Martial Defiance Across Nine Thousand Realms

Sssshhh!

A sword qi descended from the sky, a mere three inches from Ye Han's body.

He felt the sharpness of the sword qi tearing at his back, the chill penetrating his bones, sending shivers down his spine.

"Ye Han, if you kneel and beg for mercy now, I'll give you a chance to live."

Above the firmament, Luo Tianzheng stood atop the Flying Cloud Leopard, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Luo Tianzheng casually swung his sword, toying with Ye Han like a cat with a mouse.

"Luo Tianzheng, if you repent in time and kneel before me to slap yourself a hundred times, I might let you off," Ye Han retorted sharply.

His mind raced with countless strategies, but each was quickly dismissed; the gap was too great, and no opportunity presented itself.

Especially that Flying Cloud Leopard, far more noble than any lion-blooded steed, its speed unmatched, unobstructed by trees in the void.

"Hmm? Flying Cloud Leopard?"

A glint of cold light flashed across Ye Han's eyes.

Even those in the Divine Power Realm couldn't tread the skies without support; Luo Tianzheng and Ye Zhixuan stood proudly in the void solely because of the Flying Cloud Leopard.

"Get down here."

Ye Han grabbed a stone weighing over ten pounds, divine power coursing through his right arm, locking onto the Flying Cloud Leopard.

With a fierce throw, he unleashed all his strength.

The stone soared against the sky, unstoppable!

Midair, the Flying Cloud Leopard let out a painful roar, its body trembling, wobbling, as a bloody hole was smashed into its right wing.

"Flying? I'll show you flying!"

With one successful strike, Ye Han saw hope.

He hurled a second stone, the violent power within it ensuring the throw was explosive.

The leopard howled in pain and anger, its cries tinged with sorrow.

It was just a Monster Beast mount; aside from flying, the Flying Cloud Leopard wasn't of a high grade, barely reaching the third rank. How could it withstand Ye Han's power?

The third, the fourth!

Four solid rocks shattered upon impact with the Flying Cloud Leopard, which roared as blood spilled continuously.

"Ye Han, stop it!"

Luo Tianzheng was frantic, swaying with the unsteady Flying Cloud Leopard, on the verge of falling.

"Idiot!"

With a cold snort, Ye Han sent another stone, infused with divine power, hurtling up.

After this action, without a second thought, Ye Han dashed forward...

Boom!

A fifth wound appeared on the Flying Cloud Leopard, which then plummeted to the ground.

Along with it, Luo Tianzheng and Ye Zhixuan fell from the sky like kites with broken strings.@@novelbin@@

"I'll kill you... Ye Han," Luo Tianzheng groaned in agony, feeling as if his bones were falling apart. If not for the protection of divine power, his ribs would have surely broken.

Ye Zhixuan's face was grim, her eyes fiercely fixed on the direction of Ye Han's escape, her fists clenched in the shadows.

No one expected Ye Han to resort to such means, a Martial Artist of the Gathering Core Realm with such immense strength to bring down the Flying Cloud Leopard.

After a few breaths, the two adjusted their breath and exchanged glances.

"Brother Luo, he won't get away," Ye Zhixuan said, disheveled and full of hatred.

Luo Tianzheng glanced at the dying Flying Cloud Leopard nearby, his eyes dark: "Never mind it for now. The demon tide is erupting, and a ninth-rank Monster Beast King is bound to emerge. Senior Brother Feng has commanded us, and we dare not disobey. It's more important that we go and find fortune for you."

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

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Ye Zhixuan's hatred for Ye Han was intense.

It was because Ye Han was still alive, still able to cultivate, and even able to join the Cycle Academy.

Deep in the jungle, Ye Han ran several thousand meters in one breath, his fists clenched tightly.

"Ye Zhixuan has obtained my Battle Bones and with a powerful figure backing her, she has already stepped into the Divine Power Realm."

"The Divine Power Realm is useless; those who have just entered are no match for me. But Luo Tianzheng and that Child of Reincarnation, Feng Wuliang, are always a problem," Ye Han muttered darkly.

The frustration in his chest grew stronger!

Alas, with Luo Tianzheng in the way, there was no chance to kill Ye Zhixuan.

Ye Han's thoughts were swirling when he was startled by the cacophony of fighting from all directions.

This was no longer the periphery; though he had escaped Luo Tianzheng's pursuit, he had once again entered the tiger's den.

Demons and Monster Beasts fought fiercely around him, their innate ferocity making them extremely vicious, as if they would not stop until death.

Everywhere he looked, there were corpses of third-rank, fourth-rank, and even stronger Monster Beasts.

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

Unfortunately, Ye Han found no opportunity; he had already been targeted by some vicious Monster Beasts and demons. In their eyes, he was a fresh and delicious feast.

"Run!"

One word dominated Ye Han's mind.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen ferocious demons pursued him, but Ye Han's agile figure and incredible speed allowed him to vanish without a trace.

Just as he shook them off, without a moment to breathe, another wave of demons appeared, forcing Ye Han to flee again.

It was truly a "demon tide" and not just a "beast tide"; there were more demons than Monster Beasts, and although most were not strong, Ye Han dared not hunt them. If he were to be trapped, he would likely be worn down to death.

After evading seven or eight waves of demons and Monster Beasts, he arrived at a mountaintop that seemed like a sanctuary, with no sign of demons or Monster Beasts within a five-mile radius. Ye Han could finally catch his breath.

This was only possible because he had cultivated the Nine Heavens Dragon Control Technique, his strength profound. Any other Gathering Core Realm Martial Artist would have been exhausted and clueless about their demise.

"Hide here until the demon tide ends?" Ye Han wondered.

Just then, an inexplicable sense of oppression emerged.

At the edge of his vision, a hundred-meter-long colossal creature appeared, its advance like a moving mountain.

"Mysterious Yin Blue Python?"

Ye Han stared blankly at the scene.

The Mysterious Yin Blue Python, an ancient creature surviving to this day, a hundred meters long, was at least... a ninth-rank Monster Beast.

A ninth-rank... Monster Beast King!

Ye Han felt a chill down his spine and his scalp tingle.

He finally understood why this area was silent for five miles; it was the territory of a ninth-rank Monster Beast King. Who would dare to intrude?

As his breath stilled, Ye Han lay flat in the jungle, completely concealed.

The Mysterious Yin Blue Python opened its massive mouth, its breaths like clouds, its aura wild and ferocious. As it moved, its imposing presence crushed everything in its path to dust.

The demon tide continued, and this ninth-rank Monster Beast King was clearly restless, drawn by the battlefield beyond its territory.

Watching this, Ye Han heard the whooshing of the wind again and saw three snow-white cranes flying in. Three figures leaped from the cranes in the blink of an eye.

These three, dressed in specific robes, were completely unfamiliar to Ye Han, who could not guess their origins.

"Every demon tide or beast tide brings opportunities. What luck that we can kill this beast; we'll make a fortune," one of them said excitedly.

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

"Enemies on a narrow road!"

Ye Han watched as Luo Tianzheng and Ye Zhixuan appeared before him.