In an instant, everyone saw the battle saber in Ye Jingyu's hand explode, yes, just like a gunpowder detonation, blasting out ten thousand streaks of saber light, streak after streak, so brilliant, so dazzling...

However, this saber light did not scatter outwards but instead converged entirely upon Miao Tie, countless streaks of light forming a terrifying net of blades that completely enveloped him...

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, there was no longer Miao Tie, only the saber—saber light everywhere, saber gleams everywhere...

Horizontal cuts, vertical cuts, diagonal cuts...

Saber! Saber! Saber!

All saber...

Faintly, a massive crack was heard, and Ye Jingyu's figure instantly retreated three steps, the overwhelming saber light vanishing without a trace in the next moment...

All eyes involuntarily turned toward Miao Tie, and when they saw him fully, everyone, including Ye Longyi, gasped in unison...

He was tattered all over, cut by blades everywhere; at a glance, there were easily several hundred cuts, yet these saber energies were so mild that each strike had just managed to slice through his clothes without breaking his skin in the slightest. This mastery over force was simply unfathomable...

As for the Miao Dao in his hand, it had snapped cleanly in half, dropping to the ground, one half of the blade still emitting a faint, chilling glint...

The entire scene fell silent; everyone stared at the spectacle, mouth agape, so quiet that the sound of a falling pin could be heard...

From the moment Ye Jingyu drew his saber to the moment he sheathed it, barely a breath had passed, yet within that single breath, he had unleashed so many strikes—what cultivation was this, what terrifying power...

Miao Tie stood there dumbfounded, gazing at his own Miao Dao, now reduced to a mere half, his mind a blank slate. Only he, who had been at the epicenter of the blade storm, truly understood the terror of his opponent...

Unlike that previous sword-finger attack, this move—the opponent had used absolutely no True Essence power, relying entirely on the saber in his hand to strike him...

Especially the Miao Dao in his hand, forged from millennia of solidified ice—the opponent, without any True Essence, had used only that ordinary military knife, delivering countless impacts to shatter it. What terrifying saber technique was this...

In that brief instant, he must have struck hundreds of times. To shatter the Miao Dao in his hand, the strikes against the blade itself numbered three hundred and sixty-five, each precisely landing on the exact same point, transmitting the maximum possible kinetic energy through his weapon, then the second strike, the third, the fourth—a full three hundred and sixty-five strikes...

Three hundred and sixty-five cuts, every single one landing on the same spot, not one straying, not one missing its mark... It was precisely this relentless barrage of three hundred and sixty-five blows that forcefully severed the Miao Dao, which even True Essence found difficult to destroy...

What chilled Miao Tie even further was that while delivering those three hundred and sixty-five strikes to shatter his blade, Ye Jingyu was simultaneously hacking around Miao Tie’s body. Each strike perfectly shredded a corner of his garment, each precisely slicing through the cloth without touching his skin, not even severing a single strand of body hair...

To maintain such precision in direction and force at such speed, this level of skill could only be described as godlike...

In that single moment, the opponent had at least a hundred opportunities to kill him, and Miao Tie possessed absolutely no means to resist...

Thinking of this, Miao Tie’s face turned ashen. All his life, his greatest skill had been the Miao Dao, his greatest pride its swordsmanship. But in this moment, he realized that in the comprehension of the Way of the Saber, he was inferior to a pig...

"Crack..." Just then, the ordinary battle saber in Ye Jingyu's hand also shattered completely. It had endured over three hundred impacts against the Miao Dao, and the resulting rebound forces had already built up within the blade’s structure. It was only because Ye Jingyu’s speed was so immense that the diffusion of the energy finished before it could fully propagate...

Compared to the Miao Dao, this military knife had completely disintegrated into three hundred and fifty-six separate fragments...

Everyone watched silently. No one ridiculed Ye Jingyu, because they all understood that this was the inevitable consequence of him pitting the inherent quality of the military knife against the Miao Dao without employing any True Essence...

Gazing at the broken Miao Dao and the shattered military knife, everyone felt that even a dry twig, placed in his hands, could wield such power...

"Get out. Go back and tell Qin Yunxiao that this young master, Ye Jingyu, has returned..." Ye Jingyu said casually, tossing the hilt of his saber away...

Faced with Ye Jingyu’s dismissive words, no one on Miao Tie’s side dared to utter a single word, not even daring to move their eyes. They turned in a daze and began walking toward the lower floor...

It wasn't until they stepped out of the Yunman Tower that Miao Tie suddenly recalled Ye Jingyu’s statement: This young master, Ye Jingyu, has returned?

Could he be that Ye Jingyu, the one who cultivated both Soul and Martial Arts? The former commander of the Iron Army? Qin Shuai’s greatest nemesis?

The moment this thought struck, bewilderment clouded Miao Tie’s eyes...

"General, you have truly opened my eyes today. In all the world today, I doubt anyone's saber technique surpasses yours..." After a long pause on the upper floor, Ye Longyi, having finally recovered, spoke from the bottom of his heart...

"Heh heh..." Ye Jingyu merely shook his head, saying nothing more, though in his mind, he thought, If you witnessed Old Man’s terrifying mastery where all things in creation are blades, you would know what true mastery of the saber is...

"Longyi, how is the Zhenguo Mansion now?" After some more time passed, Ye Jingyu asked again. A year and a half—he didn't know how they had fared...

"This..." Upon mentioning the Zhenguo Mansion, Ye Longyi’s expression darkened once more...

"What is it? Has something happened to them?" Seeing Ye Longyi’s demeanor, Ye Jingyu let out a cold snort...

"No, no, nothing happened to them. However, General, you disappeared from Lingyan City for over a year. For the first six months, everything in the Zhenguo Mansion was normal. Miss Xiangyi and Miss Shixuan were both there. But later, Miss Shixuan was taken away by a purple-haired young woman. Miss Xiangyi also left, saying she needed to go home and visit, but before leaving, she promised that if she were still alive when you returned, she would surely come back. From then on, only Xiao Yi remained in the Zhenguo Mansion. But two months ago..."

At this point, Ye Longyi looked up at Ye Jingyu, and seeing that his expression remained calm, he continued his report...

(Sigh, I'm exhausted~~ Nine thousand characters daily, plus occasional small bursts, this body simply can't handle it~)