Flowing Wave Mountain.
"This kind of thing..."
"Shouldn't exist in this world."
Ye Xuan muttered under his breath.
He knew the story inside out.
If the Ghost King took Kui Niu away, it would surely plunge the world into chaos.
Though he wasn't afraid of chaos, he didn't like being led around by the nose.
Now that I'm here, this story's going to change.
"Ye Xuan!"
"What are you doing!"
The Ghost King finally sensed that suffocating sword intent.
He freed one hand and pressed it toward Ye Xuan from afar.
A gigantic bloody palm print condensed out of thin air, bearing a force that corroded the soul as it came crashing down.
"Break."
Ye Xuan struck with just one sword.
The Chang Qing Sword flicked lightly upward.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze around them.
Every raindrop hung suspended in midair.
The thunder abruptly fell silent.
Only that thread-thin streak of emerald sword light effortlessly tore through the bloody palm print.
Then—
The sword light continued unabated, slamming hard into the rim of the Dragon Subduing Cauldron.
"Clang—!"
A deep, distant chime rang out.
The sound waves spread, and the waves across a hundred meters of sea were instantly flattened.
The Ghost King swayed, unable to stop a mouthful of blood from spraying onto the cauldron.
The Dragon Subduing Cauldron shook violently, and the four pillars of bloody light immediately began to flicker erratically.
"No!"
The Ghost King's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.
How long had he plotted for this moment?
And now some wet-behind-the-ears brat had ruined everything with a single sword strike!
A divine beast like Kui Niu had an instinctive sense of danger.
It felt the force binding it begin to loosen.
"Roar!"
Its thunderous bellow rang out with the joy of surviving