Free Web NovelChapter 389: Chapter 390: The Real Peak Showdown
A boiling excitement once again coursed through the crowd’s veins. The predetermined outcome, a ranking thought to be set in stone, had just been shattered by Ye Wushuang!
With a single Blood-Colored Battle Saber, he showed everyone that their previous rankings were wrong!
He, Ye Wushuang, would not submit!
"Ye Wushuang, the White-Clothed Killing God!"
Gazing at the figure standing in the center of the battle stage, the crowd opened their mouths, wanting to say something...
But the words died in their throats.
They had witnessed Ye Wushuang’s nature as a Demon Fiend, and their hearts trembled again and again. No words could possibly describe their feelings.
Under the gazes of the myriad crowd, everyone from the Ancient Spirit Sect was ecstatic. A scene they never dared to hope for was unfolding before their very eyes. A legend was about to be written.
And they were fortunate enough to witness this legend. Perhaps, beyond excitement, they felt lucky. Ye Wushuang had shown them what it truly meant to rise!
That slender figure on the stage was like a great mountain pressing down on their hearts, leaving them breathless and forever seared into their memories!
This was especially true for Yuh Yuzhen, Ao Wuchang, and the others. At this moment, they felt utterly ridiculous!
When Ye Wushuang had defeated them, they had been defiant. They saw themselves as invincible; to lose to Ye Wushuang and be enslaved was the ultimate humiliation.
But only now did they realize just how absurdly laughable their defeat had been!
Perhaps Ye Wushuang had never even taken them seriously.
Up in the sky, the giant elder’s eyes were fixed on Ye Wushuang, sizing up the young man with a seriousness he had never shown before.
Perhaps he hadn’t been this serious since Ancient Times!
’The aura of Pann!’
On this young man, he sensed the presence of the figure he had revered his entire life—the one who had once sundered the heavens.
"Ye Wushuang, you have won this battle. You may rest for a while before the next fight."
The giant elder paused for a moment before calling out to Ye Wushuang. He figured that after the battle with Beize Yunzhuo, Ye Wushuang must have consumed a great deal of energy and would need time to recover.
After all, the competition was not over. The true final duel awaited him. One more battle, and he would ascend to the Peak.
If he were to fight now, he would be at a disadvantage!
The giant elder had previously given Wudao and Beize Yunzhuo time to recover, and now he would do the same for Ye Wushuang, allowing him to return to his Peak condition for a fair fight to seize the final glory!
One battle at the Peak to decide the Strongest Warrior!
"There’s no need to rest. Let’s continue the fight," Ye Wushuang said coolly, his figure remaining motionless on the stage. The crowd’s gaze sharpened, and they stared at him, thinking they must have misheard. To fight Wudao immediately after his battle with Beize Yunzhuo, without even recovering? What kind of confidence was that?
SWISH!
Wudao’s cold eyes also turned toward Ye Wushuang in the center of the stage. His indifferent face showed no hint of emotion, but inwardly, he was shaken by Ye Wushuang’s strength.
’Defeating Beize Yunzhuo... he’s certainly qualified to challenge me.’
"Ye Wushuang!"
Remembering the disturbance at the Demon Abyss, a chilling glint flashed in his eyes.
"Ye Wushuang, this is the final battle. It is of the utmost importance. Are you sure you don’t need to rest?" the giant elder asked, his eyes narrowing. ’He must have expended energy fighting Beize Yunzhuo, yet he refuses to rest?’
"Senior, I haven’t even used my full strength yet. There’s no need to rest. Let’s continue!" Ye Wushuang shouted, turning his head toward the giant elder.
"What!"
The crowd gasped, their eyes practically bulging from their sockets. That earth-shattering battle against Beize Yunzhuo, with all its terrifying techniques and power, wasn’t even his full strength!
SWISH!
Beize Yunzhuo’s eyes snapped open. With a SPURT, he coughed up another mouthful of fresh blood.
It was from pure rage!
Ye Wushuang’s words were like a series of vicious slaps across his face, leaving him utterly humiliated!
"Ye Wushuang, I’ll be watching to see if your strength is truly what you claim!" After his initial fury, Beize Yunzhuo quickly suppressed his anger.
His eyes remained wide open, determined to see if Ye Wushuang’s words were nothing but an arrogant boast.
’To defeat me with no cost to himself? How is that possible?’
Since Ye Wushuang was so insistent, the giant elder did not stop him. "If you are certain," he said, "then let the next battle begin."
At these words, Ye Wushuang smiled faintly and turned his gaze toward Wudao.
BOOM!
Wudao took a single step forward, and a terrifying Demon Dao aura erupted from him, raging like a hurricane.
"I never expected that the one to face me in the final duel would be you, Ye Wushuang, and not Liuu Tianlan or Beize Yunzhuo."
Wudao stared at Ye Wushuang, his words spoken with a calm indifference.
At the beginning, Ye Wushuang was merely a target in their eyes, someone to be hunted—whether for revenge or to wash away their shame, they had all treated him as prey.
But.
Now, to their disbelief, this target of their hunt had become a being at the very Peak, surpassing them all.
"Your talent and strength are indeed terrifying. Given time, you will surely become a formidable figure. However, I promised my Sect that I would kill you and wash away our shame."
Wudao added.
The members of the Demon Abyss all stared at Ye Wushuang with cold faces. The incident where he had wreaked havoc in the Demon Abyss had always been a point of humiliation for them, one they brooded over.
"Your Sect? The Demon Abyss? Look down there. The Fiery Sun Sect, the Di Family, the Celestial Sword Sect, the Feather Race... which one of them doesn’t want to kill me? They started hunting me when I was still weak, but so what? They couldn’t kill me when I was weak, and now I’ve grown stronger step by step—so strong that they fear me, helpless to do anything. So, what makes you think your Demon Abyss is any different?"
Ye Wushuang spoke coolly, his sarcastic tone making the members of those factions gnash their teeth. They had lost their geniuses, lost their Disciples, and yet they had failed to kill Ye Wushuang.
This was especially true for the Demon Abyss. They had hunted him since he was insignificant, but what did it matter? Ye Wushuang hadn’t died; on the contrary, he had only grown stronger.
"Besides, Wudao, if you want to kill me, you have to defeat me first. It won’t be too late to make such claims then. Otherwise, you’ll just end up like all the others—eating your own words."
Ye Wushuang’s gaze suddenly locked onto Wudao.
Before, Yuh Huatian had wanted to make him regret, but in the end, Yuh Huatian was the one filled with regret. Liuu Tianlan had wanted to kill him to wash away his shame, but his Dao Heart was ultimately obliterated by the Heaven-Soaring Sword Intent!
The powerful and arrogant Beize Yunzhuo was no different. He refused to take Ye Wushuang seriously, and as everyone witnessed, it was Ye Wushuang who ended up not taking *him* seriously.
"In that case, let’s fight and see what the outcome will be, shall we?" A cold sneer blossomed on Wudao’s face as a chilling Demon Dao aura surged forth, pressing down on Ye Wushuang.
"Demon God’s Fury!" A Demon God True Body manifested, its claw reaching for Ye Wushuang. Dazzling black Demonic Light descended from the sky, threatening to envelop him.
"The outcome... I’d like to see it too!"
Ye Wushuang muttered, then raised his Dragon Blood Battle Saber and charged into the Firmament.
