Chapter 609: In Peril

"Kill!"

Although he knew his domain was no longer effective against Ye Xuan, Wen Yanhui still pushed it to its absolute limit, enveloping the space around Ye Xuan.

At the same time, Profound flowed from his body as he launched a continuous stream of attacks at Ye Xuan. Golden palms, like a dark cloud blotting out the sun, swarmed toward him.

He had already figured it out. Since the Golden River Grand Hand Seal couldn’t lock onto Ye Xuan, why insist on using it? With his cultivation as a Tier Eight First Layer Martial Emperor against a mere Tier Seven First Layer Martial King, capturing him should be effortless, no matter how heaven-defying the boy was.

With this thought, Wen Yanhui pushed his attacks to their absolute limit.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Stream after stream of golden palms attacked madly. Ye Xuan, his gaze sharp, swung the Sword of Judgment, crazily hacking at the palms. Instantly, the air filled with the sound of explosions.

Under the force of the astonishing explosions, the surrounding trees and rocks shattered, turning to dust.

WHOOSH!

Forced back by Wen Yanhui’s assault, Ye Xuan’s face grew pale.

’There really is a huge gap between me and a Tier Eight First Layer Martial Emperor.’

He sighed inwardly. At his current cultivation level, killing a Tier Seven Peak Martial King wouldn’t be a problem, but against a Tier Eight First Layer Martial Emperor like Wen Yanhui, he was immediately outmatched.

First, a Tier Eight Martial Emperor possessed the power of a domain.

While this domain power couldn’t completely bind Ye Xuan, it severely restricted his movements, greatly limiting his speed and agility during the fight.

Second, Wen Yanhui was a Martial Emperor from Infinite Mountain. The Cultivation Technique and martial arts he practiced were far from ordinary, and their power was astounding.

"Hahaha, boy, are you feeling hopeless? Don’t worry, I won’t kill you right away. I’ll capture you and torture you slowly, until you’re begging for death but can’t have it."

Wen Yanhui cackled viciously, relentlessly attacking Ye Xuan. Amidst the violent roars, Ye Xuan was continuously forced back.

BOOM-CRACK!

Amidst the constant attacks, Wen Yanhui suddenly seized an opportunity. He threw a punch, and the instant the fist’s shadow left his body, it transformed into a roaring, furious dragon that slammed into Ye Xuan.

The furious dragon contained terrifying power and instantly shattered the protective Profound on Ye Xuan’s body. The dragon’s head smashed violently against his chest.

"Hmph."

Ye Xuan let out a muffled grunt and was sent flying, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth. A Tier Seven profound armor he wore inside cracked open.

"Eh? He’s not seriously injured after taking my punch?"

Wen Yanhui spoke in surprise. His punch would have heavily injured an ordinary Tier Seven Peak Martial King, yet Ye Xuan, a mere Tier Seven First Layer Martial King, had actually withstood it. This was quite unexpected.

"Hehe, but I’d like to see just how many of my attacks you can block, boy."

Wen Yanhui wasn’t in a hurry. A mocking look even appeared on his face. He realized that as long as he wasn’t arrogant or impatient and just attacked slowly, Ye Xuan could only hastily defend and had no ability to counterattack. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before he captured his opponent; it would just take a little longer.

’Looks like this isn’t working.’

Ye Xuan stared icily at Wen Yanhui, his gaze cold and detached.

He had just broken out in a cold sweat himself.

Fortunately, back in Ancient Yang City, his Nine-Revolutions Sacred Body had broken through to the Fifth Transformation, greatly increasing his Defense Power. Otherwise, that last strike would have left him severely wounded.

But if this continued, Ye Xuan knew clearly that he would ultimately be unable to escape death.

A glint flashed in Ye Xuan’s eyes. ’It seems this is the only way,’ he thought. ’I hope it works in one fell swoop.’

The reason he had lured Wen Yanhui out alone was precisely because he had a method to kill him. He just wasn’t sure if it would work. But given the current situation, he had no other choice.

At once, a thought crossed his mind.

BZZZT!

An invisible Soul Power burst from Ye Xuan’s body. This Soul Power flickered in the void, forming strange Soul Seals. These Soul Seals then connected with one another, unexpectedly forming a vast Soul Power Array that enveloped Wen Yanhui.

Wen Yanhui was stunned. "Is this a Soul Seal Array?" he exclaimed in shock.

Having spent so much time with Liang Yu, the Soul Refining master from Infinite Mountain, he naturally knew what a Soul Seal Array was. It was a grand Array that used Soul Power as its foundation and Soul Sense as its chains, and its power was astonishing.

However, Soul Seal Arrays were extremely difficult to deploy. He had heard Master Liang Yu say that even he only knew a few of the most rudimentary Soul Seal Arrays. Thus, he was shocked when Ye Xuan deployed one.

BZZ! BZZ! BZZ!

Streams of light pulsed from the Soul Seal Array Ye Xuan had released, and a terrifying Soul Power enveloped Wen Yanhui.

Wen Yanhui immediately felt his mind grow dizzy, and the circulation of Profound in his body became sluggish.

"Die."

At the same time, Ye Xuan let out a sudden, cold shout and thrust his sword at Wen Yanhui. The black Sword of Judgment instantly transformed into a dragon of lightning and thunder, slamming into Wen Yanhui’s body.

