"Seriously? Where's that old bastard? Where are the Mo family people?"
Ye Wen walked down the deserted main street. The whole road looked as if it had weathered a brutal battle, with things scattered haphazardly everywhere.
Ye Wen was searching the entire city when several people flew in from outside. Yes, they were actually flying, with all sorts of things beneath their feet. The most common were weapons, like swords, along with gourds and jade flutes!
One of them respectfully addressed the man at the front.
"Senior Brother Lu, when we discovered that the Demon Suppressing Tower had undergone a strange change, and that a large number of the Demon Race were attacking the Demon Suppressing City, my junior brother and I didn't have time to investigate. We went straight back to report to the sect. It's been no more than a day, so how has this city turned into a dead city? There isn't a single living person!"
The man at the front was surnamed Lu. He was an ordinary Inner Sect disciple of the Longevity Dao Sect. The elders of his sect had predicted that the world's seal was about to break, so they had begun sending out large numbers of Outer Sect and Inner Sect disciples to travel the world.
It wasn't just their Dao Sect. Many other Dao Sects and reclusive sects had also begun to emerge.
Senior Brother Lu had been sent to investigate the situation in Xingyu Demon Suppressing City after Outer Sect disciples reported that a large number of the Demon Race had attacked the city and that the Demon Suppressing Tower had undergone a strange change. Looking at the scene in the city, he said with confidence,
"Looks like the Demon Race didn't attack this time to slaughter the human race. They didn't cause many deaths in the city. Instead, the Demon Suppressing Tower has risen hundreds of meters again, returning to how it was ten thousand years ago. The seal must have been lifted. Let's return to the Dao Sect and see what Master and the others plan to do."
They were just about to leave when they spotted Ye Wen, stumbling around like a headless fly.
The man who had just spoken immediately rode his Flying Sword over to Ye Wen. Seeing his ragged clothes, he took him for a beggar—a wandering beggar—and asked him with great arrogance,
"Hey, you filthy beggar! Are you from this city? What happened yesterday?"
Ye Wen was already in a foul mood because he couldn't find anyone from the Mo family anywhere in the city. This man had his nose in the air and had even called him a beggar, so Ye Wen gave him a blunt reply.
"Get lost!"
The Longevity Dao Sect Disciple had never suffered such an insult or been treated with such disrespect. Before the seal had opened, Outer Sect disciples often traveled outside, and everyone they met had been courteous and respectful toward them. Yet this beggar dared to speak to him like that! He roared,
"You filthy beggar, you're asking for death!"
Before the words had even left his mouth, the Flying Sword beneath his feet turned into a streak of blue light and shot toward Ye Wen. Judging by its trajectory, it was aimed at Ye Wen's lower body, at his thigh.
When Ye Wen saw the man attack, he was actually delighted. He'd been looking for someone to fight, so he could test out his newly enhanced strength.
As soon as Ye Wen saw the blue streak of the Flying Sword coming at him, he charged straight toward it. What followed left everyone gaping. Ye Wen caught the Flying Sword firmly in one hand.
Only after seeing him make a move did the others realize they had misjudged him. He was actually a Martial Artist. They had assumed Ye Wen would dodge the Flying Sword or deflect it with a weapon. None of them had imagined he would catch it barehanded.
Ye Wen looked at the sword in his hand. The Flying Sword began to shudder violently, trying to wrench itself free. Ye Wen tightened his grip and tried scraping the sword hard against his own arm.
The sight left everyone dumbfounded. What kind of move was it to use a Flying Sword to cut yourself? More importantly, it hadn't even broken the skin! What kind of body was that? It was practically on par with the Divine Beast Race!
Ye Wen spoke up,
"Your weapon's no good. It wouldn't even hurt if someone used it to scratch an itch!"
The man who'd spoken earlier nearly spat blood from anger. At that moment, two more people stepped out of the crowd and attacked Ye Wen. There was no way they could just stand by while their fellow disciple was humiliated.
Seeing the two people flying toward him, Ye Wen grew even more excited and shouted, "Bring it on!" He gripped the Flying Sword in his hand with both hands and snapped it in two!
The man was struck by the destruction of his Flying Sword and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Clutching his chest, he was in so much pain he couldn't speak.
It was hard to tell whether the pain came from his injuries or from the loss of his Flying Sword. Daoist cultivation used qi to command the Dao, and practitioners nurtured their destined weapons with their own essence and spirit. If a weapon was damaged or destroyed, all the effort they had invested in it went to waste, and their spirit would suffer a backlash.
So it was easy to understand why the Dao Sect Disciple was now vomiting blood and gaping in shock. Suddenly, he cried out in a hoarse, desperate voice.
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