"Clang!" The sword light flashed, and the Snow Eagle's sword abruptly pointed at Ye Jiuyou's face.

This might be his first head-on confrontation with an opponent—the previous owner who had crushed an entire great realm.

Zhao Changhe said he lacked the courage to face opponents directly, but that's not necessarily true... It was merely a dormant concealment of his claws, only to be revealed when necessary.

"Ding!" Ye Jiuyou merely extended one finger, gently pinching the sword tip.

Sword light erupted beside him.

If Snow Eagle's sword was a sudden flash of lightning, then the other sword was a thunderstorm. The overwhelming Sword Qi roared like a fierce tiger raising its head to roar in anger, revealing its jagged fangs.

Han Wubing... The King of Hundreds of Weapons, the White Tiger Sword.

Xia Chichi and Yue Hongling gasped simultaneously.

Not to mention cultivation, his intent of the White Tiger was far more standard than theirs... much more standard...

Ye Jiuyou seemed prepared, extending another hand, also pinching the sword tip with two fingers.

Just from this performance, there was no sign of being challenged across levels, as effortlessly elegant as bullying a child. But the sharp-eyed observers noticed in an instant that what Snow Eagle said was not without reason.

The Destruction and Ye Jiuyou had laws covering them, under the suppression of a superior law, theoretically Snow Eagle shouldn't even be able to thrust this sword, couldn't even get close, and would simply kneel. Yet this sword indeed closed in, necessitating a defense by hand—this was already a very clear signal.

Moreover, Ye Jiuyou's death aura was not to be trifled with. Initially, when Zhao Changhe was known to confront Ye Jiuyou, Ye Wuming had urged him to comprehend death aura in the cemetery for most of the night. This thing held little significance to an Innate Demon God like Destruction, but for humans like Zhao Changhe and Han Wubing, it was a glitch—without relevant precautions, just one touch could instantly kill a human.

However, upon pinching the sword tip, Han Wubing was not entangled by the death aura, and his Sword Qi easily scattered it—Ye Jiuyou's mastery in these areas was indeed significantly weaker.

Everyone's thoughts flickered, just as they were about to observe the ensuing battle situation, the sky suddenly erupted with an extremely fierce killing intent.

A shadow of an ancient and heavy longsword traversed across as if cleaving the boundary between heaven and earth with one sword.

If Zhao Changhe were here, he would witness the essence of swordsmanship he once saw within the Heavenly Book, returned to its origin.

Demon God third, Sword Emperor!

Ranked higher than Piaomiao, one position below Ye Jiuyou.

With Ye Jiuyou simultaneously besieged by Snow Eagle and Han Wubing now, with suspected weakening of the laws, can Ye Jiuyou withstand this sword that cleaves heaven and earth?

Ye Jiuyou suddenly pushed with both hands, shoving Snow Eagle and Han Wubing several meters away, softly laughing: "Knew you were here..."

"Ding!" A slender hand clapped backward, colliding with the giant sword shadow and jade green hand.

The snow mountain suddenly collapsed, without explosion or turbulence, quietly disappeared into silent annihilation with just this strike.

Meanwhile, the pushed-away Snow Eagle and Han Wubing again charged with their swords, stabbing straight at Ye Jiuyou's back.

Ye Jiuyou ignored what was behind, waving both hands, the ancient sword shadow whirled, transforming into the body of an elder in white robe.

Sword Emperor.

And on the attacking path of Snow Eagle and Han Wubing, another man in a dragon robe appeared abruptly, with a haggard face resembling a dead man.

Both were stunned and retracted their swords, Snow Eagle exclaimed: "Azure Dragon!"

The onlookers wore extremely unpleasant expressions.

The corpse of the Ancient Azure Dragon... which the Four Symbols Sect had always properly entombed in the Capital's Main Temple, had already become Ye Jiuyou's Corpse Puppet. Who had thought of this before, not even Zhao Changhe...

If it were to erupt abruptly in the Capital while everyone was away, the chaos and destruction it would incite would be immense, and it wouldn't actually take much time, just a matter of several blinks.

Yet instead of doing so, Ye Jiuyou directly deployed the Azure Dragon Corpse Puppet to Kunlun? What was she thinking?

On the other hand, it seemed Ye Jiuyou no longer had the confidence to take on Sword Emperor, Snow Eagle, and Han Wubing one-on-one. She too was mobilizing forces... This implied Snow Eagle's earlier remarks were proven once again; she seemed to have indeed become weaker.

The atmosphere temporarily stalemated, Sword Emperor's gaze passed over Ye Jiuyou, glancing at the Azure Dragon Corpse Puppet behind her, slowly speaking: "Was this originally how Your Highness intended to deal with my corpse?"

"Indeed." Ye Jiuyou smiled charmingly, not avoiding the topic: "In my view, death for a person never equates to death, but to eternal life... However, the lucky ones qualified to be chosen are few, and Your Excellency Sword Emperor is undoubtedly the most qualified."

Sword Emperor chuckled without answering.

Ye Jiuyou said: "Did you conspire with others to kill me for retribution on this matter? You don't seem like such a petty person..."

"You consider this a small matter?" Sword Emperor chuckled: "Perhaps it is, since I was never a corpse."

"So why do you seek to kill me then?" Ye Jiuyou laughed lightly: "Aside from that, I don't recall having any grudge with Your Excellency."

Sword Emperor's gaze fell on Han Wubing, then towards the depths of the cave: "Because Your Highness and I have an irreconcilable dispute over this matter."

Ye Jiuyou smiled: "You want the White Tiger? Indeed, your intentions align, and if you can merge them, perhaps you could break through barriers."

Sword Emperor said indifferently: "Then what is Your Highness's intention for wanting the White Tiger? To make it a Corpse Puppet like the Azure Dragon?"

Ye Jiuyou snapped her fingers.

Two shadows flashed behind Sword Emperor, one a typical Vermilion Bird shadow, only its color had turned pale green, with its originally fiery red blaze turned into Netherworld Ghost Fire; the other, obviously a Xuanwu form, was as cold as a stone sculpture.