My Silly, Sweet Wife

Ye Guichen didn't say anything more and looked ahead.

Not far in front, smoke and dust billowed.

It seemed someone was charging toward them.

Ye Guichen raised his hand slightly, signaling all the Qin soldiers to be on full alert.

The Qin soldiers were all incomparably nervous, but at this point they had no thought of retreat.

Many of them actually had the same thought in their hearts: since Ye Guichen was the Son of Nether Emperor, the rightful heir, following him couldn't be wrong.

This battle was the first one since the Netherworld Emperor's reemergence; it held great significance for them.

If they did well, they would be considered men of merit for following Ye Guichen in the future.

But at the same time, many still had misgivings in their hearts.

After all, for many Qin soldiers, although they had now defected to Ye Guichen, their families were still under King Qin's control.

Once King Qin used their families to threaten them, it seemed they would have no other choice but to turn around and oppose Ye Guichen again.

But misgivings were misgivings; right now they had no other choice either.

Seeing the rolling cloud of dust rushing toward them from afar, it was clear someone had already launched an attack on them, and all the Qin soldiers instantly tensed up, ready for battle.

Ye Guichen quickly recognized the banners on the other side; they were Qi troops.

So he had Bai Qi withdraw to the side; after all, these men had fought side by side with Bai Qi, and having Bai Qi personally strike them down would be a bit too heartless.

After giving his orders, Ye Guichen himself drew the Immortal Slayer Sword and stood proudly at the front of the crowd.

The smoke and dust came closer and closer.

Wan Shu was at the very front.

A gray wolf was under him, sprinting at full speed.

When he saw Ye Guichen from afar, Wan Shu let out a roar, bent his bow, nocked an arrow, and loosed it straight at Ye Guichen.

Wan Shu was famed as the invincible divine arrow, the Divine Archer of the entire Qi army.

Wan Shu himself was a Qi Refinement seventh-layer expert, and the divine arrows in his hands had been refined by a master; at long range he could easily kill experts a realm lower than himself.

So Wan Shu could be counted as one of the fiercest generals under Bai Qi.

When Bai Qi saw Wan Shu's figure, his brows couldn't help but knot.

He hadn't expected that one day he would be standing opposed to Wan Shu.

Right now Wan Shu wasn't thinking of any of that.

Having just become a commander and then learning of Ye Guichen's "atrocities," he naturally wanted to earn a great merit.

When he saw a man step out from the Qin ranks in the distance, Wan Shu didn't think twice and immediately loosed his shot.

From a thousand meters away, his arrows never missed.

Wan Shu believed that even if the opponent was an expert on Bai Qi's level, he would still be shot.

As long as the commander was wounded, they were already half‑victorious.

However, after the arrow flew out, Ye Guichen did not move; he slowly raised his hand and directly caught the arrow by its fletching.

The fletching buzzed, as if trying to break free from Ye Guichen's hand.

Ye Guichen's expression remained calm; he suddenly bent his fingers and snapped the shaft in half.

Bai Qi stood not far away; when he saw this scene, his eyeballs almost popped out.

He knew from personal experience what Wan Shu's arrows were like.

If he himself were targeted, he'd only be able to scrape by with his life by risking serious injury; there was absolutely no way he could casually grab the arrow like that.

"Young Master, Wan Shu is the Divine Archer under King Qi; you mustn't take him lightly!" Bai Qi couldn't help but remind him.

Although Ye Guichen had caught one arrow, next Wan Shu would definitely use his trump card, Seven Stars in a Row.

With seven arrows fired in unison, Ye Guichen had no way to dodge.

As Bai Qi's words fell, Wan Shu was slightly stunned, then burst out laughing: "Haha, I didn't expect anyone to be able to catch my arrow. Good, today I'll let you taste my ultimate skill—Seven Stars in a Row!"

Bang, bang, bang!

Tight, explosive sounds rang out.

Arrow after arrow, as if linked together.

The seven arrows formed the shape of the Big Dipper as they shot toward Ye Guichen.

In that instant, Ye Guichen felt himself completely locked down, with no chance to escape.

Yet ripples rose in his heart.

"He really is a master!" As he sighed inwardly, Ye Guichen did not dare be careless this time.

Instead, he slowly raised the Immortal Slayer Sword.

"Sever—Intent!"

As the words fell, his sword slashed out.

Vast Sword Intent surged forth.

Like a fierce tiger roaring out.

