Chapter 723: Cutting Off Iron Lion's Head

A flash of blade light!

Like the sun rising in the early morning, at first just a tiny tip peeking through the clouds on the horizon!

A thin, faint sliver of golden light.

By the time you notice it, the blazing red sun is already right before your eyes.

It was a toy-like blade, its handle bright red, its body looking like plastic.

The kind of cheap, ordinary toy a child would hold.

But this strike carried the rising sun of dawn.

If Jiang Rou's blade carried death.

Then this strike represented endless, boundless vitality.

It was Ye!

At the moment everyone thought the battle was over.

Despair descended!

It was also the perfect moment for Ye to strike!

That blade finally swung out.

There had been at least dozens of meters between them, but that span was crossed in an instant.

The blade light aimed straight for the tall, thin figure.

The blade light closed in!

The tall, thin figure looked at the approaching danger with surprise.

As if not quite understanding what was happening.

Or perhaps curious about what this blade light actually was.

As for the emotion of fear.

It simply didn't exist!

The blade light swept across the tall figure's neck.

A large head flew up, looking utterly grotesque in the blood-red moonlight.

When the head hit the ground.

It transformed into a flower.

As if that blade had merely cut down a single bloom.

"Such a beautiful flower, why did you have to pluck it?"

A gentle voice carried a hint of regret.

"Humans always think they are the spiritual crown of all creation, harming everything else to benefit themselves alone!"

"You never once considered that flowers also have lives!"

"Flowers, just like you, have their own feelings, their own existence!"

"They are treated so carelessly, simply because of your whims!"

"Humanity... you... are truly stupid!"

The tall figure sighed, wearing an expression of pity for the world.

"Run!"

Xu Linhao shouted desperately, sprinting madly toward Ye's position.

But Ye couldn't move at all at that moment.

Because his legs had already sprouted a full bloom of flowers.

He could feel the roots taking hold and growing inside his legs.

He could feel his flesh being absorbed by those roots.

He himself was becoming fertilizer for those flowers.

The flowers growing on his legs bloomed brilliantly!

Beautifully!

Knife Sharpener Sequence! Ye!

Death!

Another member of the encirclement force was dead!

"Damn it!"

Iron Lion was enraged, adjusting the cannon barrel toward the tall figure.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Big Fool, what are you doing?"

Iron Lion's heart jolted. Two heads turned to look at the source of the voice.

At that moment, the tall, thin figure was standing right behind Iron Lion.

Like an old friend, the distance between them was extremely close.

"Such a big frame, you'd make excellent flower fertilizer too!"

"Perhaps some extraordinary flowers might bloom from your body!"

"Big Fool, do you know? In this world, many things can be missing, but... flowers absolutely cannot!"

Mad Lion opened its mouth to roar, trying to say something, but just then, a flower grew out from its mouth.

Flower sprouts also appeared in the pupils of its eyes!

At the same time.

Itching sensations erupted across Iron Lion's entire body all at once.

That itching transformed into pain in an instant.

Agonizing, piercing pain.

As if someone had planted seeds inside his body.

Living things were growing on his flesh.

This feeling...

Mad Lion flew into a rage, reaching up to rip out the flowers in its mouth and eyes.

But the moment it raised its hands, those thick arms were also covered in flowers.

Blooms scattered across every inch of both arms.

Red, green, yellow, blue, purple...

Every kind of flower imaginable!

Some delicate, some fresh, some pure, some wanton...

"Iron Lion!"

Chen Ye watched with eyes nearly splitting apart in fury.

If you asked who in the entire convoy was the dumbest, it was undoubtedly Iron Lion.

But if you asked who Chen Ye trusted the most in the entire convoy?

It wasn't Chu Che, not Sun Xixi, not even Dantai Bie. It was this big fool.

Back when he asked Doctor Luo to perform surgery on him.

Chen Ye would only let Iron Lion help him. No one else would do.

The Smoke Breath Mist expanded exponentially in that instant!

Throughout this entire battle, Chen Ye had never intended to reveal his trump cards.

Because every one of those ultimate techniques came with unpredictable side effects.

Take Blood Moon Summoning, for example.

Once he used that, for a long time afterward.

He would be an ordinary person, without a trace of Spiritual Energy in his body.

If he failed to kill his enemy, he would be the one to die.

Then there was Spirit Infusion. Whether summoning the Resentment Dragon or the Tangled Crowd.

Once Chen Ye brought them out, it was impossible to tell whether they would end up friend or foe!

Besides, with so many Sequence 4s this time, he didn't need to act.

So from the very start until now, aside from sneak attacks, Chen Ye had hardly any chance to make a move.

Mainly because even if he did attack, he wouldn't have dealt much damage to Xu Wan earlier.

Truth be told, in this battle, everyone except the Sequence 4s was just along for the ride.

But now... Iron Lion was about to die!

Chen Ye was finally furious.

Sun Xixi wanted to save Iron Lion, but she had just unleashed her ultimate move.

The Supernatural Power inside her body hadn't recovered at all.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Three arrows came flying in succession.

Number One had made her move.

Three flesh-formed arrows streaked through the air, forming a straight line against the blood moon.

The tall figure glanced in Number One's direction, then vanished from the spot entirely.

In the gap left by the tall figure's disappearance.

A wisp of Green Smoke drifted in.

Chen Ye materialized from the smoke.

By now, Iron Lion's entire body was covered in flowers. He looked like nothing more than a human-shaped flower vase.

Iron Lion opened his mouth, mustering the last of his strength to force out a single word: "Run!"

This idiot. At a moment like this, he was still thinking about making Chen Ye escape!

Chen Ye's blood-colored eye flickered. Without hesitation, without even a second of pause, he drew Hatred from behind his waist.

One slash!

Blood sprayed into the air!

Iron Lion's massive head flew off.

His body, robbed of its head, collapsed softly like a demolished high-rise building.