My Silly, Sweet Wife

The man looked at Ye Guichen’s cultivation level and found it was only the first layer of the Nascent Soul Realm, which immediately put his heart at ease. However, knowing that Ye Guichen had even killed the Ghost Fetus Elder, he did not dare to be careless and intimidated Ye Guichen.

"Sky Demon Sect? I never thought before I came to find you, you’d walk right into the trap," Ye Guichen said mockingly.

The man confirmed that there was no one behind Ye Guichen and stopped talking nonsense. He directly pulled out two large blades from his back and swung them toward Ye Guichen.

"Kid, I’ll make you the 999th soul reaped by my Blood Banquet Double Blades!"

Ye Guichen felt the Evil Qi and the scent of blood contained within the blades. He stood calmly in place, tilting his head slightly, letting the blades strike at his body.

Seeing Ye Guichen not dare to resist, the man was overjoyed. His grip grew a bit stronger, determined to cut Ye Guichen in half with a single stroke.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The double blades fell precisely on Ye Guichen’s waist, as if chopping on an iron plate, and instantly shattered. The strong recoil directly sent the middle-aged man flying, and his figure quickly retreated.

"How...how is this possible!" The man looked at Ye Guichen in disbelief, as if trying to discern whether Ye Guichen was human, for how could one have such a formidable physique?

To know that his Blood Banquet Double Blades were top-tier Spiritual Artifacts, and after being nourished by blood for so many years, they gradually developed intelligence. Just a few more kills and they could truly become supreme deadly weapons, yet they couldn’t even cut this kid’s body, leaving him with a deep sense of powerlessness.

At this moment, Ye Guichen also felt secretly pleased. He never expected the Nine Revolutions Dragon Elephant Skill to be so formidable. He was only at the Early-stage Muscle Training level and could already withstand top-tier Spiritual Artifacts. Once he reached the sixth layer, wouldn’t he be an immortal entity?

"This is truly a treasure, a real treasure!" Ye Guichen secretly praised in his heart.

"In that case, it’s my turn now!" Ye Guichen looked at the man in front of him as if he were a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Ye Guichen activated the divine movement skill, suddenly leaving the original place, his figure shifting unpredictably in the air. In the blink of an eye, he was already beside the man, and he suddenly threw a punch. Sounds of elephant trumpeting emanated from his fist, and a faint elephant-shaped totem covered Ye Guichen’s fist.

"It’s just right to test the power of my Nine Revolutions Dragon Elephant Skill on you!"

"Three Elephant Power!"

The man saw the incoming fist, and his soul seemed to be bound, his body refusing to obey his commands, standing woodenly as he awaited the punch’s arrival.

"Elder, save me!" The man roared desperately towards the elder beside him.

In an instant, a punch with unstoppable force struck the man, sending him flying like a meteorite. He crashed through countless trees along the way and took his last breath a hundred meters away.

"Such strength!"

Ye Guichen marveled at the power his punch had generated.

It was said that once the Nine Revolutions Dragon Elephant Skill is cultivated to the sixth level, it grants the true power of a dragon, capable of apocalyptic destruction, exerting unmatched force. And he was only at the Early-stage Muscle Training level, possessing the strength of ten elephants. He had only used twenty or thirty percent of this strength, and with a single punch, he killed a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. It was truly terrifying.

As Ye Guichen was deep in thought, a silver-white cold light flashed, resembling a silver snake unsheathing. A curved "hui" shaped blade swiftly targeted Ye Guichen’s forehead.

"Hmm? Dare to sneak attack." Ye Guichen instinctively sensed danger, quickly darting onto a tree trunk to coldly overlook from above.

"Damn it!" The elder in the distance saw the power radiating from Ye Guichen’s punch and didn’t dare to clash head-on. Attempting a sneak attack while Ye Guichen was lost in thought, he was caught, prompting a silent curse.

The elder quickly revealed himself without further concealment, waving his hand backward. Suddenly, a dense crowd appeared behind him, each holding a weapon and glaring menacingly at Ye Guichen.

"Kid, was it you who killed our Young Master?" The elder looked at Ye Guichen with malice, his eyes cold as if a knife was slicing Ye Guichen’s skin.

"Young Master? Are you referring to that dead person?" Ye Guichen thought of Wu Xiang, and felt a wave of nausea.

"Exactly, since it was you who killed him, I’ll have to cut off your head to offer to the Sect Hierarch as a reward." The elder’s figure retreated, ordering those behind him to rush at Ye Guichen.

Despite the formidable strength Ye Guichen had shown, manpower is ultimately limited. Without outside barbarian assistance, the elder didn’t believe Ye Guichen could resist thousands alone. Once his True Qi was exhausted, the elder only needed to lightly cut him to death, and his own status in the Sky Demon Sect would soar. Perhaps the vacant Left Protector position might be his.

The elder erupted in manic laughter at this thought.

"Father, should we go help him? Isn’t it dangerous for him alone?" Yu Wenxuan outside expressed concerns about the laughter coming from the woods.

Yu Wen Dou had also heard the sounds from the woods. Yet recalling Ye Guichen’s inscrutable strength and the formidable three-headed dog accompanying him, Yu Wen Dou believed that besides his father who was in seclusion, there was likely no one who could stand against Ye Guichen.