In Huo Lingshan’s eyes, Ye Wushuang struck without hesitation.
His sword was devastatingly sharp.
All she saw was a flash of cold light—and then, her vision was overwhelmed.
Before her stood a colossal sword, towering into the heavens.
This was the manifestation of the Grass Character Sword Art, a blade so vast it blotted out the sky, as if it could pierce through the very fabric of the world.
Fortunately, the Fire Prison’s restrictive formations contained the sword’s radiance within its confines.
But the Immortal Emperor-level undying revenant standing before them?
It was pierced straight through by Ye Wushuang’s sword light.
The massive skeletal figure, which had been charging toward them, suddenly froze.
Then, piece by piece, it crumbled apart.
Though this undying revenant possessed the cultivation of an Immortal Emperor, its true combat power fell far short of that level.
It lacked the profound techniques and divine abilities of a true Immortal Emperor—all it had was the brute strength of its bones.
Compared to a genuine Immortal Emperor, it was pathetically weak.
Yet even so, Huo Lingshan was utterly stunned.
She never could have imagined that Ye Wushuang would slay an Immortal Emperor-level revenant in a single strike.
Had she not witnessed it herself, she would have dismissed it as an impossible myth.
“Sister, you—you…!”
At this moment, Huo Lingshan was at a loss for words.
She had never expected to survive such a situation.
The shock and elation left her speechless.
This was the first time she had ever seen—or even heard of—such overwhelming power.
Her eyes brimmed with unwavering admiration.
But before she could voice her awe, another disturbance erupted in the depths of the Fire Prison.
The moment Ye Wushuang killed the first Immortal Emperor revenant, another one came charging in.
This one was even larger, even more powerful.
Its arrival instantly crushed Huo Lingshan’s brief relief under a mountain of despair.
“We’re doomed! This revenant must have been drawn by the energy fluctuations of our battle—it’s locked onto us!”
“Not just that… With the commotion we just made, we’re bound to attract even more!”
“I can already sense them—hordes of undying revenants are converging on us!”
“We’re about to be surrounded!”
If Ye Wushuang defeating a single Immortal Emperor could be attributed to his extraordinary combat prowess—his ability to transcend realms in battle—then facing an entire swarm was an entirely different matter.
Killing one didn’t mean he could handle a second, a third…
And if they were truly surrounded by the Fire Prison’s most powerful revenants?
There would be no escape.
Huo Lingshan’s brief joy evaporated, replaced by utter hopelessness.
Yet Ye Wushuang remained as calm as ever.
“If they want to surround us, then we’ll carve a path through them.”
“As long as we kill them all, they’ll pose no threat.”
Had this been the outside world, Ye Wushuang wouldn’t have been confident against so many Immortal Emperor-level foes.
But here in the Fire Prison, these revenants—despite their cultivation—lacked the true abilities of Immortal Emperors.
And that gave him an opening.
In the next instant, he raised his sword and slashed horizontally.
The blade’s edge split the very air, dividing the world into two.
A razor-sharp sword aura shot forth, striking the incoming Immortal Emperor revenant—
And bisecting it cleanly in half.
Even as its skeletal body collapsed, the revenant struggled to reassemble itself.
But the lingering power of the Grass Character Sword Art corroded its bones, preventing any regeneration.
Soon, it was nothing more than a pile of scattered fragments.
Just as Huo Lingshan had predicted, the battle’s energy fluctuations drew in more revenants.
Those lurking in the deepest reaches of the Fire Prison were no weaklings.
The weakest among them were Immortal Kings.
The majority were Immortal Emperors.
At the peak of the onslaught, Ye Wushuang found himself surrounded by—
Fifteen Immortal Emperor revenants.
Five Immortal King revenants.
Had he faced such numbers outside, he would have been annihilated.
But within the Fire Prison, after relentless combat, he slew them all.
The Grass Character Sword Art allowed him to shred through their defenses effortlessly, striking at the core of their existence.
By the time the battle ended, the deepest layer of the Fire Prison had fallen silent.
No more revenants came.
Not because they feared him—
But because he had slaughtered every last one.
Huo Lingshan, hiding within Ye Wushuang’s protective artifact, tallied the numbers in disbelief.
Forty Immortal Emperor revenants.
Thirty to forty Immortal King revenants.
Such unfathomable slaughter left her trembling.
Were it not for her absolute certainty that Ye Wushuang was only an Immortal King, she would have mistaken him for a Sovereign of Heaven and Earth.
Even true Immortal Emperors would struggle to achieve such a feat.
Only the fact that Ye Wushuang had nearly exhausted all his spiritual energy convinced her he was still within the Immortal King realm.
“Let’s find a place rich in spiritual energy to recover. The final treasure site might still hold surprises.”
“Agreed.”
Though they had cleared all obstacles, they didn’t recklessly charge into the Fire Prison’s innermost sanctum—where the True Phoenix Blood awaited.
Instead, they sought a place for Ye Wushuang to replenish his strength.
Only at his peak could he handle any unforeseen dangers.
Huo Lingshan wholeheartedly agreed.
As they departed, the two Immortal Emperor experts who had been secretly following them wiped cold sweat from their brows.
“I truly thought His Majesty would be overwhelmed by those revenants. Had that happened, our failure would have been unforgivable.”
“A close call indeed. But one must admit—His Majesty’s combat prowess is peerless among his generation.”
These two Immortal Emperors were no weaklings.
Yet even they couldn’t have annihilated so many revenants so swiftly.
They might have even been wounded or forced to retreat.
But Ye Wushuang?
He had slaughtered them all without a single injury.
Such overwhelming lethality was beyond their comprehension.
And it served as a stark reminder—
The Grass Character Sword Art was a technique of unrivaled slaughter.
