Ghost-Seeing-Sorrow’s body also erupted in a crimson glow, shielding himself. With a forceful swing of the Blood Moon Scimitar in his hand, a blood-red crescent, easily a hundred zhang long, tore through the void, cleaving the Fire Phoenix in twain. The remaining halves were shredded by Xuanyuan Jing’s sword light, dissolving into a sky full of flames.

But by then, Ye Jingyu’s hands were already held before his chest, and a sun materialized out of thin air between them.

It was a small sun, a miniature star constantly radiating light and heat. As the Star Power surged from Ye Jingyu’s core, the small sun grew ever larger—quickly reaching the size of a football, then a basketball, then…

Sensing the increasingly potent pressure emanating from the growing sun, both Xuanyuan Jing and Ghost-Seeing-Sorrow’s expressions shifted drastically. If they allowed him to gather strength further, how could the two of them possibly stand against him?

Even Xuanyuan Ruoxing, standing not far off, saw his complexion subtly change. Was this his true combat strength? Had it escalated to this terrifying degree?

“Swoosh…” Xuanyuan Jing was the first to dart forward, closing the distance to less than a hundred zhang from Ye Jingyu. The Fallen Leaves Overthrow All Sword in his hand began to move with a gentle rhythm, appearing incredibly soft, yet the surrounding energies were already spinning wildly. Had this occurred below, the structures there would have been instantly pulverized by the resulting energy field.

This was the starting posture of the Fallen Leaves Overthrow All Sword.

“Xuanyuan Jing, if you insist on aiding a tyrant today, don't blame me for showing no mercy!” Seeing Xuanyuan Jing unleash the Fallen Leaves Overthrow All Sword without reservation, Ye Jingyu spoke with cold indifference.

“My actions today are born of necessity, Brother Ye. Please, attack as you wish!” Xuanyuan Jing replied calmly. The aura surrounding him began to tremble in gusts, and countless streaks of sword energy erupted from his body, as if his sword qi alone now filled the entire sky.

“In that case, receive this! Starburst!” Ye Jingyu roared, launching the sun in his hands forward. It shot toward Xuanyuan Jing like a meteor.

Feeling the incredibly powerful orb of light, a look of unprecedented gravity settled on Xuanyuan Jing’s face. His long sword instantly slashed downward, unleashing a massive sword gleam, easily ten thousand zhang long, like a colossal mountain, aimed directly at Ye Jingyu. Forget the Fallen Leaves Overthrow All Sword; a single strike of this power could annihilate an entire kingdom instantly.

This was the true manifestation of the Fallen Leaves Overthrow All Sword’s might. Yet, the power of Ye Jingyu’s Starburst should not be underestimated.

When the colossal sword gleam struck the giant sphere of light, there was none of the expected thunderous roar. This was because the force of the collision was too vast, the sound too overwhelming—it had transcended the realm of audible noise.

The ten-thousand-zhang sword gleam began to splinter, dissolving into countless wisps of sword energy, while the sphere of light was cleanly bisected. Immediately following, it detonated completely, transforming into a sky filled with stellar light that illuminated the heavens.

In the epicenter of the blast, a faint black vortex briefly appeared—the collision force was so extreme it had momentarily created a miniature black hole, which vanished without a trace almost instantly.

The entire sky was shrouded in sword qi and starlight. Whether it was Ye Jingyu, Xuanyuan Jing, Xuanyuan Ruoxing, or Ghost-Seeing-Sorrow, their vision was entirely obscured; nothing else could be seen.

Xuanyuan Ruoxing was pragmatic; he summoned the Vast Heaven Pagoda, letting the sword energy and starlight batter against it, paying no further heed to anything else. Xuanyuan Jing activated his profound energy to guard his body, preventing Ye Jingyu’s starlight from striking him.

However, Ghost-Seeing-Sorrow ignored the assault of the sword energy and starlight. He closed the distance directly behind Ye Jingyu and struck out with his blood-colored scimitar.

This strike was faster and sharper than any before, delivered with astonishing precision. Even Ye Jingyu had no time to dodge. Cold sweat beaded on his back. Lacking the Eastern Emperor Bell or the Chi You Banner, his only recourse was to flee forward at maximum speed.

But that strike still left a gash over an inch long on his back, and a strange power surged into his body, devouring his vital essence.

At that moment, Xuanyuan Jing ahead seemed to sense Ye Jingyu rushing toward him, realizing he had been ambushed by Ghost-Seeing-Sorrow. He had momentarily intended to let Ye Jingyu escape, but Xuanyuan Ruoxing’s voice suddenly cut through.

“Xuanyuan Jing, strike now, kill him!” Recalling his agreement with Xuanyuan Ruoxing, Xuanyuan Jing sighed helplessly, tightening his grip on the Fallen Leaves Overthrow All Sword and thrusting it once more toward Ye Jingyu’s heart…

Starlight filled the sky, sword energy blanketed the ground; with Ghost-Seeing-Sorrow in front and Xuanyuan Jing behind, Ye Jingyu was seemingly driven to a desperate corner. Facing such extreme danger, his eyes held no fear, no worry, no mockery, no contempt—only pure fighting will, an intense, invincible will to conquer.

The Overlord Primordial Force within him spun frantically again. He clenched his right fist tightly, and streaks of golden light began to erupt constantly from his knuckles.

Facing Xuanyuan Jing’s rapidly approaching sword, Ye Jingyu met it with a single punch…

“Shattering Star Fist…”

“Crack…” With a sound, Ye Jingyu’s punch slammed directly into Xuanyuan Jing’s Fallen Leaves Overthrow All Sword. The sharp edge sliced across the skin of his fist, and the piercing sword energy shredded his right arm to pulp, exposing the gleaming white bone. Even the bone was scored with a long gash, yet Xuanyuan Jing’s Fallen Leaves Overthrow All Sword was utterly smashed to pieces by that single blow…

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Jing was aghast. This was a treasured sword left by Xuanyuan Jue, an undeniable divine weapon; how could it be shattered by a single punch?

Ye Jingyu paid no mind to Xuanyuan Jing’s shock. Instead, his body flickered, delivering a heavy sweeping kick directly into Xuanyuan Jing’s chest. The immense force shattered his ribs and sent him flying backward, spurting blood from his mouth—clearly, he was seriously injured.

Meanwhile, Ghost-Seeing-Sorrow’s Blood Moon Scimitar seized the opportunity, closing in on Ye Jingyu again. This time, it aimed for his right chest…

With his right arm shredded by sword energy, a severe wound on his back, and his balance lost, how could Ye Jingyu evade such a strike? He could only watch as the blade bore down on him. However, a silver light simultaneously shimmered above his brow. Having already suffered a loss, Ghost-Seeing-Sorrow would not be fooled twice; the descending scimitar was faster, more brutal. He was determined to cleave Ye Jingyu dead before those eyes could flash forth…

“Sssh…” The Blood Moon Scimitar plunged unimpeded into Ye Jingyu’s chest. Yet, three words drifted softly from Ye Jingyu’s lips…

“Severing Mortal Dust…”

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