685 Is It So? (1/2)

It seemed as if only a moment had passed.

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes again, pulled out the Sickle of God's Wrath from the ground, and stepped forward.

As soon as he was less than 100 meters away, the sword of qi engaged in combat with the white knight already sensed his return. The phantom in gleam of the sword turned back and cast him a look, his expression strange.

Back?

The little asshole actually came back?

Did he get stung by his conscience?

Or is some goddamn idea brewing up in his treacherous mind?

The head of House Yuan withdrew his gaze, and the sword of qi changed, separating into two wisps. It was as if two swordsmen were attacking at the same time, cooperating with one another, one attacking and one defending, in harmony and without conflict

He had made up his mind to stabilize the situation first. If the little devil is really here to help, then all is well. If he still attempts to use any sinister tricks, then don't blame me for being mean.

Although striking such an undead monster was somewhat constraining, the art of killing that was the actual forte of House Yuan wasn't to be taken lightly.

But soon, he began to doubt his perception.

It was because Ye Qingxuan's unhurried voice sounded.

”Senior, may I trouble you to keep a distance later?”

Ye Qingxuan suggested to the gleam of the sword from afar. ”Both of us are of the Deva bloodline, it'll be a pity if I accidentally injure you.”

The head of House Yuan was momentarily shocked and laughed.

He laughed out of anger.

Accidentally injure me?

Even the head of House Bai, who is generally recognized as the strongest among the previous generation, dare not talk to me like that when he is standing in front of me. Where is the confidence of this junior who is not even 30 years old coming from?

At the moment, such a considerate reminder seemed more like ridicule.

”Alright, then I'll stop.” The old man in the gleam of sword snickered. ”Go on, if you're as good as you claim to be.”

Upon saying so, the sword of qi divided itself, in a moment, it split from two to four, from four to eight, and in the end, the metallic gleam sliding around was gone, only leaving countless dust-like specks of starlight floating around in nothingness.

They couldn't be touched, nor could they be caught.

They had turned incorporeal.

— The Alkaid Sword Movement.

Like the stars hanging high above the skies, it adhered to a strict order and was invincible. Obeying the controller's will, the incorporeal stars in the sky could materialize any time, and the stars would gather together and strike a thunderous blow.

The sword could strike a catastrophe, and naturally it could strike people too.

”That would be great, senior, please be on standby.”

As if he didn't sense a chill vaguely entangling him, Ye Qingxuan waved and smiled, his tone unceremonious. In fact, he was one step short of asking the old man to cheer and wave his banner for him, and his attitude made the expression of the head of House Yuan even colder.

”Kid, don't brag too much, or you might twist your tongue in the wind,” said the old man.

Bang!

What answered him was the sound of Firebird scraping against the air.

The crown of light hovering on top of Ye Qingxuan's head corresponded with the sweeping Firebird according to his will. A massive amount of golden brilliance gathered, covering him. But it completed a qualitative change in midair, inducting from 'fixed' to 'changing', as if it had changed from stone to fire.

Dragon's breath!