Chapter 79

Remember in one second 【↘→】, providing you with exciting novel reading. How does it feel to have your fingers forcibly broken?

Now, Zhou Huo is experiencing this feeling, with endless intense pain mixed with internal injuries relentlessly assaulting all his nerves. This is the first time in his life that Zhou Huo has suffered such agony. 【←↘】

In the past, he was always the one who brought pain and despair to others, but now, it is his turn.

"This one is for Sima, and next is for Yingluo."

Ye Wuxie, who had broken three fingers on Zhou Huo's left hand, spoke indifferently, clearly indicating that this was just the beginning.

Hanging in the air by Ye Wuxie's left hand, Zhou Huo felt a chill when he heard these indifferent words, as he felt a hand lightly placed on his left forearm.

"Snap!"

"Ah!"

The crisp sound of breaking bones and the惨叫声交织在一起，Zhou Huo's left forearm was crushed by Ye Wuxie's brute force!

This scene fell into the eyes of the others, and they all felt a sense of satisfaction.

Zhou Huo was a ruthless and even somewhat deranged person. From his actions of crippling most of the cultivators in the Yuan Yang Hall, it was clear that if he were not eliminated, he would become a great threat in the future.

Unfortunately, his cultivation was powerful, and he possessed a high-quality mundane weapon. In the Hundred Yuan World, almost no one was his match, and everyone was forced to flee. If Ye Wuxie had not arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Therefore, Zhou Huo's miserable appearance did not evoke any sympathy from anyone.

The pain from the broken fingers and forearm fiercely assaulted Zhou Huo, but with his neck tightly gripped by Ye Wuxie, he could not fully vent his agony, causing his entire body to tremble slightly. His face, as dark as a walnut, was covered in prominent veins, and his eyes were bloodshot!

However, the intense pain did not make Zhou Huo lose consciousness; instead, it slowly transformed his initial fear and shock into resentment and madness!

Still firmly gripping the Blood Fierce Saber in his right hand, Zhou Huo realized this was Ye Wuxie's oversight and his opportunity. His bloodshot eyes stared at the arm that was choking him, and a silent,疯狂的呐喊在心中回荡。下一刻，他又听到了叶无缺冷漠的话语。【←↘】

"Next is for Mo Jie."

"Whoosh" "Buzz"

"Xiao Ye, be careful of the saber!"

Mo Honglian's voice suddenly rang out from a distance, and the few women who had been watching saw the blade light of Zhou Huo's right-hand Blood Fierce Saber surge!

"Brother Ye, be careful!"

Xiao Baiou also shouted, her face pale, while Mo Qingye and Lin Yingluo's expressions changed dramatically!

"Buzz"

Under Zhou Huo's control, the dark red blade slashed diagonally from right to left, cutting through the air with a whistling sound, and the sharp edge glinted with cold light! If it were to strike at this angle, Ye Wuxie's left arm would be severed!

This was Zhou Huo's opportunity. Enduring the excruciating pain, he swung the saber. He knew that if he could sever Ye Wuxie's left arm, he would regain his mobility, and the sudden loss of his left arm would cause Ye Wuxie to scream in agony and lose all his defenses in that moment.

If that happened, Zhou Huo would seize the opportunity to turn the tables and repay Ye Wuxie thoroughly!

"Buzz"

The sudden surge of hope after despair made Zhou Huo feel a surge of heat in his heart, making his strike extremely fast, fierce, and accurate! His bloodshot eyes, filled with a hint of triumph, scanned Ye Wuxie, eager to see the change in his expression from indifference to pain and despair.

"Hmm?"

His gaze caught those brilliant eyes, but he did not see the expected fear and despair; instead, he saw a hint of... mockery, as if Ye Wuxie was not at all surprised or worried about the saber that was about to sever his left arm.

Just as Zhou Huo felt something was amiss, he suddenly felt a brilliant pale golden light flash from the hand choking his neck, followed by a powerful force that sent his body flying far away, and the intended strike missed.

