The Supreme Wild Young Master Chapter 663 - 662: The Final Battle (Below)_2

"Uh..."

Upon witnessing the small sword materialize rapidly in Zhang Xian’s grasp, Xi Jue instinctively recoiled. His intuition screamed that the sword’s power was immense, and the aura it exuded during its formation confirmed his deep-seated suspicions. He couldn't fathom how Zhang Xian's wounds had miraculously healed, nor how his power had undergone such a profound transformation. The Zhang Xian before him was a completely different person.

"Just you wait," Zhang Xian declared with a cold laugh. The miniature sword in his hand continued to solidify, emitting a brilliant golden luminescence that seemed to vie with the midday sun.

"Hmph, I'll see what tricks you have up your sleeve," Xi Jue retorted. Spreading his hands and slightly bending his knees, he braced himself to counter Zhang Xian’s impending strike. He was convinced Zhang Xian had employed some deceptive tactic to create a false impression, refusing to accept that such a drastic change could occur in under half an hour.

"Receive this!" Zhang Xian commanded, raising his hand. The colossal golden sword instantly became a blur, hurtling towards Xi Jue.

Transcending perceived space and time, the sword materialized directly before Xi Jue, descending with unbridled force upon his head.

"Uh..."

Frozen in astonishment, Xi Jue was too stunned to react. His physical state, however, rapidly deteriorated. The moment the sword made contact, his body sustained immediate damage, and blood began to pour from his orifices.

"This..."

The astonished onlookers remained speechless for a prolonged period before regaining their faculties. Zhang Xian’s swordplay had been so blindingly fast that they hadn’t even perceived the motion, nor understood how the small sword had reached Xi Jue’s head to deliver its decisive blow. There was no question that Xi Jue had been struck directly and was gravely wounded.

"How is this possible?"

Xi Jue uttered these words in disbelief before collapsing to the ground. How could he, a preeminent expert from the Legendary Realm, be vanquished and killed so swiftly by Zhang Xian? It defied all reason.

"Uh..."

Yuan Kui, Jia Yi, and the others stared with wide, unblinking eyes, as if they had witnessed a supernatural event. They held their breath, their faces frozen in masks of utter shock.

"Is this the might of the Spiritual Origin Realm?" Old Man Gui mused, realizing that Zhang Xian had achieved a breakthrough. The sheer potency of Zhang Xian’s strength post-advancement, however, left him deeply astonished. He had never imagined that a mere progression of one realm could amplify an individual’s power so exponentially.

To defeat a peak expert of ancient martial arts with a single strike – what did this signify? Who in this world could possibly stand against Zhang Xian now?

"Next, you are all next," Zhang Xian declared, his gaze shifting towards Yuan Kui and his companions. As his words faded, he suddenly appeared before Yuan Kui, delivering a swift backhand that sent him flying backward.

Jia Yi, similarly caught off guard, found himself struck by an irresistible force before he could even comprehend the situation. He was sent hurtling backward, spewing blood.

"Boom... Boom..."

Several more individuals were incapacitated, their blood painting the air. Zhang Xian, standing amidst the chaotic scene, resembled a remorseless reaper of souls or a reincarnated war god; none could withstand even a single one of his devastating attacks.

The Physical Tempering Realm merely established a foundation; it was within the Spiritual Origin Realm that cultivators truly thrived. The current Zhang Xian was utterly incomparable to his former self, his overall combat prowess elevated to an entirely new echelon.

"Ah... Ah..."

Dismal cries echoed incessantly throughout the village. The high-ranking members of the God’s Witnesses were ruthlessly dispatched by Zhang Xian, their ability to resist utterly negated. Old Man Gui and the others, positioned at the periphery, could only stare in stunned silence as Zhang Xian systematically eliminated the elite forces of the God’s Witnesses. His imposing figure instilled an unparalleled sense of dread within them.

"Let’s depart!"

As the final defiant figure crumpled to the ground, Zhang Xian turned, a grin spreading across his face. "Let’s head back," he announced.

"Haha!"

Mickey, Jun Wuhen, and the others erupted in peals of unrestrained laughter. The outcome was beyond their wildest expectations; every member of Xi Jue’s contingent had been annihilated by Zhang Xian, leading to the effective dissolution of a significant organization.

...

