Decisive Battle Against Xue Long

"A bunch of trash! Get lost!"

As the two sides were at a stalemate, suddenly, amidst a piercing sonic boom, the Gray Mist rolled back, and a black shadow shot over from a distance, smashing violently towards Ye Cang's body.

"What!"

In an instant, Ye Cang's heart leaped. He hastily shifted his body, narrowly missing the black shadow.

It was a stone over three meters in diameter!

The next moment...

Boom!

Half of the floor instantly vanished. The terrifying power shook the entire building violently.

"Huh? You actually dodged?"

A surprised voice came. The next instant, a black shadow rushed from behind. With a few flashes, he had already arrived in front of Ye Cang.

"Xue Long!"

Ye Cang's expression was somewhat solemn. He gripped the God Slaying Sword tightly in his hand, his gaze ice-cold as he looked at the black-clothed man before him.

He hadn't expected Xue Long to arrive so quickly.

"You're Ye Cang? You killed my brother, you deserve to die!"

As he spoke, Xue Long drew a long spear from his back.

"Go accompany my brother!"

Xue Long's eyes were sinister. He spoke softly, and the next moment, the stones beneath his feet shattered and flew.

Accompanied by a sonic boom, Xue Long became like a black lightning bolt. In an instant, he was above Ye Cang's head, thrusting his spear fiercely.

"Blood Dragon's Fury!"

With a low roar, a terrifying spear shadow pointed directly at Ye Cang's brow.

In an instant, Ye Cang seemed to see a sky-filled bloody gale swirling behind Xue Long.

As Xue Long thrust his spear, these blood winds coiled around the spear, like a blood-red dragon devouring everything, tearing towards him.

At the same time, an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart.

An invisible pressure came from all directions, like a falling mountain. His entire body was subjected to invisible oppression, making it difficult to move.

"Not good!"

The moment Xue Long attacked, Ye Cang was greatly alarmed.

Is this the War Venerable? Not only has his speed broken the sound barrier, but his Artistic Conception can actually generate such pressure.

If it were an ordinary General, under this Artistic Conception pressure, he probably couldn't even unleash thirty percent of his strength. No wonder the War Venerable realm is so envied by countless Generals.

Looking at the incoming attack, Ye Cang's heart was filled with shock.

But the next moment, a powerful aura surged from him.

Blood Drop!

The aura of his Artistic Conception fully radiated, instantly breaking through Xue Long's Artistic Conception pressure.

At the same time, he swung the God Slaying Sword in his hand fiercely.

Boom!

Amidst the blood-red light, the sword blade and the spear tip collided violently.

Terrifying energy erupted, sweeping out terrifying Force, stirring up surrounding sand and stones to fly.

After a mere breath of a clash, Ye Cang's expression changed drastically.

Before he could react, the terrifying power passed through the sword and sent him flying dozens of meters, smashing heavily into a building, piercing through several concrete walls.

Ye Cang looked at the arm holding the sword, which was now bleeding from the terrifying Force tearing it apart.

"Such terrifying power, at least 300 tons. As expected of a War Venerable!"

A thought flashed through his mind.

The increase in strength had ended. His 'Physique' attribute had reached 588 points.

After conversion, his peak strength reached 246.4 tons.

But compared to Xue Long, he was still far behind.

"Artistic Conception! You've actually comprehended Artistic Conception!"

Xue Long looked at Ye Cang, his eyes filled with shock.

No wonder Wang Xu had turned against him for a mere Warrior-level cultivator back then.

He had even turned against the Huang Family.

To comprehend Artistic Conception at such an age was equivalent to having already secured the War Venerable realm.

Moreover, with this child's talent, he could go even further in the War Venerable realm.

After a few moments of shock, Xue Long's killing intent intensified.

"Even if your talent is heaven-defying, you will die today. Such a genius will be buried with my brother. If he knew, he would surely not blame me!"

BOOM!

A sonic boom echoed as Xue Long charged again, his spear roaring like an angry dragon, exuding a terrifying aura.

CLANG!

Ye Cang hastily blocked.

Under the immense power gap, in just an instant, he was sent flying dozens of meters again.

Moreover, with this strike, Xue Long's Artistic Conception became even more domineering. His 'Blood Drop' Artistic Conception was barely able to withstand the pressure.

"The 'Blood Shadow Flow Killing Sword Art' is equivalent to a Warrior-level Combat Skill in this world. The Artistic Conception derived from it is indeed inferior to that derived from a General-level Combat Skill."

Ye Cang instantly understood the gap in Artistic Conception.

"As expected, I still can't win!"

With a sigh, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Ye Cang's mind stirred, and two flying swords floated before him.

"Let's go!"

Ye Cang leaped, stepping onto the 'King Slayer Flying Swords' and flying, heading directly into the Gray Mist.

"Psionic Warrior!"

Seeing the two 'King Slayer Flying Swords' beneath Ye Cang's feet, a trace of astonishment flashed across Xue Long's face.

But in an instant, the killing intent in his eyes grew heavier.

Heaven-defying martial talent!

And he controls Psionic Energy!

If he doesn't kill the person before him this time, the next time they meet, it will likely be him who dies.

"So what if you're a Psionic Warrior? I want you dead, and you must die!"

Xue Long roared and attacked again.

BOOM!

The ground cracked as Xue Long burst forth, reaching Ye Cang's front again at supersonic speed. His spear slashed out with terrifying might.

Although he couldn't fly, he could still catch up to Ye Cang with just his leaps.

"Go!"

Seeing Xue Long pursue, Ye Cang's mind moved. Six fifth-tier 'King Slayer Flying Swords' shot out, intercepting Xue Long's attack.

Clang, clang, clang...

The spear was like a dragon. In the clash, it not only blocked the attack but also shattered these six fifth-tier 'King Slayer Flying Swords' with its terrifying power.

However, this also slowed Xue Long's pursuit for a moment. At this time, Ye Cang flew over the rooftops, creating a distance of two to three hundred meters.

"You can't escape!"

BOOM!

Gravel flew as Xue Long leaped up, crashing heavily onto a building's rooftop.

With another leap, he charged directly at Ye Cang.

The two had already formed a deadly feud.

If Ye Cang didn't die, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully for the rest of his days.

Seeing this, Ye Cang once again manipulated several 'King Slayer Flying Swords', launching them backward to block Xue Long's advance.

As for himself, he channeled most of his remaining mental energy into the 'King Slayer Flying Swords' beneath his feet.

Instantly, his speed increased by several points, almost reaching the speed of sound.

In the air, without obstruction, Ye Cang's speed reached its limit.

But below, due to the obstruction of numerous buildings, Xue Long's speed was significantly limited.

"Stop right there!"

Seeing the distance between them widen again, Xue Long was furious. He roared and desperately pursued Ye Cang.

Although he couldn't fly, he could use the surrounding buildings for leverage and wouldn't lose Ye Cang.

"Damn it! He's like a persistent shadow!"

Seeing Xue Long continue to follow, Ye Cang's face darkened.

He then glanced at his direction and flew straight towards the city center.

There were many Beast Generals in this city, and in the very center, there were several high-tier Beast General tribes.

With the interference of the monster horde, as long as he could create a distance of about five hundred meters, Xue Long would be helpless against him.

Whoosh...

The sound barrier broke, and with the frantic activation of his mental powers, his speed surpassed the speed of sound.

Behind him, Xue Long's assault had not yet stopped.

"Die!"

Amidst the roar, Ye Cang's scalp tingled. He hastily jerked his head to the side.

Pfft...

The next instant, blood spurted from his cheek.

A long spear grazed his cheek and charged forward.