"Get lost!"
Wei Shu’s eyes flashed with cold light, not even sparing him a proper glance, as an overwhelming pressure of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator erupted!
What’s going on?
Bu Feifan didn’t know about the enmity between Chen Ye and Wei Shu, and didn’t expect this Guardian to strike so ruthlessly upon meeting.
Caught off guard, as if struck by a heavy hammer, he spat out a mouthful of blood and was flung back, landing heavily on the distant grass, instantly fainting.
Having dealt with this troublesome ant, Wei Shu kicked open the door, holding the Soul Whip, and walked in with a sinister smile.
"Chen Ye, the score between us hasn’t been settled yet..."
His words came to an abrupt stop.
Inside the Quiet Chamber, Chen Ye sat cross-legged, looking at him calmly, with not a trace of fear on his face.
Damn it!
He shouldn’t be this calm; he should be scared and begging for mercy!
Wei Cheng’s malice intensified, sneering coldly, "Good! I want to see how long you can keep pretending! The good days are yet to come, when we get to the Grotto Heaven... hehe."
Hmm...
To be honest, deep down, Chen Ye was a bit anxious.
The whip in this bastard’s hand looked even more terrifying than his Bone-Scraping Whip...
Could it be, the world really has such a thing as karma?
In the past, he whipped his apprentice, and now it’s someone else’s turn to whip him?
But...
Why isn’t it his apprentice whipping him?
Chen Ye’s face remained expressionless, as calm as water, "In the Grotto Heaven, life or death is determined by fate, no need for Guardian Wei to worry. As for Guardian Wei, as a Guardian of the Law Enforcement Hall, are you thinking of using this as a private punishment?"
"You’re courting death!"
Wei Shu was furious but pushed down his anger, smiling playfully,
"Do you know, this whip is a Soul Whip, specially made to draw out a person’s Divine Soul, making life worse than death... Indeed, Chen Ye, I’ve long noticed that you’re a tough one, ordinary torture probably won’t work on you. However, my Soul Whip has made many a tough man kneel and beg for mercy."
Hmm?
Chen Ye’s expression turned somewhat strange.
Wei Shu might have misjudged him; in reality, he was quite afraid of pain...
And this Soul Whip... though it sounded mysterious, it was actually a Magical Artifact, and as a Magical Artifact, it could backfire.
If his Divine Soul couldn’t match his own...
Seeing his bizarre expression, Wei Shu grew even more irritated, unconsciously underestimating him more, as he flicked the Soul Whip in his hand:
"Let me make you taste the agony of having your Divine Soul torn apart inch by inch!"
At this moment, suddenly a woman’s voice shouted from outside the room, footsteps rushing:
"Wei Shu, stop! If you dare to use this as private punishment, I will definitely report it to the Law Enforcement Hall!"
Wei Shu’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t hesitate for a second as he sharply flicked his wrist.
This whip, invisible and intangible, contained a vicious attack on the Divine Soul!
Chen Ye sat unmoving, and the moment the Soul Whip was about to touch him, the brilliant Saturn in his Sea of Consciousness suddenly shone with great radiance!
"Buzz—!"
Wei Shu felt as if his Soul Whip struck a block of ten-thousand-year-old Profound Iron. No, it felt even more resilient and solid than Profound Iron!
The power of Divine Soul he used to drive the Soul Whip was crushed by another mighty and vast Power of Divine Sense, like a clay ox entering the sea!
"Not good!" Wei Shu was shocked, why was his Divine Soul more formidable than his own as a Foundation Establishment True Man?
Cold sweat poured down his face as he tried to forcibly retract the Power of his Divine Soul.
But it was already too late!
The Soul Whip, being both a tool for injury and a bridge for Divine Soul.
Chen Ye’s solid as substance Power of Divine Sense violently counterattacked through the Divine Soul connection!
"Ah—!"
A scream of extreme agony erupted from Wei Shu’s mouth!
The backlash alone wouldn’t have made him suffer like this.
But specifically, it was the backlash from the Soul Whip!
Wei Shu wiped away the blood from his nose, his eyes bloodshot, glaring angrily at Chen Ye, "Bastard! You dare to attack a sect Guardian!"
Chen Ye also sensed that another Cultivator had arrived outside the courtyard and calmly said,
"Guardian Wei, it seems your Divine Soul... isn’t very solid."