The first blade of light swept across Ye Yu’s body.
Next came the second, third, and fourth.
Countless blade glares pierced through Ye Yu with ease.
He still didn’t make a single move.
Only when it reached the eight hundred and ninety-ninth strike did Ye Yu suddenly raise his hand and catch the edge of the blade.
In an instant, every long blade dissolved into pure white light and vanished.
Tang Wushuang froze where she stood, staring in disbelief at the long blade in her left hand.
The Illusory Blade... was caught?
In her entire life as a yokai, this was the first time she had ever seen such a thing.
Ye Yu said calmly, “Whether it was the two blades you first revealed or the countless phantoms that followed, they were all just illusions meant to deceive.”
“In truth, from beginning to end, you had only one blade.”
“The Mantis Clan’s Illusory Blade is nothing more than that.”
Ye Yu pressed lightly. Using the Demon Arrival Heaven Method as his foundation, he snapped the long blade in two on the spot.
With it, Tang Wushuang’s fighting spirit shattered as well.
In that moment, despair washed over her. She knelt before Ye Yu and raised her head. “Can you tell me how you saw through it?”
Ye Yu chuckled and did not answer.
To see through the Illusory Blade, he relied, ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) of course, on the dream-born talent Heaven-Defying Comprehension.
That talent does more than accelerate cultivation; it also perceives the essence of all things.
It strips away appearances and looks straight into the original core.
Seeing the true body of the Illusory Blade was only the most basic application.
He could even imitate it.
He slowly closed his eyes. After a brief thought, he gripped the air with both hands, and two long blades took shape from condensed yokai power.
With a light swing, two became four, four became sixteen...
A world of blades appeared once more.
This was not a simple copy; in Ye Yu’s hands, the Illusory Blade seemed strengthened.
Innumerable blade glares screened off heaven and earth.
They not only locked onto an opponent’s vital aura with ease, but also punched straight through the opponent’s psychological defenses,
making them involuntarily feel an absolute mismatch—seeking only a swift death.
At the brink of death, a faint smile appeared on Tang Wushuang’s face.
To die beneath the Mantis Clan’s ultimate secret art—wasn’t that an honor in its own right?
Only, the scene now was far too dramatic.
She remembered how Ye Gongqiang had once told her that his nephew was a peerless prodigy, one in ten thousand.
Back then, Tang Wushuang had only sneered.
A prodigy? She had seen far too many prodigies.
She had eaten far too many prodigies.
So by comparison, she was the true prodigy.
Only upon meeting Ye Yu did she realize how mediocre those so-called prodigies—and she herself—really were.
There truly are prodigies in this world; it just wasn’t her.
[swish]
As the blade glare flashed by, Tang Wushuang was annihilated, body and soul.
After finishing off the new city lord, Ye Yu turned and looked toward Ye Gongqiang in the distance.
By now, the man’s gaze was vacant.
His faith had clearly collapsed.
That was exactly the effect Ye Yu wanted.

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