BOOM-CRACK.

The protective Profound on Wen Yanhui’s body trembled violently. Because the Profound within him was suppressed, it seemed unable to withstand the attack and was on the verge of shattering.

This made Wen Yanhui’s old face flush red. If word got out that a Tier Eight First Layer Martial Emperor like him couldn’t block the attack of a Tier Seven First Layer Martial King, he would probably be laughed to death by the other elders of Infinite Mountain.

Wen Yanhui couldn’t help but sneer, "Boy, do you think you can stand against me with just a Soul Seal Array? How foolish."

As his voice fell, the phantom of a golden stone suddenly appeared above his head, releasing a terrifying martial soul power.

At the same time, BZZ-BZZ-BZZ-BZZ-BZZ-BZZ, a series of seven star rings instantly appeared above Wen Yanhui’s head.

Wen Yanhui had heard about the origins of the Soul Seal Array from Liang Yu, so he naturally knew how to break it. When a Martial Artist encountered a Soul Seal Array, the only method was to counter it with their own martial soul power. A martial soul and Soul Power were very similar, and it could effectively counteract the side effects of a Soul Seal Array.

Sure enough, after releasing his martial soul, Wen Yanhui felt his body lighten, and the Profound inside him returned to normal. The terrifying martial soul power spread out, instantly and completely eliminating the side effects of the Soul Seal Array.

"Hahaha, boy, let’s see what tricks you have left now."

Wen Yanhui sneered. The seven star rings pulsed rhythmically above his head, emitting streams of golden light. The light merged with his body, and Wen Yanhui’s aura surged in an instant, giving off a feeling of indestructibility.

"Die for me!"

Wen Yanhui roared, his speed skyrocketing in an instant as he smashed a fist down toward Ye Xuan.

"A Seven-Stars martial soul."

Ye Xuan’s face turned ashen as he spoke, his expression grim. This was the highest-rank martial soul he had seen since his rebirth. Boosted by the Seven-Stars martial soul, Wen Yanhui’s strength had nearly doubled in an instant.

At this moment, he could no longer afford to hesitate. He retreated hastily, trying to block Wen Yanhui’s attack, but his opponent was too fast. In a flash of golden light, Wen Yanhui was in front of him, smashing a viciously grinning fist into his chest.

BOOM!

Like a cannonball fired from its barrel, Ye Xuan was sent flying by the punch to his chest. He smashed into the rocky ground below, and with a tremendous crash, a fissure dozens of meters long split the earth, leaving a human-shaped crater before Wen Yanhui.

Wen Yanhui frowned, his expression turning ugly. ’I didn’t actually kill him with one punch, did I?’

He couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. If he had really killed Ye Xuan, Liang Yu would curse him to death later. Thinking of this, he hurriedly landed on the ground and peered into the deep crater.

BOOM!

Just then, a bolt of lightning shot out from the crater. A heavy black sword appeared without a sound, stabbing instantly toward his chest. Wen Yanhui was shocked and retreated hastily, but it was too late. He spat out a mouthful of blood as a sword wound several inches long appeared on his chest, seared by traces of lightning.

Ye Xuan’s clothes were tattered and his hair was a mess. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he gritted his teeth with regret. "What a pity."

If his cultivation were higher, that sword strike could have definitely pierced through Wen Yanhui’s body. Unfortunately, as a mere Tier Seven First Layer, even a sneak attack could only break through his opponent’s protective Profound and leave a small gash. It could only be considered a light injury.

"You brat, you actually managed to injure me."

Wen Yanhui’s eyes burned with fury. He wiped the blood from his mouth and glared ferociously at Ye Xuan.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was covered in a layer of Rock Armor. On the front of the armor was a huge, fist-shaped indentation. It was this Rock Armor that had saved him from dying to Wen Yanhui’s punch.

At the same time, his gaze fell on the space above Ye Xuan’s head. He saw the phantom of an earthen-yellow landscape, and five golden star rings pulsed rhythmically around it, dazzling and splendid.

"Golden star rings."

Wen Yanhui blurted out in shock. He knew very well how difficult it was to form golden star rings. All five of this person’s star rings were golden. Just how much pain must he have endured during his breakthrough?

At this point, Wen Yanhui had to admit that Ye Xuan was the greatest genius he had ever seen. To fight him for so long at only the Tier Seven First Layer, and even manage to wound him—this was the first time he had ever encountered such a thing.

"A pity. No matter how heaven-defying you are, your luck ran out when you met me, Wen Yanhui."

Wen Yanhui grinned, a hint of excitement in his eyes. To be able to snuff out such a genius with his own hands—what a wonderful thing.

Wen Yanhui laughed loudly and charged violently toward Ye Xuan.

SWISH!

In just a flash of golden light, Wen Yanhui was in front of Ye Xuan, landing a punch on his chest.

BOOM-CRACK!

Under the blow, the Rock Armor on Ye Xuan’s body shattered completely, breaking into pieces. At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying back wretchedly.

However, his hands were latched tightly onto Wen Yanhui’s fist, dragging Wen Yanhui back with him. His bloodstained mouth split into a strange grin as he said, "You’re the one whose luck has run out."