Chapter 1055: Unrequited Feelings

Seeing this, Jian Wushuang bristled with anger!

"Ji Qingyun, you despicable scoundrel! Our Heavenly Sword Sect is besieging the Seven-Star Miluo, yet you sit back and reap the rewards! Hand over the Seven-Star Miluo, and I'll spare your life!"

Ye Yuan said innocently, "My dear Young Master Sword, I just saved your life, and this is how you treat your savior? This Seven-Star Miluo has become a spirit herb; with your strength, you couldn't handle it at all. If I hadn't taken it, you'd be a corpse by now."

Jian Wushuang choked. He had been struggling and was clearly at his limit.

If those thorns had shot out a little longer, the outcome would have been uncertain.

But he had just seen Jian Thirteen fighting that ancient desolate celestial lion in a world-shaking battle, while he himself had been made a mess by the Seven-Star Miluo, only to have Ji Qingyun snatch the prize. He simply couldn't accept this result.

"Bullshit! You clearly stole my Seven-Star Miluo, and now you're acting smug after getting a bargain. How utterly shameless!" Jian Wushuang roared.

Jian Wushuang felt he was about to collapse. Why had he nearly been killed by the Seven-Star Miluo's thorns, yet this guy casually plucked it off?

After all, Ye Yuan was only at the first level of Dao Xuan!

Ye Yuan was defeated by this guy's shamelessness and had to say, "Alright, alright, even if I stole your Seven-Star Miluo, what do you want to do to me?"

Jian Wushuang, righteous indignation burning, drew his long sword without thinking and said, "Leave the Seven-Star Miluo behind, and I'll spare your life!"

Ye Yuan looked at him suspiciously and said, "You really want me to leave it?"

"Nonsense! Are you leaving it or not?"

Ye Yuan said helplessly, "Fine, since you want it, I'll give it to you."

With that, Ye Yuan tossed the Seven-Star Miluo over.

Jian Wushuang was delighted and instinctively reached out to catch it.

This Seven-Star Miluo was too important to him; without it, he couldn't break through to the Void Xuan realm!

But the next moment, Jian Wushuang's expression changed drastically.

The moment the Seven-Star Miluo left Ye Yuan's hand, it came to life as if awakened, and a barrage of thorns shot toward Jian Wushuang.

This time, he was too close to it and had no way to dodge.

At that critical moment, several sharp sword beams tore through the air.

"Ssshhh..."

The thorns were shattered by the sword beams one after another.

A figure swooped in—who else could it be but Jian Thirteen?

But at this moment, Jian Thirteen's clothes were full of holes, his aura was chaotic, and there were traces of blood.

It seemed he had just been through a fierce battle.

Seeing Ye Yuan, Jian Thirteen's expression darkened. "Ji Qingyun, you dare to kill Wushuang? You're asking for death!"

Ye Yuan said helplessly, "Are all you people of the Heavenly Sword Sect so unreasonable? I just saved Jian Wushuang, but he insists I stole his Seven-Star Miluo. I return it to him, and now you say I want to kill him."

Jian Thirteen snorted coldly. "Hmph! Everyone in the Divine Realm knows you and Wushuang are mortal enemies. Would you be so kind?"

Ye Yuan sighed. "That's just Jian Wushuang's unrequited feelings. To be my mortal enemy, he's not qualified."

Jian Thirteen was taken aback and wanted to retort but couldn't find the words.

Ye Yuan was merely stating a fact. In both his past and present lives, Jian Wushuang had never been a worthy opponent in Ye Yuan's eyes. It was Jian Wushuang who, on his own, regarded Ye Yuan as a mortal enemy.

Back then, Jian Wushuang had provoked Ji Qingyun over Mu Lingxue and nearly been crippled by him.

At that time, though both were heirs of two great super holy lands, the gap in their strength was immense!

Even in this life, with Ye Yuan wielding a divine artifact and leading a group of Void Xuan experts, he didn't even need to lift a finger to deal with Jian Wushuang.

But to Jian Wushuang, these words trampled his pride into the dirt. He roared, "Ji Qingyun, if you have the guts, don't use your divine artifact, and let's fight one-on-one! With your current strength, you're not even fit to be a toothpick for me!"

At this moment, Jian Wushuang had completely lost his mind.

He felt that Ye Yuan was a nemesis sent by heaven, specifically targeting him.

But upon hearing this, Jian Thirteen wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

In battles between martial artists, one never tells the other what to use or not use. In a life-or-death fight, everything is part of one's strength, including luck.

As long as you can defeat your opponent, any means are acceptable.

Being able to obtain a divine artifact was itself part of Ye Yuan's strength. Why should he tie his own hands?

Jian Wushuang's words were already an admission of defeat.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yuan smiled faintly upon hearing this and said, "Is that so? Then try to take this move!"

Before Jian Wushuang could react, a terrifying soul force spread out, and his divine soul was plunged into darkness.

Jian Wushuang's expression changed drastically. "Ten Thousand Souls Annihilation! You... your soul realm has already broken through to high-level Alchemy Emperor?"

At that moment, Jian Wushuang felt his divine soul on the verge of collapse, his entire being in a dazed state.

Back then, Ye Yuan had severely wounded him with this very move. Unexpectedly, in this reincarnated life, Jian Wushuang was still powerless against it.

Alchemists are not entirely helpless against martial artists. If an alchemist's soul techniques are powerful enough, they can be quite a headache for martial artists.

For instance, beings like Ji Zhengyang and Old Man Han could annihilate weaker Void Xuan experts with a flick of their fingers.

Unless a martial artist can kill the alchemist in an extremely short time or possesses a powerful soul-defense sacred artifact, they have no choice but to wait for death.

"No... don't... I... I concede!" Jian Wushuang completely broke down.

Jian Thirteen did not intervene. He could see that Ye Yuan had no killing intent, but as he felt the power of Ten Thousand Souls Annihilation, his expression turned grim.

He hadn't expected that after a cycle of reincarnation, Jian Wushuang was still powerless before Ji Qingyun.

He didn't blame Jian Wushuang; the Heavenly Sword Sect knew his talent well. If anyone was to blame, it was Ji Qingyun's overwhelming strength!

To be born in the same era as such a genius was simply tragic.

In an instant, the soul force receded like a tide. The pressure on Jian Wushuang's divine soul lifted, and he gasped for air.

He felt as if he had just returned from the gates of hell.

Ye Yuan said calmly to Jian Thirteen, "Although Jian Wushuang has provoked me many times, there is no deep enmity between us. If I wanted to kill him, he would have died countless times already. Even if I had killed him back then, what could your Heavenly Sword Sect have done to me? He is somewhat arrogant, but not deserving of death."

Jian Thirteen knew Ye Yuan was speaking the truth, but he was reluctant to admit it.

"Since you wanted to save him, why did you try to kill him with the Seven-Star Miluo just now?" Jian Thirteen asked in a low voice.

Ye Yuan smiled. "Just joking with him. You came back, didn't you? Would you have stood by and watched him die?"