The tiger pounced at the seven incoming arrows.

The next second, the Sword Intent collided with the arrows.

The seven arrows seemed to smash against a hard turtle shell, emitting cracking sounds.

In the blink of an eye, all seven arrows snapped apart, shattering into pieces.

Bai Qi took a deep breath, completely unable to believe his own eyes.

"H‑How is this possible?"

"Sword Intent? The Young Master has actually cultivated Sword Intent?"

"Isn't this kind of Sword Intent something only a Foundation Establishment Expert can cultivate? H‑How could he?"

Xuanyuan Canghai's old face wore a smile as he gently patted the black tiger's head twice. "The Young Master is a heaven‑sent prodigy—how could you possibly gauge him?"

Bai Qi's face stiffened, and he couldn't help recalling the scene from when he had crossed moves with Ye Guichen just over two months ago.

If he had used Sword Intent back then, Bai Qi probably wouldn't have been able to block even a single move, right?

Of course, Bai Qi didn't know that Ye Guichen's Sword Intent had only been cultivated recently.

Wan Shu had also never imagined that Ye Guichen would actually block his Seven Stars in a Row.

Stunned, he was already close to Ye Guichen.

Inadvertently, he glanced at Bai Qi, wondering why Bai Qi was here.

But he still understood the principle of capturing the ringleader first.

Seeing his seven arrows miss, Wan Shu had no time to think further; he grabbed his golden‑threaded great ring saber and charged straight at Ye Guichen.

No matter what, he had to first subdue Ye Guichen to have any chance of victory.

If he relied on the Qi soldiers behind him—several thousand men against over ten thousand on the other side—it would be a road to certain death.

"Brat, die!" Wan Shu roared, leaping up and slashing down at Ye Guichen.

The gray wolf howled as well, one claw swiping at Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen was now at the eighth layer of Qi Refinement; dealing with someone like Wan Shu required almost no effort.

He smiled faintly, and his figure vanished from where he stood.

Then two impact sounds rang out.

Bang, bang!

Immediately after, Wan Shu and the gray wolf both slammed into the ground.

Along with them came the sound of bones breaking.

With a single slap, he had knocked both man and wolf flat.

Wan Shu still tried to struggle to his feet.

But after trying twice, he found he couldn't stand at all.

Because he realized that with that one slap, the other party had severed most of the meridians in his body.

If he wasn't treated in time, he would probably become a cripple in the future.

"I'll give you a chance to live—have those Qi soldiers submit to me!" Ye Guichen grabbed Wan Shu and lifted him up with one hand.

The Qi soldiers who had charged up behind them were instantly dumbfounded and didn't dare advance any farther.

Meanwhile, the Qin soldiers behind Ye Guichen all had burning heat in their eyes.

This fight was way too satisfying.

They hadn't even had a chance to strike yet.

Wan Shu turned his head away and cursed, "What a treacherous villain, telling them to surrender? Haha, you want them to surrender so you can kill them all afterward, don't you? You're not worthy!"

Xuanyuan Canghai stepped forward and slapped Wan Shu across the face. "How dare you be rude to the Young Master? Believe it or not, I'll kill you with one palm!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Wan Shu's mouth, but his face still showed defiance. "Young Master? Haha, old fossil, this is that so‑called Son of Nether Emperor? Tsk tsk, how can such a vicious man be worthy of becoming Netherworld Emperor? Haha, haha, fine then—if you've got the guts, have him kill me! If I die, at least it proves what I've done is right, unlike you, helping King Zhou do evil!"

"Watch your tongue!" Xuanyuan Canghai was about to kill Wan Shu on the spot, but was stopped by Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen had heard something off in his words; Wan Shu seemed to be implying something. "Helping King Zhou do evil?"

A cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You mean I'm King Zhou? Heh, turn around and look at those ten thousand Qin soldiers—after they surrendered, did I slaughter them all, or did I torture them? Tell me, how exactly have I become someone like King Zhou?"

Wan Shu froze at his words and subconsciously looked toward the Qin soldiers.

The Qin soldiers were looking at him as well.

Their eyes were filled with intense heat.

"Young Master!"

"Son of Nether Emperor!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"Mighty Young Master, the one Emperor under Heaven!"

Amid the shouts, every gaze turned toward Ye Guichen was filled with deep respect.

There wasn't the slightest trace of resentment.

And those eyes could not be faked.

Wan Shu felt a wave of dizziness. "What's going on?"