My Silly, Sweet Wife

Xuanyuan Canghai spoke, then immediately dropped Ye Guichen's blood into the small bottle.

Everyone widened their eyes, staring intently at the small bottle.

The next second, as the blood dripped, Xuanyuan Canghai quickly capped the bottle.

The golden little worm instantly reacted as if it had encountered a natural enemy, screeching in fear.

In the blink of an eye, upon touching the little golden bug, the blood turned into golden liquid.

The entire scene was abuzz.

Even Xuanyuan Canghai was momentarily stunned.

He hadn't expected the little golden bug to turn into liquid gold so quickly.

His eyes showed disbelief.

Theoretically, even if Ye Guichen had the Blood of the Netherworld Emperor, it should have taken at least a few minutes to transform the little golden bug into liquid gold.

But now, it was completed in an instant.

This meant that even if Ye Guichen possessed the Netherworld Emperor's bloodline, it was absolutely more noble and pure than that of the Netherworld Emperor.

Such a thing had never happened before.

"Could it be, his achievements might surpass those of the Netherworld Emperor?" Xuanyuan Canghai suppressed his inner excitement and trembling, suddenly lifted his head, and heavily bowed before Ye Guichen: "This subordinate deserves death for doubting the Young Master, please forgive!"

Boom!

A single sentence.

No more doubts.

Everyone bore expressions of shock.

Xuanyuan Canghai's identity had been proven; now, no one would question Xuanyuan Canghai's loyalty to the Netherworld Emperor.

Now that Xuanyuan Canghai had validated Ye Guichen's identity, what else was there to doubt?

"This subordinate pays respect to the Young Master!"

"This subordinate pays respect to the Young Master!"

"This subordinate arrived late to rescue, seeking Young Master's forgiveness!"

Shouts rose one after another.

Wei Changfeng's mouth twitched.

He completely hadn't expected Ye Guichen to truly be the Son of the Nether Emperor.

As for Xuanyuan Canghai's words, he certainly wouldn't doubt them.

He knew of Xuanyuan Canghai, especially his renown as the one-armed prince, which was widely known.

Such a person, no one could impersonate.

Especially at a time like this, being exposed as an impostor would likely result in being skinned alive.

"So, Wei Changfeng, do you have anything else to say?" Feng Boqi swung his long sword, pointing directly at Wei Changfeng.

"Slaughter him!"

"Just a mere dog under King Qin, kill him and be done!"

"Kill!"

The crowd once again erupted into shouts.

Ye Guichen also nodded lightly: "Master Feng, please handle it!"

"Alright!" Feng Boqi no longer hesitated, fiercely raised his long blade, and charged at Wei Changfeng.

Wei Changfeng was now riding a tiger, unable to dismount.

The situation today was very unfavorable for him.

The thirty thousand Qin troops would likely all be lost here.

If this battle failed, the wealth and glory he had accumulated over the years would certainly vanish.

Thus, losing was not an option!

Yes, first kill Feng Boqi, then attempt to hold the Son of the Nether Emperor hostage; once the Son of the Nether Emperor was in his grasp, who else here could possibly threaten him?

With this thought in mind, Wei Changfeng directly raised his black-gold long blade to meet the attack.

Clang!

Both blades collided, and once again, Feng Boqi's long sword was sliced in half.

Originally, Feng Boqi's sword was quite long, at least eight meters, definitely giving the sense of making one run a few more steps before he cuts you.

But previously, Ye Guichen had sliced Feng Boqi's long sword to half its length, and now Wei Changfeng had hacked off another half.

Even so, the sword still remained nearly two meters long.

Feng Boqi's expression darkened; he recalled that his opponent held the treasured black-gold long blade of the Long Sword Sect, left by his master personally in the past.

"Blade Intent Soaring Sky!" Feng Boqi knew that if he used blade against blade, he would have no chance of winning, so he took half a step back, shouted aloud, and struck.

Around him, ten meters in every direction, the air instantly filled with blade intent.

With the blade intent enveloping him, Wei Changfeng immediately felt overwhelming pressure.

