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Ye Chen dodged rapidly within the stone hall, his Ghost Shadow Step technique already pushing his body to its limit.

Wei Qing's seemingly casual chop strikes carried terrifying force, forcing Ye Chen to dodge and weave across the arena, leaving him in a sorry state.

The stone platforms in the stone hall, which had stood for hundreds of years, shattered one after another in the aftershocks of Wei Qing's palm strike, with fragments flying everywhere. Even the jade coffin on the high platform was shaken slightly.

Aygul moved.

She has already reached her limit by enduring this long from behind the boulder.

Seeing Ye Chen being forced into a perilous situation by Wei Qing, she no longer cared about tactical coordination. She lightly touched the boulder with her toes and darted out from the side like a black lightning bolt, her short knife aimed straight at the back of Wei Qing's neck.

This strike was Aygul's full-force attack, and its speed was even three points faster than when she fought Ye Chen on Longjing Slope.

However, Wei Qing merely tilted his shoulder slightly, without even turning his head, and the short knife, powerful enough to cut through an arm-thick iron chain, grazed his collar, narrowly missing and only shaving off a few strands of white hair.

"Your swordsmanship is passable, but your strength is far too weak." Wei Qing struck out with a backhand palm. The speed seemed unremarkable, but Ayiguli found that she couldn't dodge it at all. The palm strike was almost silent, yet it blocked all her possible escape routes.

Aygul had no choice but to grit her teeth and parry with her sword. The sword was struck by the force of the palm, and she was sent flying as if hit by an invisible truck. The short sword flew out of her hand.

Aygul fell heavily beside a stone pillar in the stone hall, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained her black veil.

She struggled to stand up, but the sharp pain in her lower back and right wrist made it almost impossible for her to straighten up.

If Wei Qing had used his full strength in that palm strike, she would already be a corpse.

Even so, she had already lost the ability to fight again.

"Girl, you'd better not move. I'm only going to kill Ye Chen today. You can watch from the side. If you obediently hand over the parchment, you might be able to live."

Seeing that Ayiguli was injured, Ye Chen became anxious and his footwork faltered for a very brief moment.

Wei Qing's bluish-gray pupils locked onto him instantly, and he suddenly moved closer, his right hand extending like an eagle's claw, aiming straight for Ye Chen's throat.

This claw strike was incredibly fast; Ye Chen didn't even have time to think before his body reacted instinctively.

He bent his upper body backward, using the Iron Bridge move to narrowly avoid the fatal grab, while simultaneously striking upward with his right palm—his trump card, the Breaking Palm.

A cold smile flickered across Wei Qing's lips as he transformed his left hand from a claw into a palm and charged straight at the attacker.

The two palms collided.

Contrary to Ye Chen's expectations, there was no earth-shattering roar or the overwhelming force of flying sand and stones. Wei Qing's palm strike was like a bottomless swamp, completely swallowing and dissolving the internal energy that Ye Chen had poured into his Breaking Palm. At the same time, an extremely cold force rebounded, penetrating Ye Chen's right arm and meridians. Wherever it passed, it felt like ice water was poured into his blood vessels, causing him to lose all feeling in his entire right arm.

Ye Chen's body flew out like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing into the wall at the very edge of the stone hall. He rolled twice in the pile of rubble before coming to a stop.

Ye Chen lay on his back on the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his right arm hanging limply, his knuckles still twitching slightly.

Wei Qing withstood the Breaking Palm strike head-on, almost overwhelming him with his counterattack, making him fully experience the terror of a late-stage Transformation Realm expert.

Ye Chen felt as if his internal organs had been doused with a bucket of ice water. At least three of his meridians were ruptured, and his internal energy circulation almost came to a standstill.

Wei Qing did not pursue, but slowly walked up to Ye Chen, looking down at him with a calm and emotionless gaze, like a butcher looking at a dog that had been knocked to the ground.

"Boy, your Breaking Palm technique is indeed quite skilled. If you were given ten years, you might be able to stand up to me again. Unfortunately, you don't have ten years left. I want to kill you, not only because you are blocking my way, but also because you are Su Qinghan's disciple and Su Youdao's grand-nephew. No one in this world who can inherit that technique can be left alive."

Ye Chen struggled to sit up, but his body felt like it was falling apart, and every movement was excruciatingly painful.

Aygul gritted her teeth and struggled to her feet, leaning against a broken pillar. Her face was covered in blood, but she still desperately moved toward them.

Ye Chen looked at Ayiguli and shouted, "Niece, you go first. Go find my master, Su Qinghan, and tell her that your disciple hasn't disgraced her..."

Aygul's tears slid down silently, mingling with blood and falling onto her clothes.

But she didn't leave.

Aygul gritted her teeth, pulled the rolled-up sheepskin from her back, held it up, and hissed at Wei Qing, "Stop! If you dare touch him again, I'll destroy this sheepskin! The rubbings are right here. If I use my power to pulverize it, you'll never be able to collect all three!"

Wei Qing's movements indeed stopped.

He turned his head, and for the first time, a solemn look appeared in his grayish-blue pupils. Clearly, while killing Ye Chen was important, the parchment scroll was equally irreplaceable for his true objective.

"You think you can destroy it in front of me?" Wei Qing's voice was deep and thunderous.

Aygul gave a bitter laugh, raised the sheepskin scroll above her head, and frantically channeled the last of her internal energy into her palms.

Aygul's face was as pale as paper, but her eyes shone with a frightening light, a determination to protect her last remaining conviction that was willing to perish in the face of destruction: "You can try. Although I can't beat you, I can still destroy it before you get to me."

Ye Chen's expression changed drastically.

He knew Ayiguli's character all too well; this woman was a woman of her word, and she really would take the sheepskin scroll and perish together with Wei Qing.

No, absolutely not.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and used his still-functioning left hand to support himself on the ground, slowly lifting his body up.

Wei Qing watched him stand up again with a cold eye, the killing intent in his eyes intensifying.

"What a deep bond between master and disciple!" Wei Qing suddenly laughed, his smile full of mockery and ridicule.

"It's a pity none of you can leave. I'd like to see how long your broken body can last." Wei Qing revealed a smug smile.

Ye Chen did not answer.

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, his breath carrying a mixture of blood and medicinal scents that echoed through the stone hall.

At that very moment, the dragon heart bronze lamp that he had taken from the stone platform suddenly trembled slightly.

Ye Chen felt it; the vibration was coming from inside the bronze lamp. He subconsciously reached out and pressed the bronze lamp on his chest. A surge of internal energy poured out from the bronze lamp, rushing into his body along his damaged meridians.

Ye Chen's body felt as if ten thousand warm currents were passing through it simultaneously. His shattered meridians were forcibly reconnected by this force in an instant, and his shaken internal organs were soothed anew.

Wei Qing's expression finally changed.

He stared at Ye Chen's arms, his voice losing its composure for the first time: "You got the Dragon Heart Bronze Lamp? Just now... did the lamp recognize its master?"

Ye Chen slowly raised his head and opened his eyes.

A golden glint flashed briefly in those eyes.

Ye Chen clenched his fists, feeling the unfamiliar yet powerful force surging within his body.

The wound on his right palm had completely healed, the broken meridians had been repaired, and his internal strength had not only been fully restored, but was also rising at an extremely terrifying speed, reaching a level that even he himself found unfamiliar.

"Right now, it's still uncertain who will kill whom." Ye Chen's voice wasn't loud, and even carried a hint of his usual nonchalance, yet it silenced the entire stone hall for a moment.