"Ah"

In mid-air, Zhou Huo felt his internal energy and blood churn violently, causing unbearable pain. A mouthful of blood spewed out, and upon landing, he staggered backward, leaning on the Blood Fierce Saber to support himself. 【←↘】

"Huff, huff..."

Seemingly touching his broken left forearm and three fingers, Zhou Huo's eyes twitched as he panted heavily. However, no matter how intense the physical pain, it could not compare to the psychological humiliation.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

"You... knew?"

With a hoarse voice, Zhou Huo's bloodshot eyes stared intently at Ye Wuxie, who was ten meters away!

"Thud, thud"

Ye Wuxie walked forward unhurriedly, seemingly ignoring Zhou Huo's words, but his eyes, filled with increasing coldness, remained fixed on Zhou Huo.

"Hehehe... So Brother Ye did this on purpose! Zhou Huo must be spitting blood now."

Xiao Baiou grinned, her face full of satisfaction.

Mo Honglian and Lin Yingluo also sighed in relief, both smiling.

Nalan Yan's expression changed, and she murmured to herself, "To give a glimmer of hope in despair and then plunge it back into despair..."

"Ye Wuxie! Do you think you have me cornered? How laughable! Who am I, Zhou Huo? How could I be defeated by you!"

Despite his three broken fingers, Zhou Huo miraculously still clutched the storage ring and scroll tightly. His words were now filled with madness and hysteria.

"Do you know why I didn't take the items from your hand?"

Ye Wuxie, who had been silent, finally spoke, and his words stabbed directly into Zhou Huo's heart.

Zhou Huo's breathing paused, and he felt a chill run through his body, his unease reaching its peak.

If asked what Zhou Huo now considered most precious, it would undoubtedly be the storage ring and scroll in his hand.

The storage ring must contain some valuable resources left by the Yuan Yang inheritance. Regardless of what was inside, the storage ring itself was of extremely high quality.

As for the scroll, it likely contained the Yellow-level ultimate technique... the Red Canopy Four Yang Technique, used by Ji Yuan Yang. 【←↘】

These two items represented the Yuan Yang inheritance.

Obtaining these items meant, in Zhou Huo's view, that he had inherited the Yuan Yang inheritance. From then on, he would surely receive full cultivation support from the First Main City, and with his talent, his future achievements would be boundless.

Now, Ye Wuxie's casual words, concerning these two items, struck directly at Zhou Huo's pain point.

Indeed, why didn't he take such precious Yuan Yang inheritance items?

"Hmph! Ye Wuxie, stop pretending! Do you dare say you don't covet the Yuan Yang inheritance? Otherwise, why would you enter the Yuan Yang Hall? I tell you, as long as I, Zhou Huo, am alive, these two items are alive. If I can't have them, I'll destroy them!"

With determination, Zhou Huo's tone was resolute. He was the type who wouldn't let others have what he couldn't have, despite his intense unease.

"Destroy them? Zhou Huo, you overestimate yourself. How about this, I'll give you a chance. See if you can refine that storage ring. What do you think?"

Ye Wuxie's voice carried a hint of amusement, and everyone's faces changed upon hearing it!

Although they didn't know why Ye Wuxie said this, the Mo sisters and Lin Yingluo chose to trust him and remained silent, watching.

Only Nalan Yan detected something from Ye Wuxie's tone, as if she sensed that the storage ring and scroll in Zhou Huo's hand never truly belonged to him.

"Ha ha ha... Ye Wuxie, do you think I'm a three-year-old or that you're a fool? How could you say such things? It seems you don't know how I obtained the storage ring and scroll. Truly ignorant."

After hearing Ye Wuxie's words, Zhou Huo laughed maniacally, his remaining thumb and little finger of his left hand gripping the storage ring and scroll tightly, his eyes filled with ridicule as he looked at Ye Wuxie.

However, he then saw that Ye Wuxie's expression mirrored his own, even more so, as if looking at a fool.

"Fine, fine, fine! Ye Wuxie, I'll show you who the Yuan Yang inheritance truly belongs to!"