The sky above was a clear, brilliant blue, the day bathed in warm sunshine. On Lingxiao Island, situated within the waters of Huaxia, the atmosphere was one of joyous harmony and vibrant activity. The long-standing and troubling issue had finally been resolved, transforming the island's unique demeanor from sorrow to elation, marked by widespread celebrations.

For the inhabitants of the island, this tranquil haven represented their personal paradise. "This is how life should be," Zhang Xian remarked, perched upon a large boulder as he observed the distant, merrily frolicking crowd. A smile touched his lips.

A sudden thought caused his smile to vanish, replaced by a flicker of indecision. He found himself contemplating whether or not he should embark on a journey into the world of cultivators.

"What thoughts occupy your mind?"

Mo Shaoyun, accompanied by several other girls, approached and inquired in unison.

"I was contemplating you," Zhang Xian responded with a light laugh.

Mo Shaoyun playfully rolled her eyes. "What is there to think about? Aren't we all here already?"

"I'm considering which one of you I'll be sharing my bed with tonight."

Zhang Xian cast a lascivious glance at Dong Qian, Mo Shaoyun, Zi Yu, Xiao Nan, Zhu Qing, Yao Rao, and Fu Meiting, the seven women present. He chuckled, "Why don't we all snuggle together under one grand blanket tonight?"

"Uh..."

Upon hearing this, Mo Shaoyun, Dong Qian, Zhu Qing, Xiao Nan, Yao Rao, and Zi Yu, all six girls, blushed deeply.

Fu Meiting, however, showing no signs of shyness, stepped forward with a laugh. "So, this was your plan all along when you commissioned that seven-meter wide king-sized bed."

"Well..." Zhang Xian wryly rubbed his nose and laughed, a bit embarrassed.

It had only been a couple of days since he had ordered the custom-made, seven-meter wide bed. After all, how else could his entire family possibly fit? Would they have to be stacked on top of each other?

"Zhang Xian..."

Suddenly, Jun Wuhen dashed over, calling out, "The Five-eyed Divine Demon is seeking you!"

"The Five-eyed Divine Demon is looking for me?"

Zhang Xian appeared momentarily perplexed. He then leaped off the large stone and made his way towards the hill.

In this entire world, the only individuals who possessed a profound understanding of the Ancient Times were himself and the Five-eyed Divine Demon. When it came to matters of cultivation, he could only truly engage in intellectual discourse with the Five-eyed Divine Demon.

"So, you have arrived?"

Standing within the formation, the Five-eyed Divine Demon offered a smile. "Have you made your decision yet? The cultivator’s world is truly a realm of endless fascination."

"Well..."

Zhang Xian lit a cigarette, took a long draw, and then stated, "I might just venture there."

PS: My deepest apologies, beloved readers! The narrative concludes here.

It is undeniable that this novel possesses numerous imperfections. As the author, Tai Yu, I acknowledge this fact, and I am confident that readers share this sentiment. However, at the time of writing, my skills and capabilities were considerably limited. The story veered off course as I progressed. By the time I recognized the situation and sought to rectify it, it was regrettably too late. Consequently, I could only continue following the established trajectory.

The subsequent updates were a significant disappointment, for which I sincerely apologize. I was contending with personal matters, alongside the preparations for a new novel. To exacerbate matters, my new novel repeatedly faced review rejections, compelling me to continue working on it while simultaneously concluding this one. Hence, I...

With that said, I extend my profound apologies for failing to meet your expectations. I struggle to adequately express my gratitude for your unwavering support during these trying times. Special thanks are due to readers like 'Fish in Love,' 'Sad Little Boy,' and others whose usernames consist of 'Book friend' followed by numbers. While I cannot name each and every one of you, please know that your support has been deeply appreciated throughout this journey.

I wish to convey my sincere thanks to all of you, particularly those who have steadfastly supported this novel. Without your encouragement, my current position would not be attainable.

I shall refrain from further sentimental expressions. The former book has run its course, and for those who place their trust in me, let us reconvene in the new book.

Through the creation of this novel, I, Tai Yu, have experienced considerable growth, and the upcoming book promises to be even more magnificent.

Indeed, the new book, titled "Super Elite Young Master," has now been uploaded.

Let us meet again within the pages of the new book.

I am truly sorry for letting you all down, and I offer my most sincere apologies!