The ripples hadn’t even faded yet when Ye Xunhuan shot out like a flood dragon breaking the sea’s surface, longsword in hand, man and sword as one, stabbing straight toward Jun Wuhui.
"Whoosh!"
The terrifying speed whipped up a shrill wind. In just an instant Ye Xunhuan was in front of Jun Wuhui, the blade in his hand driving viciously toward Jun Wuhui’s chest.
Jun Wuhui’s pupils shrank into the most dangerous pinpoints, and at the same time a bad premonition surged up in his heart.
"Swish!"
With this thrust, Ye Xunhuan completely fused the "thrust" formula of the sword technique into his speed. This strike could only be called a heaven-shocking thrust!
Facing this heaven-shocking thrust from Ye Xunhuan, Jun Wuhui swung out the blade in his hand almost purely by instinct to block!
But no one expected that at this moment, the sword in Ye Xunhuan’s hand suddenly changed, turning from thrust to slash, chopping down toward Jun Wuhui at lightning speed.
As the sword chopped down, the air before it seemed to shatter apart, unbearably shrill.
"Crash!"
The fierce Sword Qi fell from the sky like an ice blade.
This abrupt change in moves made Jun Wuhui’s face drastically change; his heart gave a hard jolt, and then, almost instinctively, he tried to dodge to the side!
Although Jun Wuhui’s reaction was very timely and he responded in the very first instant, the sword in Ye Xunhuan’s hand was even faster, still chopping off Jun Wuhui’s left arm.
"Puff!"
A dull sound rang out. The sword in Ye Xunhuan’s hand sliced through Jun Wuhui’s left arm like cutting tofu.
Ye Xunhuan severed Jun Wuhui’s arm right at the shoulder. The searing pain made Jun Wuhui let out a miserable howl, and scarlet blood gushed crazily from the wound.
The next moment, Ye Xunhuan’s figure flickered; in a flash he was in front of Jun Wuhui. His whole body sprang, leaping up, and both legs slammed hard into Jun Wuhui’s chest!
"Bang bang bang..."
Several kicks in a row all landed on Jun Wuhui’s body, the terrifying force blasting Jun Wuhui flying!
"Clang!"
After a brief glide through the air, Jun Wuhui’s whole body smashed heavily onto the ground.
As soon as he hit the ground, Jun Wuhui’s mouth opened wide and a mouthful of scarlet blood sprayed out, shockingly bright.
At the same time, the battle between the Old Monster and Jun Tianyou also reached its end!
After the sword in the Old Monster’s hand stabbed into Jun Tianyou’s chest, he pulled it out in an instant, then cleanly and decisively swung again, directly chopping off Jun Tianyou’s head.
After doing all this, the Old Monster simply tossed the sword in his hand away, letting it stick upright into the ground, while he stood behind his back with his hands clasped, his whole person like a peerless master of an era, so aloof and overbearing it bordered on arrogance.
Defeat!
In this moment, Jun Wuhui and Jun Tianyou were utterly defeated. Jun Tianyou had been slain by the Old Monster, and Jun Wuhui had had an arm chopped off by Ye Xunhuan, then taken several kicks square to the chest from Ye Xunhuan in succession, so his internal organs all felt displaced, burning and agonized!
Now, even the slightest movement from Jun Wuhui sent a heart-drilling pain surging through his entire body.
Then Ye Xunhuan darted forward, arriving right in front of Jun Wuhui, and set the blade in his hand directly against Jun Wuhui’s neck.
Jun Wuhui didn’t resist; he just lay there quietly on the ground.
He knew he no longer had any chance, no chance at all to turn this around. Jun Tianyou was already dead, and he himself was heavily wounded. The people he’d brought this time had been completely wiped out. He had no chance of leaving.
"Jun Wuhui, you’ve lost!"
Jun Wuhui, his face deathly pale, looked at Ye Xunhuan and said expressionlessly, "You have a good wife. She knows you must pacify the internal before fighting the external."
"She knows her place, understands when to advance and retreat. You married a good wife. Qin Fenghuang’s eye is truly venomous enough."
Jun Wuhui really envied Ye Xunhuan, truly did.
He envied Ye Xunhuan for having a wife as good as Qiu Ruoxi.
No matter how Ye Xunhuan treated her, the first thing she thought of was to clean up the outsiders first, and then talk about domestic matters.
Once the outsiders were dealt with, then however their domestic matters were handled was fine, without worrying about outsiders taking advantage of the chaos.
"My wife is naturally not lacking."
"Ye Xunhuan, she is very good. Don’t let her down. If you lose her, you may never find another woman like that."
Maybe because a dying man’s words tend to be kind, Jun Wuhui didn’t say anything else, but spoke with full sincerity to Ye Xunhuan: "None of the women around you can compare to Qiu Ruoxi!"
Jun Wuhui bore no hatred and no resentment. His whole demeanor was very calm, completely opposite to how he’d been the first time he made a move on Ye Xunhuan.
"Naturally, I won’t lose her."
"And I’ll give you a parting line."
"Speak."
"Lin Yuhai isn’t easy to deal with. If you go up against him, you will die. No matter who you have by your side, you have no chance of winning." Jun Wuhui said with utmost seriousness, "Break the void and enter the real. Only then can you win."
"Go look for Marquis Zhuge’s things. Go read the histories, go check the unofficial histories. There are clues in there."
Ye Xunhuan was stunned. Why was this guy suddenly telling him all this?
The next moment, Jun Wuhui slowly stood up from the ground, then said to Ye Xunhuan, "Ye Xunhuan, send me on my final road."
As he spoke, Jun Wuhui forced himself to endure the pain in his body and swung out the blade in his hand.
But just as Jun Wuhui’s blade started to swing, the sword in Ye Xunhuan’s hand was already stabbing into Jun Wuhui’s body!
"Puff!"
The sharp sword pierced straight through Jun Wuhui’s body.
Blood trickled from the corner of Jun Wuhui’s mouth, making his whole face look twisted and terrifying; especially with Jun Wuhui still smiling, it was even more frightening.
"Ye... Ye Fanchen... is... not a... a good..."
Before he could finish, all life left Jun Wuhui. His head drooped, clearly dead beyond any doubt.
And Ye Xunhuan was once again stunned.
What did Jun Wuhui’s final sentence mean?
Why was he telling him these things?
Ye Xunhuan couldn’t figure it out, couldn’t think it through.
After all, he wasn’t familiar with Jun Wuhui; he’d only met Jun Wuhui twice.
Though Ye Xunhuan wasn’t familiar with Jun Wuhui, he still buried those words deep in his heart and remembered them.
After all, you shouldn’t harbor the intent to harm others, but you must never lack the intent to guard against them. And ever since he’d met Ye Fanchen that time, he hadn’t seen him again.
Ye Xunhuan pulled the sword from Jun Wuhui’s body, then slowly turned to look at Qiu Ruoxi.
He knew that what he had to face next was his own wife.