Even someone as new to this world as Ye Wusheng knew that ultimate skills were meant to save one's life or kill an enemy in a single strike.
Yet this guy had chosen to unleash his trump card while his opponent was at the height of their power. Only a fool would clash head-on with that.
Besides, even if he could win, who wouldn't want to conserve their strength in such a dangerous secret realm?
If he had been Nie Wuchang, he would have done the same. This way, he exhausted his opponent while keeping most of his own strength. Why wouldn't he?
"Blame it on you being too stupid and naive — your strength is no match for your enemy either…"
Ye Wusheng shook his head in mild boredom.
If it weren't for the Justice Points he needed, he wouldn't have bothered watching a bunch of rookies pecking at each other.
Just as expected, the moment Luo Changying spread his divine sense to search for Nie Wuchang —
A sharp, ghostly laugh appeared right behind him.
"Hehe! Luo Changying, the fun's over! Next life… learn some sense! Jie jie jie…"
Luo Changying's face paled in terror. He spun around at once and unleashed his protective aura.
But it was already too late. The second he turned, Nie Wuchang was already in front of him.
"Wuchang Reaps Life!"
A claw strike stabbed straight into Luo Changying's chest. Blood burst out instantly, and Luo Changying was sent crashing to the ground.
"Nine Yin Eighteen Claws!"
Shua shua shua…
A series of bone-chilling tearing sounds echoed. Luo Changying's long robe was already soaked bright red.
His hair was messy, his clothes tattered — not a trace of his earlier elegant righteous disciple demeanor remained.
Having expended enormous energy and suffered severe injuries, Luo Changying had long lost the ability to fight back.
Naturally, Nie Wuchang would not waste this chance. He gathered his strength, determined to eliminate him once and for all.
"Netherworld Claw!"
Luo Changying tried to swing his sword to block, but his body failed him. He could only watch as Nie Wuchang's attack drew closer.
He closed his eyes quietly. Confused as he was, there was nothing he could do.
At the critical moment when Nie Wuchang was about to deliver the killing blow — a dark, violent burst of power slammed into him without warning.
Nie Wuchang, mid-air, froze completely as if stopped in time. His claws could not move an inch closer.
The next second, blood sprayed from his mouth, and his body was sent flying.
He crashed more than ten zhang away, slamming into several dead trees before the mysterious, overwhelming force finally faded.
It seemed slow, but everything happened in an instant. Before anyone could process what had just occurred, a powerful shout rang out:
"STOP!"
The fighting disciples snapped back to their senses. They all looked at the battered Nie Wuchang in the distance, then quickly turned toward Ye Wusheng.
There he was, hands behind his back, stepping forward calmly and leisurely.
Everyone inhaled sharply and unconsciously halted their movements.
Luo Changying stared in disbelief. He had been certain he would die — yet someone had saved him at the last moment.
He gritted his pain and knelt on one knee, gratitude filling his eyes as he looked at Ye Wusheng.
"This disciple Luo Changying of the Longsword Sect thanks Senior for saving my life!"
But Ye Wusheng did not even glance at him. He looked at everyone as if they were mere ants.
Ye Wusheng smirked inwardly. Too soon to be thanking him.
As soon as he stood still, Nie Wuchang scrambled over and knelt hastily.
"Th-this subordinate Nie Wuchang of the Bloodfiend Sect… Why has Senior interfered? May this humble one ask who you are?!"
Under normal circumstances, Nie Wuchang would have fled long ago. But no one else felt it — he had personally experienced the sheer terror of that strike.
This person had injured him severely with just the pressure of his spiritual energy. He was someone Nie Wuchang could not afford to provoke!
Even in peak condition, escaping was uncertain, let alone injured.
So he chose the safest option. And there was another reason.
He saw the black qi coiling around Ye Wusheng. They were both of the demonic path — surely this person would show some favor to the Bloodfiend Sect.
His calculation was good, but he had completely misjudged Ye Wusheng's goals.
Ye Wusheng spoke calmly.
"Since you have asked so sincerely… I shall answer you out of mercy!"
"To prevent the world from being destroyed! To uphold peace in the world… The lovely and charming Light of Justice! Ye… Wu… Sheng!"
Everyone froze at his words. Nie Wuchang's face was filled with utter confusion.
This man was practically oozing black qi, like a walking disaster — and he called himself the Light of Justice?!
"Se-Senior… you must be joking with this lowly one…"
Nie Wuchang forced a smile uglier than crying and asked timidly.
"Silence!"
Ye Wusheng cut him off with an impatient wave.
"The dead don't need to know too much!"
As he spoke, a dark force gathered in his hand.
A black palm print blasted out without warning.
A dull boom sounded.
Bang!
Poor Nie Wuchang's eyes widened, and he fell stiffly to the ground.
Even in death, he could not understand what had just happened!
Seeing Nie Wuchang — someone powerful — killed with a casual strike, everyone present was horrified.
The Bloodfiend Sect disciples snapped awake and immediately tried to flee.
If someone like Nie Wuchang could die like that, they had to run!
But Ye Wusheng would not give them the chance. He flickered several times, appearing behind them like a ghost.
In just a moment, by the time Luo Changying and the others could see clearly, the Bloodfiend Sect disciples were already stiff and collapsed with heavy thuds.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
That was utterly terrifying!
"El-Elemental Opening Realm! He's actually an expert at the Elemental Opening Realm!"
One of the Longsword Sect disciples exclaimed after glimpsing Ye Wusheng's cultivation during his attack.
This secret realm had strict entry restrictions. For an Elemental Opening Realm expert to appear here was unthinkable — the disciple could not hold back his shock.
"Shut up!"
Luo Changying quickly snapped in a low voice.
Whoever this person was, and however he had entered, it was not for them to comment on.
The disciple immediately realized his mistake and clamped his mouth shut, not daring to breathe too loudly for fear of angering Ye Wusheng and bringing death upon himself.
But Ye Wusheng looked completely unfazed, not angry at all.
Instead, he smiled innocently at the Longsword Sect members and asked:
"Everyone alright?"
Hearing this, Luo Changying and the other disciples knelt and replied at once:
"Thank you for saving us, Senior! We only have minor injuries!"