"Such a racket," Ye Xuan’s cold voice immediately rang out.
He was naturally the one who had just struck. Too lazy to waste another breath on these people, he showed no mercy—since they had come to kill him, he would return the favor.
The surrounding Cultivators were completely stunned by Ye Xuan’s attack.
"How is your cultivation this strong?!" someone exclaimed in shock.
The scarred man who had just died was at the 6th Layer of the Super Spirit Realm. While not considered a powerhouse, his cultivation was definitely not weak. Yet, he was effortlessly killed by this young man with a single wave of his hand. This youth was far stronger than anyone had imagined.
"Run!"
Some were already chickening out, realizing their cultivation was even lower than the scarred man’s. They had thought this young man was a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, but now it seemed they were the prey, and he was the hunter.
"Since you’re already here, do you really think you can just leave? Did you think I was that easygoing?" Ye Xuan chuckled coldly, preparing to unleash a massacre.
Hua suddenly gestured, "Young Master, there’s no need for you to lift a finger against these people. It would only dirty your hands."
With that, Hua’s body blurred into a series of afterimages beneath the moonlight. She was incredibly fast. She wasn’t fond of dresses, preferring form-fitting clothes instead. With her graceful figure and the Peach Blossom Mask, she looked like a vengeful spirit in the dead of night. Judging from the aura she released, she was at the 8th Layer of the Super Spirit Realm.
Over this recent period, her cultivation seemed to have advanced by two layers. The speed sounded astonishing, but with the Elixirs Ye Xuan provided, it was entirely normal.
Armed with a high-tier spirit-grade longsword, Hua claimed a life with every strike. Blood bloomed in the air. Although her swordsmanship wasn’t particularly profound, very few could actually block it. Out of the fifty assailants, more than half were slaughtered in just a few breaths.
"How is this woman so strong too?! Who exactly are they?!"
"No, run! We’re no match for them!"
Panic set in as the surviving Cultivators desperately fled. The sheer strength of Ye Xuan and Hua had completely exceeded their expectations.
"Heh, a bunch of ants."
Amidst the chaotic crowd, an old man coldly scoffed. While everyone else was running for their lives, he stood motionless, leaning on his cane.
Suddenly, black Spiritual Qi erupted from his body, enveloping him like an awakening Demon King. He was an Evil Cultivator who practiced some sort of Demon Technique, and his aura did not belong to the Super Spirit Realm, but the Demon Spirit Realm! As the black Spiritual Qi shot outward, every Cultivator who ran past him was instantly obliterated.
All of them had to die.
"Hua, come back," Ye Xuan ordered immediately, sensing the danger. There was no way Hua could defeat a 1st Layer Demon Spirit Realm expert.
Wordlessly, Hua returned to Ye Xuan’s side. She sheathed her longsword, her clothes completely devoid of bloodstains.
"Sensed the danger, boy? If you don’t want to die, hand over your Qiankun Bag, and I might just spare your life. Of course, you must hand over this girl to me as well. I’m quite fond of her figure!" The old man’s hoarse yet excited voice echoed as he stared lecherously at Hua.
Hua was wearing a mask, and her figure could indeed be summed up in one word: incredible. Clearly, the old man was a dirty old lecher who had a thing for women with generous curves, a narrow waist, and long, slender legs like hers. However, he probably couldn’t fathom that a woman with such an exquisite physique was actually hideous underneath the mask.
"Heh." Ye Xuan stared at the old man, not saying a single word.
Suddenly, a radiant golden light burst from his body as the Divine-Demonic Overlord Body materialized above his head. The phantom was only two meters tall, meaning Ye Xuan wasn’t using his full strength. That was because this was already more than enough to kill the old man.
Deploying the Butterfly Soft Step, Ye Xuan’s movements became erratic and elusive. He darted left and right at such a speed that the old man could only catch a fleeting afterimage.
Sensing the imminent danger, the old man turned his head, only to see a cold glint rapidly magnifying in his vision. It was a sword, accompanied by an astonishing aura that enveloped the surroundings.
The Sixteen Sword Poem Techniques, First Sword: One Sword Dance Shocks the Heavens.
SWISH!
With a soft slicing sound, blood sprayed into the air. A gaping wound appeared across the old man’s neck. However, Ye Xuan’s strike didn’t completely decapitate him, as he was only using a high-tier spirit-grade weapon.
"Im... Impossible!"
The old man clutched his neck, still clinging to life. His eyes were wide with sheer disbelief. He never imagined that a mere youth could slit his throat with a single strike. He was at the Demon Spirit Realm, after all, while this boy’s aura only indicated the Super Spirit Realm!
But this was no time to be shocked. His breathing was already growing ragged, and he needed to consume Spirit Medicine to heal his wound immediately. Fortunately, he still had one last low-tier ghost-grade Spirit Medicine in his Qiankun Bag.
However, just as he pulled it out and prepared to swallow it, Ye Xuan’s sword descended once more.
The Sixteen Sword Poem Techniques, Second Sword: Solitude Born from the Loathing of Parting.
The momentum of this strike shifted, carrying even greater power. Instead of aiming for the old man’s heart, the sword pierced straight toward his eye.
SQUELCH!
His eyeball ruptured as the tip of the sword burst out from the back of his head.
The old man’s hand was still hovering near his mouth, the Spirit Medicine uneaten, as his body crashed to the ground. His remaining eye was opened wide—he had clearly died with a burning grievance. Damn it, he hadn’t even unleashed a single move!
As an Evil Cultivator, his Demon Techniques allowed him to kill those at higher cultivation layers. Yet, due to his own carelessness, he had died at the hands of a young boy.
The moment Ye Xuan finished off the old man, Hua sprang back into action. The remaining onlookers who hadn’t fled far were swiftly hunted down and slaughtered.
A dozen breaths later, the scene finally fell silent.
All fifty of the people who had come to kill Ye Xuan were dead. Not a single one managed to escape. Once Ye Xuan made his move, he never intended to leave any survivors.
Now, Ye Xuan began collecting his spoils, tossing all of their Qiankun Bags into his Storage Ring. Once he finished sweeping the battlefield, he didn’t leave. Instead, he turned his gaze toward a pitch-black corner.
"Are you still not coming out? Or did you change your mind and decide to let me go?"
As Ye Xuan spoke, Mou Dahai’s figure emerged from the ruins, accompanied by Mou Liubing.
Mou Dahai looked at Ye Xuan, furrowing his brow. He had witnessed the entire battle just now, and Ye Xuan’s strength had completely caught him off guard! This brat was actually capable of killing a Demon Spirit Realm expert! Who exactly was he? Did he have some powerful backing behind him? Otherwise, how could he have dared to completely disrespect the Mou family at the auction?
"Grandfather, are we going to make a move?" Mou Liubing asked. His resolve to kill Ye Xuan was also wavering a little. Was it possible that this boy came from another Three-Star Main Town, only arriving here to attend the auction?
Beside him, Mou Dahai remained silent, deep in thought. After a long while, he finally made up his mind.
"Young man, I don’t care about your identity or your background. Today, you will not walk out of Mou Family Town alive! I will be taking your life."
As his voice fell, a dazzling burst of Spiritual Qi erupted from Mou Dahai’s body, illuminating the entire ruin. The moment this aura appeared, Ye Xuan felt his legs go weak.
The Eighth Elder of the Mou family was actually at the 4th Layer of the Demon Spirit Realm! In a Three-Star Town, such cultivation was considered absolutely formidable.