C20 Wildly Laughing!

"Help, help, help!"

Yeh Haishan lay on the ground, his upper body slumped, as he screamed in utter despair. Blood had already saturated the surrounding earth.

He was on the brink of madness!

In that moment, he could sense his life slipping away, prompting him to scream wildly, pleading for salvation.

Yeh Nianhuo and the others were jolted awake by his cries and were about to rush to his aid when a chilling glance from Yeh Yulin froze them in their tracks.

They were clearly bewildered. Never had they imagined that Yeh Yulin could bisect Yeh Haishan with a single blow.

What mysterious technique had he used? How could it be so bizarre?

Their hesitation extinguished any remaining hope for Yeh Haishan.

His eyes bulged in disbelief as he gazed at Yeh Yulin.

In his wildest dreams, he hadn't envisioned dying by Yeh Yulin's hand.

"Do you know? I actually didn't want to kill you like this!" Yeh Yulin said, looking down at Yeh Haishan's final struggles, shrugging with a hint of reluctance. "I would have preferred you to live, truly. To live for centuries."

Hearing Yeh Yulin's gentle tone, Yeh Nianhuo and the others shuddered, staring at him in horror.

The softness of his voice belied the deep-seated rage and bitterness within.

"You... do you realize what you're doing?"

One of Yeh Haishan's companions screamed at Yeh Yulin.

That worthless fool...

He had killed one of their own, and in an instant, no less!

"Is this some kind of joke?"

Their disbelief was palpable, and even Yeh Yulin was so agitated that his breathing intensified.

He had changed.

Yeh Haishan, once a figure of formidable strength and frequent humiliation in his eyes, had been effortlessly slain by him.

He had settled a score.

"The Snow Country's Sleeping Lotus!" Yeh Yulin murmured, "You're next!"

The death of Yeh Haishan had been a revelation for Yeh Yulin. He would no longer falter. A new path lay before him, wide open.

He was as confident as anyone.

Given three years, even the Snow Lotus would be at his mercy.

"What did I just do? Didn't you all see?" Yeh Yulin cocked his head, eyeing Yeh Nianhuo and the others with a mischievous grin, though his gaze was thick with a mad desire to kill.

"You..." Their shock and anger were palpable in the face of his audacity.

"Enough with the 'you.' I know you want to make a move but are too scared to do so. Therefore, I'll take the initiative!" Yeh Yulin cut off Yeh Nianhuo mid-sentence, his sinister laugh echoing as he charged forward.

"How dare you!"

The events unfolding were beyond their wildest expectations. A nobody had slain Yeh Haishan and now dared to attack so many of them? What was going on?

Had the world gone mad?

Currently, Yeh Yulin lacked a weapon like the one Yeh Haishan had.

Yeh Nianhuo, who had a reputation even within his own family, couldn't stand for such insolence.

He faced Yeh Yulin head-on.

"Hah!"

Both men yelled simultaneously, neither underestimating the other. They dared not hold back, unleashing their full power in the clash.

Yeh Yulin, in particular, leveraged the Holy Body's agility to leap into the air, adding his body's weight to the force of his axe as he brought it down on Yeh Nianhuo.

"Boom!"

Yeh Nianhuo's sword flared a brilliant red, not from Spiritual Energy Intent Transforming, but from Fire Attribute Spiritual Force, adding a scorching effect to his strike.

"Bam!"

The sound of their attacks meeting was thunderous.

Yeh Nianhuo's pupils shrank in shock as he felt an overwhelming gravitational force; his footing cratered beneath him. Without the support of Level Seven Spiritual Force, he might have been flattened.

Still, he stumbled, struggling to maintain balance.

"How can he be so powerful?" disbelief etched across Yeh Nianhuo's face.

Yeh Yulin was also pushed to his limits. His Spiritual Force was at level three, exceptionally pure, and he had attained the Intent Transforming Stage. Coupled with his physical prowess, he was more than a match for Yeh Nianhuo and confident he could emerge victorious.

However, Yeh Yulin had just engaged in a fierce battle with the Sleeping Lotus from Snow Country, exhausting all his strength in the final blow. Now, he was relying on the strength he had barely managed to recover, which wasn't substantial. At best, he could only exchange three moves with Yeh Nianhuo.

"However..."

As Yeh Yulin felt the massive shockwave from clashing with Yeh Nianhuo, a sly smile crept onto his lips.

He never planned to get entangled with Yeh Nianhuo!

"Whoosh!"

Using the recoil, Yeh Yulin somersaulted in midair, soared past Yeh Nianhuo, and landed behind him. He quickly stabilized his surging blood and charged directly towards a woman standing behind Yeh Nianhuo.

"You..." Yeh Nianhuo was both shocked and enraged. As a clever man, he instantly realized that Yeh Yulin had never intended to engage him in a real fight, which infuriated the proud warrior.

But Yeh Yulin paid no heed to his anger; he had already locked onto his target.

"What are you doing!?" The woman, now in Yeh Yulin's crosshairs, was taken aback as she watched him barrel towards her, struggling to come to terms with the situation.

Could a once deemed worthless man dare to attack her like this?

What she hadn't anticipated was the ferocity of Yeh Yulin's aura, reminiscent of an ancient predator, which filled her with dread before the battle even began.

"I want you dead!" Yeh Yulin bellowed, raising his great axe and bringing it down upon the woman.

"Ah!" The woman screamed, desperately trying to defend herself, but her sword was far too slender.

Yeh Nianhuo couldn't contain himself and bellowed, "Use your Spiritual Force, you fool!"

"Crack!"

But it was too late.

With a sharp snap, the slender sword shattered, and Yeh Yulin and the woman switched places.

The woman was slowly cleaved in two, split cleanly by the axe's blade!

"Hahaha!" Yeh Yulin erupted into maniacal laughter, his hysteria fueled by sheer elation.

Yeh Haishan, who had once sought to disgrace him, had been bisected with a single strike.

The woman who had wanted to make him her pet was now severed in two by his axe.

Could there be anything more gratifying than this?

"Everyone, be on your guard—this isn't the Yeh Yulin we knew before. He's become even stronger than the last time he lost control," Yeh Nianhuo bellowed.

His warning was unnecessary; no one underestimated Yeh Yulin any longer.

"Hehe!"

Yeh Yulin let out a maniacal laugh, then turned on his heel and walked away, opting not to continue the battle.

"You think you can just walk away?" Yeh Nianhuo scoffed. He couldn't allow Yeh Yulin to leave alive, especially not with the Devil Beast Egg at stake.

Moreover, he was eager to discover how Yeh Yulin had gained such formidable strength. The transformation he had witnessed in Yeh Yulin on two separate occasions was nothing short of astonishing.

"Then try and catch me!" Yeh Yulin taunted, throwing his head back in laughter. He channeled all his remaining power into his axe and hurled it at Yeh Nianhuo.

"Boom!"

Yeh Nianhuo's face contorted as he attempted to intercept the weapon, but even as a Level Seven Battle Soldier, the axe's force sent him stumbling backward. He didn't regain his footing until he was five meters away.

That brief interval was all Yeh Yulin needed to make his escape.