face changed drastically, and his entire aura instantly withered by several degrees. Within his complex expression, there was regret, fear, astonishment, and shock...

"Spare me, spare me, I am willing to retreat right now!"

When emotions like fear and the desire to live appear on a person's face, it means that even if this person possesses heaven-defying strength, it is impossible for them to erupt with it again.

"I can not kill you."

"Thank you, young man. As long as it is your request, I am willing to agree to everything." Upon receiving the reply, Sect Master Yuwen Huaji said with pleasant surprise.

"However, crippling you is something I should do." Ye Xuan backhanded his sword and pierced through the old scoundrel's dantian.

"Pfft—" Sect Master Yuwen Huaji widened his old eyes and spat out a mist of blood from his mouth. His entire cultivation was completely crippled.

"You!"