The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor
Chapter 767 - 764: Marvelous Sights

Chapter 767: Chapter 764: Marvelous Sights

"This is not an array set by Zongheng Sect," Ye Xuan said with a slight shake of his head.

"Not Zongheng Sect?" Huang Yue exclaimed in astonishment.

Ye Xuan didn’t explain anything.

This Array Realm was a protective territory he left for the East Desolate Wolf back when he saved it, to prevent it from being targeted by others.

However, the Array Realm had changed.

It must have been tinkered with by the East Desolate Wolf over the years.

Ye Xuan smiled indifferently.

"Fellow Daoists, are you also here to observe the wonders of the Eastern Desolate?"

At that moment, a group of people approached from not far away, greeting Ye Xuan with a cupped fist salute.

This group consisted of thirteen people, among which there were six women and seven young men, all young in appearance.

However, all of these people’s cultivation levels were at the Life Palace or Yin Yang Realm, which made them quite strong in their own right.

By their looks, they seemed to be cultivators from the West Coast Sea who had come here to marvel at the scenery.

Ye Xuan didn’t look at those people, instead, he continued to gaze into the endless mists with a calm expression.

He had not come to the eastern part of the East Desolate to see any wonders, but rather to settle scores with the East Desolate Wolf.

Ye Xuan ignored those people, so naturally, Zhou Youwei didn’t pay them any attention either.

Qiao Xinyu didn’t bother to mention it.

As for the only Huang Yue, he was also not one to talk much and always had a peculiar temperament. Seeing that they were being approached by strangers, he also ignored them.

This left the well-dressed young man who had spoken feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Hmph, these guys obviously have never been to the eastern part of the East Desolate before, looking like a bunch of country bumpkins. They don’t even respond to Brother Ji’s words, such rudeness!" a young man with a cold expression coldly remarked.

"Brother Ji is the Saint Heir of our West Coast Sea’s Feixing Sect—a few knaves like them daring to be so disrespectful, they’re truly asking for death!" Other young men also chimed in.

The one referred to as Brother Ji, the well-dressed youth, waved his hand and said, "Perhaps they are engrossed in these wonders and didn’t hear us. We were the same when we first came here."

Despite saying this, the well-dressed young man felt slightly uncomfortable at heart.

He was always warm and friendly, and with the title of Saint Heir of Feixing Sect, people usually wouldn’t offend him, including the ones he personally invited to view the scenery.

When he saw Ye Xuan and his group, he had intended to extend an invitation, but they hadn’t paid any attention to him.

"Brother Ji, you’re too good-natured," the others said upon hearing the words of the Saint Heir.

Several women also looked sideways.

Normally, with their status, if someone snubbed them, they might not confront it right away, but they would certainly show some signs of displeasure.

But the Saint Heir of Feixing Sect didn’t do so and instead made excuses for those people.

Such behavior suggested that the Saint Heir of Feixing was indeed a decent person.

"Eh? What are they planning to do?" At this moment, a young girl pointed at Ye Xuan and his companions, speaking with an astonished face.

The Saint Heir and others also saw the scene and were shocked, "Are they really planning to break into the Eastern Desolate?"

"Fellow Daoist, that place is not to be touched!"

The face of the Saint Heir changed slightly, and the slight annoyance he felt vanished as he called out a warning.

Even though he had been slighted, he knew the dangers within the Eastern Desolate; if they rushed in, they would surely die. He wouldn’t let a bit of annoyance lead to the death of these people. That wasn’t in his character!

At this moment, Ye Xuan and his group were flying towards the Eastern Desolate.

At the warning of the Saint Heir, Ye Xuan smiled slightly and said loudly, "Since you all have come to see the scenery, today I will show you a true wonder."

As he spoke, a sword that looked like both a blade and a sword, the Black Sword, appeared beside Ye Xuan’s right hand.

Ye Xuan drew out from his pocket and slowly grasped the hilt of the River Soldier.

Their figures did not stop.

"What is this guy doing? Does he really plan to cleave the Eastern Desolate with that sword?" The Saint Heir and others were all astounded.

"Brother Ji, you really shouldn’t have reminded those brainless fools," one remarked.

Hearing this, the Saint Heir couldn’t help but shake his head.

Originally intending to warn these fellows, I didn’t expect them to be so arrogantly ignorant.

Forget it, I can’t be bothered anymore.

So thought the Saint Heir of Feixing.

"Hey! Young man, be careful when you’re slicing; don’t accidently kill us too!"

Someone shouted loudly nearby.

These words were naturally directed at Ye Xuan.

It seemed like a warning, but was actually mockery.

Ye Xuan paid no attention to these fellows. The moment he grasped the River Soldier, his gaze transformed instantly.

Sharp as a knife, deep as the sea.

An indescribable aura erupted from him, causing those who had intended to mock Ye Xuan a bit more to shut their mouths, their expressions noticeably changing.

Only then did they realize that these seemingly brainless fellows didn’t seem to be easy to provoke!

The Saint Heir of Feixing also frowned, watching Ye Xuan and his group with curiosity, wondering what these fellows were up to.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ye Xuan, holding the River Soldier, gently traced it across the boundless mist in front of him.

The four figures didn’t stop and continued moving forward.

Moments later, their silhouettes were engulfed by the boundless mist.

Only then did the Saint Heir of Feixing and the others come back to their senses, puzzled and uttering, "Is that it?"

"Come on, I thought this guy was putting on such a big show for something major."

"The act of bragging sure was impressive..."

Everyone felt like they had been duped, both annoyed and amused.

The Saint Heir of Feixing also felt duped, touched his nose, and stared in the direction where Ye Xuan and the others had vanished, feeling that something was amiss.

Are these people really fools?

Suddenly, the Saint Heir of Feixing’s pupils shrank in disbelief.

Boom————

The next moment, a terrifying gust of wind erupted, sweeping in all directions and instantly dispersing the boundless mist.

The endless mist that reached the sky and connected to the earth was at that moment cleaved open by a boundless gap.

The gap was horizontal, stretching from left to right.

It seemed to split the boundless mist in two, creating a division between heaven and earth!

Everyone was stunned, their robes and hair billowing, staring dumbfounded at the earth-shattering scene.

"That guy..."

With his heart in shock, the Saint Heir of Feixing finally understood Ye Xuan’s words.

I’ll show you a true marvel.

The scene before their eyes, was it really created by that guy’s single slash?!

What kind of being is he?!

In that moment, the Saint Heir of Feixing finally understood why they had been disregarded before.

Would immortals in the sky care about what the ants on the ground were saying?

The Saint Heir of Feixing had a complicated gaze, unable to regain his senses for a long time.

Meanwhile, at this moment.

Ye Xuan had already led Zhou Youwei, Qiao Xinyu, and Huang Yue into the eastern region of the East Desolate.

With a single sword stroke, a path was carved.

The Array Realm, which only the top Spirit Array Masters could arrange, was like paper in front of the River Soldier.

That single stroke, something the East Desolate Wolf would never have imagined in his death.

Having already calmed down and deciding to use the Array Realm to block Ye Xuan and Qiao Xinyu, he now stood there woodenly, feeling a desire to die.