Primordial Divine Emperor

Chapter 568 - 252: The Ning Clan’s Shock, Old Faces Reappear (Part 3)

"Do you mean someone is creating a terrifying illusion of him, trying to kill someone with borrowed power?" The senior disciple of the Divine Sword Sect pondered.

It was obvious that most people had thought of this layer.

Nalan Linyun sneered upon hearing this, seemingly thinking deeper, "Besides, there might be another conclusion. Do you think it’s possible that no one is actually targeting him, and these messages are just spread by himself?"

"You mean it’s Ye Xiaofan himself spreading them?" The other was puzzled, "I am dull, somewhat unclear. Why do you say that, Brother Nalan?"

Nalan Linyun spoke confidently, "Imagine describing him as so terrifying, is it possible he wants the Saint Heir and Saintess of the Divine Sword Sect to protect him?"

Upon hearing this, that senior disciple of the Divine Sword Sect was slightly stunned, and subconsciously started pondering.

A while later.

"No, no, even if Yao Xifeng take action, they might not be able to protect him. This way, he would have no benefits and might even put himself in danger." The senior disciple analyzed.

If really wanting to attract attention from Yao Xifeng and others for protection, so much information might be too aggressive, only counterproductive.

Nalan Linyun persistently, "If these messages are fake in the first place, then why not spread terrifyingly? Once exposed, everyone’s intent to kill him would greatly reduce, without any loss, but successfully gaining Yao Xifeng’s protection."

Indeed, Nalan Linyun analyzed thoroughly, fundamentally not believing that person’s terrifying rumors are true, sometimes underestimating opponents can make a wise person foolish.

Moreover, although Nalan Linyun is a True Self Realm expert, he is far from contacting the Saint Heir and Saintess of the Divine Sword Sect, his information just based on rumors.

Seeing the other not fully convinced, Nalan Linyun thought briefly, a smirk on his lips, and continued to deduce.

"This matter cannot be superiorly scrutinized. Think about it, defeating hundreds of monstrous rookies from the Hundred Sects on the Heaven-Reaching Road, who do you think Ye Xiaofan is? If he can do this, wouldn’t his power compare to those ancient monstrous figures?"

"Do you think, with just Ye Xiaofan, he can contend with the older monstrous figures?"

After Nalan Linyun finished speaking, he sneered disdainfully, while the other instantaneously realized, showing a look of reasonability.

"Thinking from this perspective, it indeed seems unlikely, which negates everything, without the power of those old monstrous figures, it’s impossible to be enemies with hundreds of new monstrous rookies, let alone killing them all."

"Brother Nalan’s foresight is admirable, making me slightly underestimate this Ye Xiaofan."

"Just a small figure, maybe Luo Qingxian gave him the idea, a clown causing no big waves."

After speaking, the two shook their heads and couldn’t help but show a mocking expression.

However, just as Nalan Linyun’s words fell, seemingly in response.

Suddenly.

Boom—!!!

A tremendous sound echoed through the void, originating from behind the heights of the Vast Battlefield, deafening.

As the loud noise erupted, a world-shocking power storm came from the other side of the mountain peak, terrifying beyond measure, unimaginable.

Simultaneously.

On the other end of the heights.

A world-shocking figure emerged, engulfing the heavens and earth with terrifying aura, stunning, yet at this moment, the exceedingly terrifying figure was extraordinarily miserable, under the bombardment of the Sword Qi, appearing extremely desolate, hair scattered, fleeing madly like a dog with its tail between its legs.

This person was none other than Yunmo Wentuo, the foremost among the "Divine Mountain" under the Demonic Dao Sect, one of the peak representatives of the Demon Sword Sect’s old monstrous figures.

Now, Yunmo Wentuo no longer had the former world-shocking dominance, instead, looked extremely panicked, eyes full of terror, gazing behind like seeing Death God, terrified to the extreme.

"Faster, faster, ahead is the battlefield of the ultimate battle; once inside, one can survive, definitely survive."

