Chapter 128: First Clash with the Accord Sect

The bearded man said indifferently, "Since this brother has chosen to intervene, he clearly does not hold our Harmony Gate in any regard! If that is the case, then we shall have to teach you a lesson!"

Ye Hua smiled slightly and said, "I find this Black Swallow to be truly remarkable; it would be a great pity if it were to perish here. If I have caused any offense, I hope you fellow cultivators will forgive me!"

Old Man Du the Black said angrily, "What? You heard we are from the Harmony Gate and you're afraid, aren't you? Ha! Since you had the audacity to interfere, you must leave something behind today! Boss Lin...!"

The bearded man's eyes flickered as he thought to himself, "Judging by the way the opponent moved just now, he seems like a disciple of the Ghost Gate. In these Jiyou lands, I have never heard of any formidable ghost-path sect. Could he be a disciple of the Wuyin Sect from Jibei? If that is the case, it would be unwise to offend him! But if I let him walk away, how will I, Lin Han, face my brothers in the future?"

As he pondered, he heard the young man retort, "The Harmony Gate may be powerful, but I am not afraid! You want me to leave something behind? Tell me, my dear fellow, what would you suggest I leave?"

Old Man Du the Black's face flushed from red to purple. He shouted in a rage, "I am not your 'dear fellow,' I am... I am Du..." Before he could finish, a burst of laughter erupted from the ground. It turned out that Old Man Du the Black hated being called "Black" more than anything, but the nickname had already spread, and he was helpless to stop it. He never expected this young man to address him as "dear fellow"! Furious, he shrieked, "Leave... leave what? Leave your dog head behind!"

With that, a silver light flashed in his hand—the very same long spear—and he lunged at Ye Hua. Ye Hua laughed, "Fine, let's see if you have the ability to take it. Don't end up leaving your own dog head instead!" He drifted backward, his long sword slashing forward!

Lin Han saw Old Man Du the Black attack and was too late to stop him. He thought, "The opponent is at most in the Seven Treasures Realm. With seven of us, we could capture him without any effort. At worst, we can show him mercy and let him go later." Having decided, he laughed, "Since this young friend has already made his move, Old Man Du, feel free to teach him a lesson!"

Though Old Man Du the Black had attacked in a fit of rage, seeing the opponent retreat while effortlessly deflecting his strikes with such intense spiritual power made him realize he could barely hold his own. He began to feel a pang of regret. As a silver sword beam slashed toward him, he gripped his spear with both hands to parry. With a loud clang, a massive force surged from the spear, causing his blood to churn and forcing him to stagger back several steps.

The man still struggling on the ground saw the youth appear and, not recognizing him, assumed he was reinforcements sent by the Jue Wu Hall. His spirits lifted, and the glow of his sword brightened significantly.

Ye Hua forced his opponent back and was about to stop, when his expression suddenly shifted. He swung his long sword behind him, and with a series of clangs, he turned to see four black-clad men—members of the original group of six—closing in on him.

The four men shouted in unison, spreading out to surround Ye Hua. Old Man Du the Black, emboldened by their presence, rushed back into the fray, shouting, "Kill this brat!" His spear thrust forward once more.

Ye Hua frowned slightly. A quick glance revealed the situation: two of the three Jue Wu Hall members had fainted, leaving only one to fight the other two, though he was doing better than before. Further away stood the bearded man, the leader, seemingly waiting for an opening. The five men surrounding him were not to be underestimated. He decided to end the fight quickly with a decisive strike.

He lunged forward toward the man standing to the east, his long sword flashing with gold as he struck. The man was startled, "So fast! But speed is useless against me!" He roared, pushing his arms out to generate a thick yellow light. This man practiced the Kui Mountain Technique, which prioritized defense above all else. His "Five Tripod Shield" was the pinnacle of defensive arts, shielding him from head to toe.

Yet, Ye Hua’s sword merely flickered and vanished. Ye Hua chuckled, "A formidable earth shield! Let’s see if your shield is stronger, or my fists!"

Golden light erupted before the man’s eyes as two golden fists struck his yellow shield. The yellow light flickered wildly and then shattered. The fists, though slowed by the shield, struck the man’s chest with the force of a thunderclap. With a muffled groan, the man flew backward, tumbled, and lay motionless.

The others were shocked. They knew the man's cultivation well; they had expected the opponent to be strong, but never imagined he would shatter the Kui Mountain Technique with a single punch!

The bearded man’s expression darkened. He patted his back, and a red light flew forth—a long, crimson deer horn. He rushed forward, shouting, "Liu Jun, Liu Zhao, attack his left! Old Xie, Old Man Du, attack his rear!"

The four men, not daring to disobey, roared and unleashed their magical treasures at Ye Hua. Ye Hua remained calm. As the weapons flew at him from all sides, he spun like a top, unleashing a red light that rotated rapidly around him. Clangs and bangs rang out as the weapons were deflected. The men were horrified and scrambled to catch their rebounding treasures.

As Ye Hua spun faster, the red light transformed into a crimson nebula, expanding outward. Suddenly, the nebula flared, and thousands of purple-red rays shot out. The bearded man waved his deer horn, and red blood-light erupted from its prongs, forming a crimson cloud. The rays pierced the cloud, causing it to churn violently.

The bearded man shouted, "Old Man Du, release your Wanderer Shears! Old Xie, use your Spring Dawn Brush!" He slashed downward with his deer horn, spraying sparks that burned the skin. Before they could cry out, screams echoed from the red cloud, followed by yellow and black flashes and thunderous booms.

Unable to see through the cloud, the bearded man grew frantic. He drew a shape in the air, and a crystal-clear porcelain bottle appeared. He chanted a spell, and the bottle tipped, pouring out a stream of emerald water containing two swimming fish. The fish shifted into two emerald swords and shot into the red cloud.

Ye Hua, holding the Purple Fire Chain he had obtained from the Abyss of Forgotten Returns, felt a surge of joy. "This Purple Fire Chain is truly powerful! Without it, this would have been much harder!"

He channeled his internal energy, and the chain erupted with thousands of purple flames. As the bearded man released a massive red mist, Ye Hua knew they were desperate. A golden dragon phantom emerged from the cloud, roaring, followed by a massive, ink-dripping brush.

Ye Hua was momentarily stunned, "What kind of treasure is this? I have never seen it!" He stopped, formed a seal, and the Purple Fire Chain danced around him, creating an impenetrable wall of iron. The dragon and the brush collided with the chain, resulting in a series of earth-shaking booms. When the smoke cleared, the dragon and brush were gone, leaving only a pair of golden shears and a sheepskin brush hovering in the air, trapped by the phantom images of the chains.

Ye Hua chuckled and reached out, a giant golden claw manifesting to seize the weapons. Just as he was about to catch them, a flash of green light appeared in the air—the two emerald swords...