Chapter 272 – Discussing the Dao at Wuji Three Elders Peak (Two)

Humming resonance!

In an instant, accompanied by alternating electric currents, the faces of the three elders repeatedly fluctuated between shrinking and swelling.

Not only did their complexions grow increasingly pale, but their eyes also widened as if witnessing something unimaginable in this world.

Meanwhile…

“Hahaha…” Three streams of energy timely emerged around Ye Kuang’s chest and back, colliding back and forth yet refusing to merge.

“Yin and Yang, all things share the same origin, and myriad cultivation methods ultimately converge. I finally understand… understand now!”

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

As his True Qi began to merge seamlessly, his face suddenly radiated four brilliant colors—gold, white, black, and red—bursting forth in a dazzling display.

Meng Jiang: “Damn it, utterly despicable! Do you think you can simply absorb the cultivation of all three of us? Pure delusion!”

Qin Zhuo: “You’ll likely explode before you even finish absorbing it!”

Lu Xiao: “Indeed! If you wish to avoid an early demise, release us now, boy!”

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang erupted into maniacal laughter: “Facing death, yet still so defiant.”

But then his tone shifted, turning vicious as he continued: “To express my gratitude for this breakthrough in my divine art, allow this junior to strip you of your lifelong cultivation.”

“No!!”

“Release us now, boy!”

“Return my cultivation!”

Ye Kuang couldn’t help but murmur to himself: “Stripping others’ cultivation to compensate for innate deficiencies, mastering Yin and Yang—this is truly the power to devour all things for my own use.”

“How domineering! Hahaha…”

Three hundred and ninety years of cultivation… three hundred and ninety-five years of cultivation!

Ye Kuang: “A full four hundred years of cultivation!”

Boom, boom, boom!

As his words echoed, three muffled thunderclaps struck repeatedly, causing the entire mountain peak to reverberate with deafening roars.

“Elder Meng!”

“Elder Qin!”

“Elder Lu!”

Hearing the commotion, Ye Kuang’s manic laughter abruptly ceased.

His cold eyes inevitably faced the shock and fury from all directions, his entire being resembling a demon god descended upon the world.

“Could this brat have cultivated the Northern Abyss Mental Method?” Meng Jiang roared, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“That’s impossible! Such a profound art is unique to Tianshan—outsiders could never master it,” Qin Zhuo retorted.

“Even if it’s not the Northern Abyss Mental Method, it must be related! How else could he forcibly seize our cultivation?” Lu Xiao exclaimed, his voice still tinged with shock and anger.

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang burst into another fit of wild laughter: “You’re quite clever to guess the name of my divine art.”

He had no choice but to say this, for if the “Nine Yin Manual” were revealed, he would inevitably become the target of the entire martial world.

And he wasn’t arrogant enough to believe he could face the entire jianghu alone.

With this in mind, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but ask again: “Tell me where my sister is, and I’ll spare your wretched lives.”

Though the question remained the same, the chilling aura that now accompanied it carried an entirely different weight.

The crowd fell silent…

While they had previously scoffed at Ye Kuang’s arrogance, the invincible presence now displayed before them was enough to force their submission.

In that moment, even the three elders were no exception.They all looked as if they were regretting it so much their intestines had turned green, then one after another closed their eyes, assuming an attitude of “do whatever you want, kill me or cut me to pieces.”

Seeing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel his anger surge to the heavens. He said coldly, “Don’t be ungrateful. I’ll ask this one last time.”

As he spoke, his tone suddenly shifted, and he continued, “Where is my sister?!”

“Hahaha…” Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the three elders instead burst into wild laughter.

At this sight, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but narrow his cold eyes and said to himself, “Heh, since you refuse to speak, I naturally have my ways. With so many people here, there must be some who know when to yield and act wisely.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and scanned the surroundings, fixing his gaze on the crowd. He chuckled again, “I estimate there are about a thousand people here. I wonder how your sect would fare if you lost all these forces?”

Hearing this, Meng Jiang suddenly opened his eyes and sneered sharply, “With just you?!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the two elders Qin Zhuo and Lu Xiao couldn’t help but chime in, “How naive and adorable, but unfortunately, you’ve left your brain behind. If you had acted earlier, no one here could have stopped you. But now? I’m afraid you’ve missed your chance!”

Ye Kuang: “Whatever I, Wu Kuang, wish to do, who here can stop me?”

“Hahaha…” Meng Jiang couldn’t help but sneer upon hearing this, “Ah, still too young.”

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

At that moment, Ye Kuang’s expression suddenly changed drastically, and without a second thought, he threw a punch.

Whoosh—boom!

With a violent blast of air, the sound that reached their ears was like roaring thunder.

Ye Kuang was struck by this blow and slid backward, carving two deep grooves in the ground.

When his feet touched the ground, they left a row of deep footprints.

And in front of him, a figure in a black robe had suddenly appeared.

The three elders, Meng Jiang and the others, immediately shouted in unison, “Guardian Venerable, greetings!!!”

In an instant, Ye Kuang’s expression completely changed.

Behind his back, his fist trembled uncontrollably, and a pool of blood had already dripped to the ground.

“Youngster, it’s only been a few years since we last met, and you’ve already grown so formidable.”

“Who are you?”

“Hahaha, who am I?” The black-robed man’s voice drifted out, giving off a strangely familiar yet unfamiliar feeling.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang’s mind was thrown into chaos. Though he couldn’t quite place the newcomer, he knew one thing for sure: this person was not as simple as he seemed.

Moreover, the force of that single strike was enough to prove it.

At this point, the black-robed man spoke again, “Surrender. You are no match for me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present showed expressions of agreement, clearly convinced of the truth in his words.

Ye Kuang: “Heh… Hahaha…”

To be honest, he knew he was outmatched. But if he were to flee without a fight now, what use would his pride be?

As his wild laughter grew increasingly intense, everyone present trembled in response.

Yet their naked gazes were filled with the certainty that no matter how strong Ye Kuang was, he could not escape his fate. And this display of mad laughter might be his only form of resistance.

“Though I don’t know much about the first half of my life, the fragments of my past have taught me one thing…” Ye Kuang murmured to himself.As the words fell, a roar like a dragon’s erupted: “Let the bitter cold ravage the garden, but never force our kin to bow! Whether we can win matters not—let battle be joined first!”