Xuanhuan: The Empress and I Swapped Bodies - Chapter 84

“You dare?! At a time like this, you still have the gall to provoke us?!”

Seeing Ye Wushuang’s blatant taunt, the two Supreme Realm experts of the Vermilion Bird Clan were livid.

These two were the strongest of their clan—figures who commanded reverence from all directions, whose every word summoned armies. Yet now, a mere “girl” had the audacity to mock them to their faces?

Unacceptable.

Without hesitation, they struck.

“The Vermilion Bird Clan shall not be disgraced—DIE!”

“SCREECH—!”

In an instant, the two Supreme Realm experts revealed their true forms—colossal Vermilion Birds stretching tens of thousands of feet, their wings blotting out the sky.

With a single swipe, their claws tore through the void, appearing right before Ye Wushuang in the blink of an eye.

If those claws landed, even if he didn’t die, he’d be grievously wounded.

But that wasn’t all.

The second expert didn’t attack directly—instead, he sealed off Ye Wushuang’s escape routes.

Even if Ye Wushuang dodged the first strike, the second would finish him. No room for retreat.

Clearly, they understood his strength.

This was an all-out assault from the start, leaving no opening for counterattack.

In their true forms, wielding the Vermilion Bird Clan’s supreme techniques, they were certain—Ye Wushuang couldn’t withstand this.

Moreover, the Qiongqi and others who had returned had warned them: Ye Wushuang’s deadliest skill was his swordsmanship.

By striking first, they aimed to kill him before he even drew his blade.

But the next moment left everyone stunned.

As the Vermilion Bird’s claw descended, Ye Wushuang didn’t dodge.

Instead—he clenched his fist and charged straight at it.

“BOOM—!”

A deafening collision rang out.

Then, the crowd watched as Ye Wushuang’s tiny fist met the Vermilion Bird’s divine claw—and sent the colossal beast flying.

It was as if the claw hadn’t struck flesh, but an indestructible primordial mountain.

Even the Vermilion Bird expert himself felt an excruciating pain shoot through his talons.

He nearly cried out—but for the sake of his clan’s dignity, he gritted his teeth and endured.

Only the subtle glow of healing arts around his hidden claws betrayed the damage.

His face, however, was pure shock.

“How is this possible?! How are your fists so hard?! How is your strength this immense?!”

The Vermilion Birds weren’t one of the Ten Primordial Fears, but they were still divine beasts—their might only slightly below those legends.

In raw power and physical resilience, they stood at the pinnacle of the cosmos.

Yet now, a mere human had overpowered them.

It made no sense.

For a moment, they even doubted—was Ye Wushuang truly human? Or was he a dragon in human form?

Only the legendary dragons could rival their physical might!

Ye Wushuang responded with a faint smile, saying nothing.

Secretly, though, his hand had already healed.

His Eight-Nine Heavenly Art and Undying Heavenly Art weren’t fully mastered yet—while his body was formidable, it still fell slightly short of the Vermilion Birds’ innate toughness.

But with the Undying Heavenly Art, even a drop of blood could regenerate his entire body.

Any injury vanished instantly—creating the illusion that his raw power surpassed theirs.

Regardless, his current physical strength was terrifying enough to force the Vermilion Birds to take him seriously.

“In this world, your clan isn’t the only power. Many surpass you.”

If Ye Wushuang had truly broken through to the Supreme Realm on his own, his body would indeed overwhelm these Vermilion Birds.

So his words weren’t empty.

But to the Vermilion Birds, it sounded like sheer arrogance.

“Good! Very good! To think someone would storm our sacred mountain and still act this insolent!”

“Since that’s the case, don’t blame us for ganging up on you!”

“VERMILION BIRD’S HEAVENLY INCINERATION—!”

As the roar faded, the two Supreme experts unleashed their most devastating flames.

This time, the fire didn’t take the form of living creatures—just pure, annihilating heat.

Their plan was simple: drown Ye Wushuang in an inescapable inferno and burn him to ashes.

When it came to flames, the Vermilion Birds were peerless.

If this fire fully engulfed him, not even ashes would remain.

So Ye Wushuang stopped testing the waters.

He drew his sword.

“Grass-Cutting Sword Art.”

After his breakthrough to the Immortal Emperor Realm—and now with Supreme Realm power—this technique had reached new heights.

A single slash.

A crescent of sword light split the sea of flames clean in two.

But it didn’t stop there.

Before him, a chasm ten thousand feet deep tore open, stretching endlessly into the distance.

Nothing in its path survived.

The trench itself seethed with annihilating sword intent—no life would grow here for millennia.

Even if rivers formed here one day, they’d be lifeless.

This was the might of Ye Wushuang’s Grass-Cutting Sword Art now.

And it was the perfect counter to the Vermilion Birds’ divine flames—because it could cleave through them with ease.