Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Ye Xiwen's long saber danced in his hand. His true qi burst forth in an instant as he slashed out a curtain of blades, knocking aside the three guards' sabers.
Ye Xiwen was certain to win against any one of the three in a one-on-one fight. However, these three had clearly practiced a combined attack technique. With the three joining forces, their power increased greatly.
"Kill him!" the three guards shouted as their three sabers slashed toward Ye Xiwen together.
"I'm afraid none of you will get the chance!" Ye Xiwen said coldly.
His long saber flashed with dazzling light.
"Crescent Moon Slash, First Slash!"
With this slash, one guard's saber was nearly knocked from his hand.
Bang!
The second slash!
Its power surged sharply beyond the first.
Bang!
The third slash carried such terrifying force that it cleaved the guard, man and saber alike, into two halves.
"Fourth Brother!" the remaining two guards cried out in grief and fury.
"Second Brother, run! Tell the Young City Lord to avenge us!" the leader of the guards said bitterly.
The leader of the two guards stared venomously at Ye Xiwen. After throwing out a threat, he was about to let Second Brother escape.
Second Brother did not hesitate in the slightest. He turned and sprang toward the rooftop, intending to flee.
"Trying to run?" Ye Xiwen sneered. Since they had come to hunt him down, there was no need for courtesy. Four Houtian Ninth Stage experts were no small loss even to the Da Qing City Lord's Manor.
Ye Xiwen slashed out with his saber. A brilliant blade radiance instantly carved a dazzling black streak across the sky as it shot straight toward Second Brother.
Splurt! Second Brother had no way to dodge in midair. He was directly cleaved in two by the blade radiance and fell from the sky.
"Second Brother!" The leader was grief-stricken beyond measure. His venomous gaze seemed ready to kill Ye Xiwen outright. "You little beast, you killed my brothers! I won't let you go!"
"The moment you came to hunt me down, your fate was already sealed. I bore no grudge against you, yet you came to kill me. The sins of Heaven may yet be forgiven; sins brought on by oneself cannot be escaped!" Ye Xiwen sneered and lunged at the leader.
The guard leader had not expected things to end this way. Madness flashed through his eyes as he attacked Ye Xiwen frenziedly.
The two figures tangled in battle, colliding fiercely.
Splurt! After several exchanges, Ye Xiwen swung his saber backhandedly and killed the guard leader.
Ye Xiwen found more than two thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones on the four guards. Not only did this make up for the loss from being swindled by Zhao Qiyan, it even earned him a small profit, bringing the Spirit Stones in his possession back up to six thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones.
Ye Xiwen returned to the inn where he was staying and immediately entered seclusion, making every preparation for the auction three days later.
Ye Xiwen first began cultivating the Overlord Body Art. According to its description, it refined the physical body into a constitution known as the Overlord Body. At profound levels, one could tear Gods and Devils apart with bare hands. It was said to be a cultivation art practiced by some great figure in ancient times, though the details were vague. Moreover, it only contained the first layer. Yet even with only one layer, the Overlord Body Art was no weaker than an ordinary mid-grade cultivation art in terms of power.
The most overbearing part was that, just as its name implied, it was tyrannical beyond measure. After cultivating the Overlord Body Art, Ye Xiwen would no longer be able to cultivate any other body-tempering arts. This was why the Sky Silver Merchant Association had put it up for auction. If it had contained the later cultivation methods, the Overlord Body Art would undoubtedly have been an extremely formidable body-tempering art. But with only the first layer, it was simply a trap. No matter how powerful the first layer of the Overlord Body Art was, it was still only the first layer. For ordinary independent martial artists, it was already quite good, but to a giant like the Sky Silver Auction House, it was somewhat tasteless. They possessed countless body-tempering arts stronger than the Overlord Body Art.
Yet for Ye Xiwen, it was the most suitable cultivation art possible. Just its first layer could rival a mid-grade cultivation art, which showed how formidable the Overlord Body Art was. More importantly, while the Overlord Body Art was as tasteless as chicken ribs to others, he could use the special space to deduce its later cultivation methods. As long as he had Spirit Stones, none of this was a problem.
For him, there could not have been a more suitable cultivation art than the Overlord Body Art.
As Ye Xiwen continuously burned Spirit Stones and poured them into the special space, all the mysteries of the Overlord Body Art emerged before his eyes. He felt as if his fleshly body were being torn apart and reassembled, torn apart and reassembled. The cells of his ripped-open body reformed according to an enigmatic structure.
Ye Xiwen's face alternated between green and white, cold sweat streaming down him. Cultivating the Overlord Body Art was even more painful than he had imagined. It felt as though he were being torn apart alive and then put back together. Anyone with even a slightly weaker will would have fainted from the pain.
Yet despite the extreme agony, Ye Xiwen did not stop, because he could clearly feel his strength rising at a tremendous pace. Even when he had drunk large quantities of Monkey Wine before, he had never experienced such a sensation.
The feeling of being painfully torn apart on one side and utterly exhilarated on the other made Ye Xiwen feel as though he had fallen into a realm of ice and fire.
Time passed second by second as Ye Xiwen struggled amid pain and exhilaration.
Boom! As if he had broken through some barrier, a series of crackling sounds rang out from Ye Xiwen's body, and his strength underwent another explosive surge.
Ye Xiwen had originally possessed the strength of seventy tigers, but he gained another twenty tiger strengths. He could now rely on brute strength alone to contend against great experts in the late Houtian Ninth Stage. He was not far from the ninety-nine tiger strengths of the Houtian Ninth Stage Peak, and this was only after cultivating the first layer of the Overlord Body Art to the level of entering the hall.
Ye Xiwen estimated that if he cultivated the first layer of the Overlord Body Art to the minor accomplishment realm, he might directly break through to the strength of one flying dragon and even contend with Xiantian Experts.
The dragon race was the most terrifying race in this world, but pure-blooded dragons had vanished in an unimaginably distant age, leaving behind only some draconic offshoots. Flying dragons were one such dragon race with relatively thin bloodlines. Martial artists used the strength of a flying dragon as the standard, decreeing that after surpassing ninety-nine tiger strengths, one possessed the strength of one flying dragon.
The limit of the Houtian peak was ninety-nine tiger strengths, but Ye Xiwen estimated that if the first layer of the Overlord Body Art could be cultivated to the minor accomplishment realm, he could probably break directly through to the strength of one flying dragon.
It truly was a cultivation art so awesome it was beyond all measure. Ye Xiwen felt deeply that he had not bought the wrong art this time. Although it had brought Zhao Qiyan down on him, Ye Xiwen had no regrets.
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