Chapter 23

Haha!!

A sword aura descended from the sky, barely three inches away from Ye Han's body. .COM

He could feel the back of his body being torn by the sharpness of the sword aura, the cold penetrating his bones, making him shudder.

"Ye Han, if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I will give you a chance to live," Luo Tianzheng said, standing on a flying cloud leopard above the sky, a mocking smile on his lips.

Luo Tianzheng casually slashed with his sword, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Luo Tianzheng, if you can repent in time and kneel before me, slapping yourself a hundred times, I might let you go," Ye Han retorted.

His mind raced, countless strategies emerging and then being discarded. The gap was too large, and he couldn't find any opportunity.

Especially that flying cloud leopard, which was far more noble than a lion-blooded steed, moving at incredible speed with no obstacles in the air.

"Hmm? A flying cloud leopard?"

Ye Han's eyes lit up, a cold glint flashing across them.

Even at the Divine Power Realm, it was impossible to fly through the air. Luo Tianzheng and Ye Zixuan could stand in the air only because they were on the flying cloud leopard.

"Get down here!"

Ye Han picked up a stone weighing over ten pounds, his yuan force coursing through his right arm, locking onto the flying cloud leopard.

With a sudden throw, all his strength was unleashed.

The stone shot upward, unstoppable!

In the air above, the flying cloud leopard let out a painful roar, its body trembling and swaying, a bloody hole appearing in its right wing.

"Flying? I'll make you fly!"

Ye Han's successful hit gave him hope.

The second stone was hurled with explosive force, the stone bursting with power as it flew out.

Roar...!

The cloud leopard roared, its anger mixed with pain.

It was just a beast mount, capable of flying, but the flying cloud leopard itself was not of high grade, barely reaching the third-tier beast level. How could it withstand Ye Han's strength?

Third, fourth!

Four consecutive stones shattered on the flying cloud leopard's body, the leopard roaring as blood continuously poured out.

"Ye Han, stop it!"

Luo Tianzheng was furious, his body swaying with the flying cloud leopard, about to fall.

"Idiot!"

Ye Han snorted, a stone infused with yuan force flying out again.

After this action, Ye Han didn't hesitate, immediately sprinting forward....

Bang!!

The fifth wound appeared on the flying cloud leopard, and it plummeted to the ground.

Luo Tianzheng and Ye Zixuan, like broken kites, fell from a hundred meters in the air.

"Damn you... Ye Han, I'll kill you."

Luo Tianzheng was in excruciating pain, his bones feeling like they were about to shatter. If not for his divine power protecting him, his ribs would have broken.

Ye Zixuan's face was dark, her eyes filled with hatred as she clenched her fists tightly, watching Ye Han's escape direction.

No one expected Ye Han to use such a method. A Yuan Force Realm martial artist's strength was so great that he could bring down a flying cloud leopard.

After a few breaths, the two adjusted their breathing and looked at each other.

"Brother Luo, he won't escape," Ye Zixuan said, her voice filled with hatred.

Luo Tianzheng glanced at the nearly dead flying cloud leopard nearby, his eyes dark: "We don't need to worry about it now. The demonic tide will bring forth a ninth-tier beast king. Brother Feng's instructions cannot be disobeyed. We must go to find your opportunity."

"Fine, let that bastard live a bit longer!"

Ye Zixuan's hatred for Ye Han was intense.

It was because Ye Han was still alive, able to continue cultivating, and even join the Samsara Academy, with no other reason.

In the depths of the forest, Ye Han ran for several kilometers, his fists clenched tightly.

"This Ye Zixuan, with my battle bone and the backing of a powerful figure, has already reached the Divine Power Realm."

"The Divine Power Realm is useless. A martial artist who has just entered the Divine Power Realm is no match for me. But Luo Tianzheng and the Samsara Son Feng Wuliang are always a problem," Ye Han said solemnly.

The frustration in his chest was growing more intense!

Unfortunately, with Luo Tianzheng blocking the way, there was no chance to kill Ye Zixuan.

Ye Han's thoughts raced, and he was suddenly startled by the chaotic sounds of battle from all directions.

This was no longer the outer area. Although he had escaped Luo Tianzheng's pursuit, he had entered another tiger's mouth.

The demons and beasts around him were almost impenetrable, fighting fiercely, their innate ferocity making them extremely aggressive, with a clear intent to fight to the death.

A glance revealed the bodies of third-tier, fourth-tier, and even stronger beasts.

If he could obtain their beast cores, it would be a huge windfall.

Unfortunately, Ye Han had no chance. He was already being targeted by some ferocious beasts and demons, who saw him as a fresh and delicious meal.

"Run!"

That was the only thought in Ye Han's mind.

In an instant, over a dozen ferocious demons were chasing him, but Ye Han's figure was agile, and he disappeared without a trace.

Just as he had escaped, before he could catch his breath, another wave of demons appeared, forcing Ye Han to move again.

It was truly a "demonic tide" rather than a "beast tide." The number of demons was greater than that of the beasts, and although most of them were not very powerful, Ye Han dared not hunt them. If he got caught in the tide, he would be exhausted to death.

After escaping from seven or eight waves of demons and beasts, he appeared on a hilltop. This place was like a sanctuary, with no demons or beasts within at least five miles, allowing Ye Han to finally catch his breath.

This was only possible because he had cultivated the Nine Heavens Dragon Control Technique, giving him immense strength. Any other Yuan Force Realm martial artist would have been exhausted and dead long ago.

"Should I hide here and wait for the demonic tide to end?" Ye Han wondered.

At that moment, a strange sense of oppression appeared.

At the end of his line of sight, a massive creature over a hundred meters long appeared, moving like a small mountain.

"Xuan Yin Green King Python?"

Ye Han stared in shock.

The Xuan Yin Green King Python, an ancient and rare species, with a hundred-meter-long body, was at least... a ninth-tier beast.

Ninth-tier... Beast King!

Ye Han felt a chill down his back and his scalp tingling.

He finally understood why there was silence within five miles of this place. This was the territory of a ninth-tier beast king. Who would dare to step in?

His breathing stilled, and Ye Han immediately lay flat in the forest, completely hiding himself.

The Xuan Yin Green King Python's mouth opened wide, like a cloud-swallowing, fog-spewing maw, its breath fierce and cruel. As it moved, an astonishing aura spread, crushing everything in its path into powder.

The demonic tide continued, and this ninth-tier beast king was clearly restless, drawn to the battlefield outside its territory.

As he watched, Ye Han heard the sound of breaking wind again, and three snow-white cloud cranes flew in, with three figures jumping off in an instant.

These three people were all wearing specific robes, but they were completely unfamiliar to Ye Han, and he couldn't guess their origins.

"Whenever a demonic tide or beast tide erupts, there are all kinds of opportunities. What good luck! If we can kill this beast, we'll make a fortune," one of them said, filled with anticipation and excitement.

Moreover, as these three arrived, more figures seemed to be approaching from outside the territory.

"Truly a narrow path!"

Ye Han stared ahead, where Luo Tianzheng and Ye Zixuan appeared.