Chapter 366 – Challenging Mount Shu's Three Extremes Sword (Seven)

“Three Daoist Youths, where are you? Quickly go and cripple him!”

“Now he no longer has the strength to free his hands, quickly cripple him!”

“Cripple him now!!!”

It could be said that as the Three Extremes Sword roared one after another, their voices pierced through the sky like thunderclaps.

At that moment, even Ye Kuang couldn’t help but change his expression.

Pfft!

In an instant, a sharp blade pierced through his chest from his back, splattering blood everywhere.

As the chilling cold spread throughout his body, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel a cold dread in his heart.

He wanted to turn around and see who had dealt such a treacherous blow, but he couldn’t!

Though Ye Kuang was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to endure the dull pain in his chest.

For a moment, his scalp tingling, he recalled too many past events.

Would this life end here?

Would the ideals of this life cease here?

Were the dreams of this life merely illusory?

This life…

Thinking of this, Ye Kuang seemed to experience a final surge of energy, suddenly going mad.

He forcibly channeled the essence of the “Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms” into his palms, and even his own martial arts (Myriad Tribulations Undying, Eight-Nine Fist Strength, Jade Void Creation Art, Subduing Tiger Fist Intent) were all unleashed at once.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As could be imagined, the battlefield was filled with chaos, explosions erupting frequently, causing the ground beneath both sides to split apart. Unrestrained dragon-like energy surged out, destroying everything in its path.

The continuous ringing in their ears, along with the residual power of the explosions, gradually drew the attention of everyone present.

And in just three breaths, the roars of the Three Extremes Sword also shook the heavens.

“Where is he?”

“Damn it, don’t let him escape!”

“Where? Show yourself!!”

At that moment, regardless of how furious the Three Extremes Sword were, the endless Sword Light erupting from the field surged like raging waves.

But when the dust settled, it was discovered that the Three Extremes Sword were chasing after a trail of fresh blood.

Meanwhile, at the Mount Shu Rear Cliff.

A figure stumbled to the spot, a white blade still piercing through his chest and back.

Who else could it be but Ye Kuang?

He was drenched in blood, his face pale as if he had suffered a severe illness, devoid of any color.

He stood silently for a long time, gazing into the distant sky, as if confiding or sighing silently.

“In life, I feared no one under heaven. In death, could I be called a heroic ghost? Though my journey has been brief, there are pains I cannot easily speak of.”

“Stumbling along, never falling. Who would have thought that I, Ye Kuang, would one day be driven to a dead end? So be it…”

Unbeknownst to him, as Ye Kuang muttered to himself, the Three Extremes Sword were slowly closing in from behind.

“Youngster, we must admit, your talent is astonishing. But you should never have come to our Mount Shu Rear Cliff.”

“Now, you are beyond help, with no one to turn to. You should… end your own life!”

“If you commit suicide here, we will still acknowledge you as a true man. But if you refuse, don’t blame us for being ruthless!”

As these words fell one after another, even the Three Daoist Youths stepped forward menacingly.

Their eyes filled with murderous intent.Seeing this, Ye Kuang knew full well there was no retreat. Looking down, he saw the white blade at his chest; looking up, the endless Void stretched before him.

This scene, falling before his eyes, carried an inexplicable desolation.

Though bitterness beyond words churned in Ye Kuang’s heart, his tone remained unyielding. He let out a bleak, roaring laugh: “Heaven’s transgressions may be escaped, but self-made calamities are inescapable, hahaha! Now that things have come to this, has this Ye ever feared anyone?”

Then, his tone shifted abruptly. He coughed up a mouthful of crimson blood and continued, “Death—what is there to fear? Since the day I was born into this world, I, your humble junior, have never feared heaven or earth. Who would have thought it would end like this?”

“Hahaha…”

Amidst this wild laughter, even though those present were clearly divided as friend or foe, none could deny the vastness of his spirit.

Just like Xiang Yu’s tragic end at the Wu River—how stirring was that?

At that moment, as each of them harbored their own thoughts, Ye Kuang suddenly turned and glanced at the six figures before him. Calmly, he retreated to the edge of the cliff.

After a deep, lingering gaze at his surroundings, he laughed again, almost trance-like: “Even if I die, there will be thousands like me in this world. Once they learn of your filthy deeds, they will surely come for vengeance. I’ll be waiting below for your arrival, hahaha…”

No sooner had his words fallen than Ye Kuang threw himself backward.

The wind howled abruptly, and as the sound of wind and thunder grew increasingly fierce, his figure plummeted like a falling object, vanishing completely into the bottomless abyss.

It was only at this moment that Jian Wuya finally exhaled a turbid breath, lost in unknown thoughts.

Even Jian Yinyang and Jian Jiming exchanged glances, their faces vividly etched with conflict: there was entanglement, a shared sense of relief, and contradiction—they had joined forces to drive a rising star to his death.

Regardless of their individual thoughts, one thing was undeniable: Ye Kuang’s existence was something the Three Extremes Sword had never before encountered in their lives.

For a person to face Life-Death with such composure, unwavering in his attitude—

Was that not the very essence of a young hero’s spirit? To remain unflinching before Life-Death—that was the mark of a true champion.

At that moment, though the Three Extremes Sword felt complex emotions, they could not deny that Ye Kuang’s death was, perhaps, the best outcome for them.

“Alas…”

“Alas…”

“Alas…”

As three long sighs lingered faintly in the air, the Three Extremes Sword inevitably exchanged looks before silently departing the troubled scene, one after another.

And they would forever carry the imprint of Ye Kuang’s final moments.

For in his last gaze, there was simply too much contained.

Without exception, that look was cold—piercingly cold!

As if silently declaring: “Wait, all of you, wait. If I do not die and return, that day will be when I challenge the Mount Shu Three Extremes Sword!”

As for the cliff’s summit, it once again sank into an inexplicable, chilling silence.

Only the ceaseless wind blowing out of nowhere remained, as if recounting the tale of a young man who had never bowed to his enemies, never feared death, but resolutely faced the world before vanishing forever into the endless abyss below.

The wind in midair seemed like a prayer, or a silent sigh—rustling, whispering, enduring without end, echoing through the depths of the chasm.Thus, that wisp of dark hair rose one after another, drifting and scattering in the wind, transforming into countless memories, forever buried deep within this expanse of blue sky and white clouds.