"Buzz"

Laughing maniacally, Zhou Huo channeled the remaining yuan energy in his body into the storage ring, determined to refine it in front of Ye Wuxie.

Ye Wuxie, seeing Zhou Huo's actions, remained calm, watching quietly.

"Buzz, buzz..."

Time ticked by, and the dark red light on Zhou Huo's left hand grew more intense, but his expression became increasingly serious, the maniacal laughter long gone.

Zhou Huo realized that his yuan energy could not penetrate the storage ring, as if it were protected by an unknown force. No matter how hard he tried, his yuan energy could not enter.

"How can this be? How can this be?"

This result instantly threw Zhou Huo into chaos, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He frantically channeled all the yuan energy he could muster into the storage ring, but to no avail.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Yes, there's still the scroll! There's still the scroll!"

His bloodshot eyes caught sight of the scroll beside him, and his eyes lit up with renewed hope. He abandoned the storage ring and channeled all his yuan energy into the scroll.

"Buzz"

However, after half an hour, sweat trickled down his cheeks, mixing with the blood at the corner of his mouth, and his lips became dry, moving incessantly. His eyes were vacant, his face distorted, and he seemed to have lost his soul.

He could not refine either the storage ring or the scroll.

"No! No! The Yuan Yang inheritance is mine! The Yuan Yang inheritance belongs to me, Zhou Huo..."

His muttering grew louder but more trembling. At this moment, Zhou Huo finally showed despair, as if sinking into an endless abyss.

"It's time to end this."

With a gentle voice, Ye Wuxie saw what he wanted to see. His speed instantly reached its peak, and he charged at Zhou Huo, a pale golden full moon appearing above his head, followed by a series of crescents that ultimately formed a golden crescent moon.

Ye Wuxie unleashed the Crescent Moon Again!

"Rumble"

The golden crescent moon, trailing brilliant moonlight, descended upon Zhou Huo!

This overwhelming momentum also snapped Zhou Huo out of his trance!

Lifting his head, Zhou Huo's bloodshot eyes flashed with boundless despair and madness. Seeing the golden crescent moon descending from the sky, he let out a mournful howl. His Blood Fierce Saber trembled violently, and he channeled all his remaining yuan energy into it, unleashing a final, desperate strike at the descending golden crescent moon!

"Three Techniques of Blood Fierce! Blood Killing Cycle!"

"Buzz"

The Blood Fierce Saber transformed into a fierce blood-colored demon shadow, roaring in the air. The demon's massive mouth opened wide, revealing sharp, terrifying fangs that pierced through the void, tearing toward the golden crescent moon!

"Rumble"

"Thud"

The golden crescent moon, trailing brilliant light, collided with the blood-colored demon shadow, instantly unleashing an overwhelming shockwave. The blinding light once again engulfed the surrounding area for nearly a hundred meters!

"Spit..."

Zhou Huo, spewing blood into the sky, was thrown into the air by the massive backlash, his body tumbling helplessly. His left hand, which had been gripping the storage ring and scroll, finally lost its strength, and they fell to the ground, only to be gently caught by a pale, powerful hand.

"Thud"

His body crashed heavily to the ground, Zhou Huo rolled backward several times before stopping. His face covered in blood, his bloodshot eyes were frozen with death and despair, lying motionless like a dead dog.

The greatest sorrow is the death of the heart.

At this moment, Zhou Huo, as Ye Wuxie had said, could not even find death.

Looking at the storage ring and scroll still emitting a faint glow in his hand, Ye Wuxie felt a sense of familiarity, a recognition from the very core.

"Roar"

A faint dragon's roar suddenly echoed around Ye Wuxie, and a surge of soul power emerged from his third eye, completely enveloping the storage ring and scroll. With another flash of light, the two items disappeared from Ye Wuxie's hand, stored in his own storage ring.

Seeing this, Nalan Yan's eyes flickered, and she finally shook her head, sighing softly.

Completing everything, Ye Wuxie turned around, a gentle smile on his face as he looked at Lin Yingluo, Sima Ao, and the Mo sisters, and said, "Fortunately, I made it in time."