My Silly, Sweet Wife

"Xuan’er, Mr. Ye naturally has his own plans, even if he’s outmatched, his strange maneuverability will allow him to retreat unscathed," Yu Wen Dou softly comforted.

"Come on, using numbers to bully the less!" Ye Guichen looked at the large crowd, momentarily speechless.

Ye Guichen’s hand flashed, summoning the Earthly Branches Twelve Puppets and Gui Yi beside him, and then called forth Little Black and the Ghost King from the Jiuyou Tower.

He then directly summoned the Immortal Slayer Sword and the Hundred Swords.

A shadowy figure slowly appeared, looking at the scene with astonishment.

"Young Ye, what have you done wrong for so many to want to kill you?" The Ghost King looked at the grand scene, full of shock.

Ye Guichen shrugged helplessly and said, "Didn’t you say you were about to break through? I’m just giving you a hand!"

"You brat, ever since Little Black evolved, you’ve become more and more disregarding of me," the Ghost King’s face turned iron-blue upon hearing Ye Guichen’s words.

"You weren’t human to begin with!" Ye Guichen looked at the Ghost King with a teasing expression.

The Ghost King almost spat out old blood upon hearing Ye Guichen’s words, glaring fiercely at Ye Guichen.

In the distance, the elder saw Ye Guichen’s seemingly endless array of mysterious methods, even using the Qianji Sect’s puppets, and couldn’t help but be astonished. But seeing Ye Guichen dare to ignore him, casually chatting, an inexplicable flame of anger arose within.

"Take this brat’s head off, mince the rest into paste!" The elder gritted his teeth as he spoke to those in front.

"Extermination Immortal Sword Formation!"

"Heaven and Earth One Slash!"

"Destructive Divine Thunder!"

Ye Guichen, seeing the attack coming, put away his disdain, his hands constantly forming seals in the air, countless attacks surged like tides, falling before him.

The scene of blood and guts flying, the sound of electric spark cutting kept coming, howls echoed across the land.

In the blink of an eye, the hundreds charging in front were either dead beyond recognition or missing limbs, lying on the ground wailing, looking at Ye Guichen like he was a demon from hell.

The Ghost King, at this moment, seemed to have found treasure, his shadow darting throughout the scene, madly plundering the power of souls, his face filled with satisfaction.

"Ah, so refreshing, it’s been a long time since I’ve absorbed so much soul power." The Ghost King was full of intoxication, casting a grateful glance at Ye Guichen.

The remaining hundreds looked at Ye Guichen in horror, their bodies moving backward continuously, their hearts void of any intent to resist.

Knowing that so many stronger than them were killed by one sword, their insignificant powers offered only slaughter, not to mention the presence of a Ghost Cultivator, once dead, they wouldn’t even have a chance to reincarnate and cultivate anew.

The elder behind them, dumbfoundedly looking at the scene, completely conquered by Ye Guichen’s overwhelming strength, tremblingly pushed through the crowd, kneeling before Ye Guichen, silent.

Those behind him saw the elder had surrendered, quickly dropped their vicious weapons, knelt uniformly.

Seeing the surrender in front of him, Ye Guichen refrained from further action, retrieving the Hundred Sword and the Immortal Slayer Sword, standing proudly before the elder.

"Not killing me?" Ye Guichen’s cold voice rang out.

The elder shivered hearing the coldness in Ye Guichen’s voice, timidly said, "Please... please spare my life, we wish to pledge undying loyalty!"

"Hmph, you lot?"

Ye Guichen snorted, the Hundred Sword in hand striking again, transforming into swift glows, precisely piercing each one’s Dantian amidst the hundred.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"My cultivation! My cultivation!"

Sounds of heartbreaking cries constantly emerged among the hundred, one after another hating Ye Guichen to the core but only dare be angry without speaking, the scene utterly miserable.

For Ye Guichen, there was no shred of sympathy for these people. They were all savage and wicked, bullying and doing atrocities, countless times. He wasted their cultivation; not killing them outright was already a mercy.

Soon after, Ye Guichen grabbed the remaining-able elder before him, leaping from the woods.

"Mr. Ye!"

"Mr. Ye!"

Yu Wen Dou and the Barbarian King saw Ye Guichen returning, cupped their hands in salute, politely calling out.

"Isn’t this Ding Zhang of the Blood Banquet Double Blades, one of the Sky Demon Sect’s ten great elders? What’s he doing here?" Yu Wen Dou looked at the near-dead Ding Zhang before him.

"Oh? Mr. Yu Wen knows him?" Ye Guichen asked unconsciously as he saw Yu Wen Dou could call out his name directly.

"Mr. Ye, this person ranks ninth among the ten great elders of the Sky Demon Sect, his Blood Banquet Double Blades are top-tier spiritual artifacts, even the other elders are immensely wary of him, his ferocity is notorious," Yu Wen Dou explained.

"Does Mr. Yu Wen know where the headquarters of the Sky Demon Sect is located?" Ye Guichen shifted the topic, asking solemnly.

After this event, Ye Guichen felt the need to visit the Sky Demon Sect headquarters, to uproot such nefarious paths, or else if left unchecked to harm the world, it could lead to mass destruction, causing terror among the people.

Yu Wen Dou quickly sifted through his memory but could not find any useful information useful upon hearing Ye Guichen’s words.