Asura Sword Scabbard

"That stinky bat went to all that trouble to run over here, and it certainly didn't come to acknowledge relatives or spread kindness."

Ye Yuan leisurely explained:

"If Great-grandfather guessed correctly, it smelled that aura of the Asura God deep within Tang San's soul. That beast delusions of becoming a god, so it's treating Tang San as a highly nourishing blood meal and cultivation vessel. It wants to take him back to the Capital of Slaughter and use Tang San's body to usurp the Asura God position!"

"Since that bat is willing to act as our free jailer and torture Tang San locked inside the Capital of Slaughter, we might as well let it raise him for now. Tang San being captured by it will have an end far more agonizing than falling into our hands."

Hearing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression darkened:

"But Xiaoyuan, since that monster wants to lay its hands on a god position, we can't just stand by and watch it succeed!"

"What's the rush?"

Ye Yuan chuckled lightly, turned his head, and gazed with deep, lingering eyes toward the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest as his smile grew increasingly rich:

"Is a god position really that easy to take?"

"That stupid bat has no idea that wanting to completely inherit the Asura God position and pull out the Asura Divine Sword requires, besides the trials of the Capital of Slaughter, another vital key—the Asura Sword Scabbard!"

"Without that scabbard, even if it sucks Tang San into a dried corpse, it won't even brush against the slightest shadow of the Asura God."

Golden Crocodile Douluo was so shocked upon hearing this that his heart trembled. His Highness the Holy Son actually knew even about this kind of matter!

He instinctively asked: "Xiaoyuan, then where is this key now?"

"In the Star Dou Great Forest."

A hooligan rabbit with long rabbit ears surfaced in Ye Yuan's mind, and his gaze turned playful.

"After returning to Spirit City to rest for a few days, this seat will personally lead a team and make a trip to the Star Dou Great Forest!"

"As long as this seat pockets the key first, that one bat and one human inside the Capital of Slaughter will only be able to stare blankly at each other in the cage like two mad dogs!"

Hearing these words from Ye Yuan, Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others were completely and utterly convinced.

At this moment, within the ruins not far away, Ning Fengzhi, who had just stopped his output of Soul Power, was leaning on his cane and gasping heavily for air.

His complexion appeared extremely pale from the excessive overdraft of his Soul Power, but a trace of hard-earned survival and craftiness flickered within his eyes.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, desperately putting on an expression that was humble yet retained the dignity of a sect master. He walked toward Ye Yuan with unsteady steps and bowed deeply:

"Your Highness the Holy Son, earlier when Tang Xiao broke through, it was I who fully executed the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda to amplify the four great elder patrons, which prevented that villain from acting so insolently to the end."

Ning Fengzhi squeezed out a flattering, bitter smile,

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has completely broken ties with the Clear Sky School, and Your Highness must have witnessed Fengzhi's sincerity just now. I only hope Your Highness will show mercy and leave a path of survival for my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Fengzhi is willing to lead the entire sect..."

"Hehehe... Dad, why are you still having such unrealistic dreams?"

Before Ning Fengzhi could finish his words of seeking merit and mercy, a crisp, spoiled giggle suddenly came from the corner of the ruins.

Everyone followed the sound and looked over.

They saw that Ning Rongrong, who had just been cowering in the corner crying a pear-blossom-rain of tears like a frightened little white rabbit, no longer had a shred of weakness or pity about her at this moment!

She casually wiped away those few forcibly squeezed tears from the corners of her eyes, replacing the terror on her little face with a naive yet black-bellied, sweet smile.

Skipping along, she avoided the severed limbs and broken bodies on the ground and, without even glancing at Ning Fengzhi, threw herself directly into Ye Yuan's embrace.

Her hands skillfully wrapped around Ye Yuan's neck, and she rubbed against his chest like a kitten, coquettishly saying:

"Brother Xiaoyuan, earlier when Sister Nana severed the heel tendons of that jinx Tang San, Rongrong held back her laughter so hard it was agonizing, and her face almost went stiff! How are you going to reward Rongrong?"

"You little girl, it would be a loss for the entire continent if you didn't become a dramatic actor."

Ye Yuan could not help but pinch her delicate, jade-carved cheek.

Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi, who was bent over preparing to claim credit, froze entirely in place at this moment.

He stared in disbelief at his own biological daughter acting spoiled in Ye Yuan's arms, and a buzzing sound rang through his brain as if something had completely exploded.

"Rongrong... you... what did you call him!"

Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled, and he could barely hold onto his cane.

"Dad, the way you were adding amplifications for Spirit Hall just now really looked like a clown putting on a show."

Ning Rongrong looked down upon Ning Fengzhi from above, without a shred of daughterly pity in her eyes:

"Did you think you were the one who saved the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? Don't be foolish. The intelligence on Luoma Slope and your hiding routes were all secretly told to Brother Xiaoyuan by Rongrong using the Glazed Cicada. I already treated the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School as my dowry and gave it to Brother Xiaoyuan as a weapon factory!"

"You..."

Ning Fengzhi's eyes bulged, and he pointed at Ning Rongrong while trembling violently all over like a sieve.

He had schemed his entire life. For the survival of the sect, he did not hesitate to backstab Tang Xiao and shamelessly fawn upon Spirit Hall.

Yet in the end, he discovered that his most beloved daughter had already sold out his trump cards and the sect completely!

His performance of "eliminating family for righteousness" to claim credit earlier was, in the eyes of Ye Yuan and his daughter, a complete and utter joke!!

"Puff!!!" This pain of having one's heart carved out alive by one's closest kin, coupled with the backlash of Soul Power overdraft, caused Ning Fengzhi's anger to surge into his heart, and he violently spurted out a large mouthful of black blood!

This number-one auxiliary sect master of the world could finally support himself no longer, collapsing directly into the muddy water.

"Your Highness, several living rats were also dug out from beneath the ruins."

At this moment, two Holy Emperor Warriors dragged out three figures from the collapsed blacksmith workshop like dragging dead dogs, hurling them fiercely at Ye Yuan's feet.

They were precisely Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and Bai Chenxiang, who had been hiding behind her grandfather Bai He the entire time just now!

"Grandfather!! Grandfather, wake up!!"

As soon as Bai Chenxiang landed, she saw Bai He next to her, who had been whipped into a pile of minced meat by Golden Crocodile Douluo's tail.

This usually arrogant young lady of the Min Clan cried heart-rendingly at this moment, staring at the Spirit Hall members with venomous hatred filling her eyes.

As for Oscar and Ma Hongjun beside her, as reincarnators who retained their memories from their past lives, they were so frightened at this moment that they pissed and shat themselves, trembling all over like a broken sieve!

Reincarnating back, they had originally thought they could follow Tang San to storm the God Realm once again, and even wanted to find Rongrong and Bai Chenxiang ahead of time to pick up where they left off.

Yet look at things now!

Zhao Wuji was dead, Flander was crippled, Tang Xiao had fled like a stray dog carrying the heavily injured Tang Hao, and even that Third Brother of theirs whom they always considered invincible had been snatched away by a monster as a mouthful of rations!!

History was entirely in shambles!

The white-robed demon king before their eyes was simply an unconquerable nightmare!

"Ye, Ye Yuan... you demon... what on earth have you done..."

Oscar's face lacked all color, his teeth chattering frantically.

"Mercy, Your Highness the Holy Son! We surrender! We're willing to be your dogs! Don't kill me!"

Fatty Ma Hongjun simply began kowtowing like pounding garlic.