These years, Wei Changfeng had indulged in wealth and luxury, his cultivation barely progressing; back then, he was only a realm behind Feng Boqi, yet now Feng Boqi had succeeded in establishing Foundation and had cultivated blade intent.

Wei Changfeng remained at Qi Refinement Level 8, relying on the sharpness of his black-gold crafted blade. Over the years, he'd challenged and killed many experts, which earned King Qin's trust. This time he was sent specifically, hoping to achieve further merit.

Feeling the advent of blade intent, Wei Changfeng knew that forcibly fighting would surely bode ill for him.

With thoughts whirling, Wei Changfeng suddenly extended his hand, clutching a pellet-like object, and tossed it toward Feng Boqi.

The next second.

That pellet-like object was hit by blade intent and exploded instantly.

White powder scattered everywhere.

Much of the powder landed directly in Feng Boqi's eyes.

Sizzle!

Like being burned by fire.

Feng Boqi cried out, and his blade intent was instantly shattered.

He stepped rapidly back, his voice hoarse: "Ah! Wei Changfeng, what is this? My eyes, I can't see!"

"Haha, Feng Boqi, what use is high cultivation? I specifically had someone prepare Fire Cloud for me. Once it hits the eyes, you're blind! From today, you're a blind man, a cripple. You're useless, so go die!"

Wei Changfeng sneered fiercely, rushing right up to Feng Boqi and swinging his black-gold long blade.

At this moment, Feng Boqi was completely blind.

But still, being a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he had keen senses.

Hearing the whistle of the wind, he swiftly retreated back.

Wei Changfeng's strike missed its mark.

However, Wei Changfeng clearly had no intention of letting Feng Boqi off.

From then on, his strikes were relentless, almost impenetrably close.

Even with great speed and sharp senses, Feng Boqi was blind. Eventually, Wei Changfeng's blade split open a huge wound on his chest.

Feng Boqi fell to the ground, hatred plastered on his face: "Despicable! You scoundrel!"

"Haha, I'm a scoundrel? On the battlefield, victory crowns the king, where's the mention of scoundrel? Today, I'll kill you. By tomorrow, word of me killing a Foundation Establishment Cultivator will reach King Qin, he will value me even more!" Wei Changfeng laughed maniacally, "Senior Feng, I really have to thank you!"

While speaking, Wei Changfeng slowly walked up to Feng Boqi, raising the black-gold long blade, ready to strike.

"Wei Changfeng, do you intend to kill someone right in front of me?" At this moment, a calm voice sounded.

Wei Changfeng's ears perked up, but he had no regard for Ye Guichen.

Without a hint of hesitation, he attempted to kill Feng Boqi.

"Stop him!" Chen Mumu, though closer, was still over a hundred meters away and couldn't act in time.

Ye Guichen's mouth curled into a playful smile, suddenly waving his hand.

A spear flew directly from his hand!

Whoosh!

The spear, with the sound of breaking through the air, appeared behind Wei Changfeng in a blink.

Wei Changfeng, shocked, could only dodge.

But at that critical moment, he suddenly felt an aura fluctuation beside him.

Turning his head, he saw someone appear next to him.

The other person held a spear, none other than that Green Nightmare Spear from the Silver Spear Sect.

A gentle thrust!

No flashy moves.

Ye Guichen thrust the spear into Wei Changfeng's chest.

Wei Changfeng was dumbfounded, looking down in disbelief: "You, how can you..."

No matter what, he hadn't anticipated Ye Guichen being so formidable.

The previous move seemed ordinary.

Yet, he couldn't evade it.

"Both at Qi Refinement Level 8, you seem too weak!" Ye Guichen spoke blandly, one hand holding the Green Nightmare Spear, slowly lifting the spear.

Wei Changfeng's body was hoisted along with it.

"Any Qin soldiers wishing to live, kneel immediately! Anyone who dares resist, this will be your fate!" Ye Guichen's voice was calm, yet it struck the ears of every Qin soldier like a deafening bell.

All the Qin soldiers' faces changed dramatically.

Although they didn't know how Ye Guichen had managed to pierce Wei Changfeng with a single thrust, they were well aware of Wei Changfeng's terrifying prowess.

Now, if they resisted, they feared there'd be no path left but death.