Yunmo Wentuo shouted madly in his heart, simultaneously coughing blood while resisting, the terror within him reached its peak.

With prolonged escapes, he found that frightening figure behind seemed increasingly terrifying, particularly almost losing several times during clashes in the void.

Now, Yunmo Wentuo just wanted to survive, desperately racing towards the ultimate battleground of the Righteous and Demonic Dao. Once inside, he could seek aid from more frightening Saint Heirs and Saintesses, at worse, there’s the righteous Yitian sitting; there’s his only hope to survive.

Behind Yunmo Wentuo.

Ye Xiaofan swung his sword, soaring through the air, speed constantly surging, eyes devoid of emotional fluctuations, as if the terrifyingly astonishing figure ahead was already a dead man, just a matter of time.

Boom—!!!

Another terrifying Sword Qi descended from the sky.

Sword Qi shattered the skies, world-shocking, covering the ten directions, leaving Yunmo Wentuo with no room for evasion.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the terrifying power of the world-shocking Sword Qi, Yunmo Wentuo’s face changed drastically, eyes filled with extremity of panic, yet had to meet this sword head-on.

He suddenly turned and swung a knife desperately, even sacrificing a terrifying Spiritual Artifact to explode, countering the Sword Qi with a strike.

Tremendous power exploded in endless high skies, deafening, seeing the distant Luo Qingxian and others who were catching up with full eyes shocked and amazed.

At the instant of the two forces’ explosion, world-shocking aftermath swept all directions, striking Yunmo Wentuo like being hit by a massive block, flying backward, coughing blood, but using the recoil to escape further.

This deafening terrifying loud noise instantly attracted the attention of the other side of the peak, interrupting Nalan Linyun’s conversation.

Yunmo Wentuo barely survived a sword and subsequently propelled backward, moments later, reaching the height of the peak, soon crossing this natural barrier.

"Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha...."

On crossing the height of the peak, seemingly seeing hope for life, Yunmo Wentuo couldn’t help but laugh loudly, instinctively stopping at the peak, looked down slightly taunting at Ye Xiaofan, "Ha ha ha ha, Ye Xiaofan, you have no chance now, you can’t kill me anymore, ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha."

Yunmo Wentuo said, laughing even more wildly, in his view, once entering the Ultimate Battlefield, people like Yitian would certainly rescue him, and as for Ye Xiaofan, there’s no shortage of terrifying entities wanting to kill him, hence Yunmo Wentuo concluded that figure dare not enter the Ultimate Battlefield.

After all, analyzing all aspects, avoiding the edge is the most sensible choice.

Thinking so, Yunmo Wentuo as if fed himself a tranquilizer, even more complacent, fearing Ye Xiaofan knew nothing about what was beyond, deliberately pointed at the other side with his corner of the mouth raised:

"Ye, do you know what’s behind this peak? Let me tell you honestly, beyond this peak lies the ultimate battlefield of the Righteous and Demonic Dao, know why I’m fleeing here?"

Yunmo Wentuo said, unaware of any face-saving, compared to death, nothing matters, after finishing his sentence, his mouth slightly raised, continued, "Yes, I admit, I’m not as skilled, not your opponent, but unfortunately, you’ve lost the best opportunity to kill me."

"Beyond this peak, countless want you dead; Wentuo can’t kill you, doesn’t mean no one can. The Ultimate Battlefield has more than enough to send you to hell, too many to count on one hand; if you dare, come kill me, I’ll wait for you in the Ultimate Battlefield."

Watching the exceedingly arrogant Yunmo Wentuo, Ye Xiaofan holding his sword, also slowly halted, frowning deeply.

Though he hadn’t yet crossed the peak, the deafening battle noise from the other side was loud, even from such distances feeling the vast power fluctuation emanating from beyond.

Seeing Ye Xiaofan stationary, Yunmo Wentuo seemed increasingly confident, ready to continue speaking, yet in the next moment, his face turned pale with fright.