What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1318

[Thirty meters. Twenty. Fifteen.]

Ye Yu watched Zhu Cangwen draw closer, saying nothing.

He knew it well: facing a woman this viciously intolerant of evil, any words were useless.

If so, better to save his strength—for a fight to the death.

Closer. Closer still. If she came just a little nearer, Ye Yu might have a crack to break the stalemate.

But Zhu Cangwen suddenly halted, her gaze cold on Ye Yu.

“There’s no fear in your eyes. Do you have some heavy treasure on you—is that why you’re so sure of yourself?”

“Heh. Leaning on externals will never make a true powerhouse.”

“Whatever you’ve obtained, it’s destined not to stop this sword of mine.”

Zhu Cangwen tightened her grip on the divine sword.

A tyrannical aura detonated.

Space around Ye Yu warped; the divine power in his body refused to answer his call.

That genuinely surprised him.

What god-art was Zhu Cangwen using? It was strikingly similar to his Equality of All Beings.

The only difference: she severed divine power purely by using sword intent to suppress—overwhelming the low with the high.

Against lower realms, that might work again and again.

Against higher-realm gods, the failure rate would soar.

In short, it was certainly less exquisite than Equality of All Beings.

But arguing the point now meant nothing.

Even with his yokai body tempered by demon-god arts, fully blocking a peak strike from an Ancient Deity-realm powerhouse was wishful thinking.

A three-great-realm gap could grind away anything.

If Zhu Cangwen brought that sword down, he would shatter on the spot.

What to do?

Ye Yu’s thoughts raced—Zhu Cangwen’s sword was even faster than he’d expected.

[ding]

A crisp, piercing note rang.

Then a terrifying shockwave blasted out, driving Ye Yu backward at speed.

The force was so great it shattered the sea of phantom sword auras overhead.

Ye Yu looked forward again—and a familiar figure stood there.

Heng Xuanzhen had condensed a divine sword from sword intent and stopped Zhu Cangwen’s strike.

A breeze lifted her side locks; from behind, the sword goddess was ruinously handsome.

Only now did Ye Yu fully understand what it meant to “cut down men and women alike.”

Heng Xuanzhen was that kind of existence—

her life defined by one word: stunning.

“Master-aunt... y-you’re alive?”

Heng Xuanzhen’s voice trembled.

Zhu Cangwen’s face stayed ice-cold. “When I sensed Ancient Sword Gorge being rebuilt, I knew at once—you were still alive.”

“After all, back then, you were the only one in the Alliance who wasn’t present.”

“To be honest, I’m glad you’re alive. But that you blocked my sword for a vile yokai god—I’m furious.”

Heng Xuanzhen glanced back at Ye Yu, then hurriedly said, “Master-aunt, you must not kill him. Without him, I could never have seen Master and junior sister again. Look—they’re right there.”

For the first time, a ripple touched Zhu Cangwen’s placid gaze.

“You mean these God Alliance martyrs drenched in demonic aura were summoned by this filthy yokai god?”

Hearing that, Ye Yu’s killing intent surged.

He was nearly done holding back.

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