Published: March 8, 2025
Chu Feilong was completely immobilized under the pressure of the four lord-level powers, his face filled with despair and his eyes burning with deep resentment.
Extreme fear was on the verge of destroying his mind.
He knew that as long as Ye Wubo believed Chu Yang's words, he was doomed to die today! And from the looks of it, Ye Wubo had clearly already believed.
Ye Wubo's belief stemmed from his overwhelming confidence!
The Ye Family's Triple Soul Seizing Technique was ranked among the top three interrogation secret techniques in the world. It was comparable to the interrogation techniques of law enforcers, and when it came to subtlety, it was even superior!
With Ye Wubo's lord-level ninth rank strength, using the Triple Soul Seizing Technique against Chu Yang, a youth with no cultivation level, if he still couldn't obtain the information he wanted, or worse, ended up with false information, Ye Wubo felt he should just dig a hole to bury himself.
"Iām quite interested," Ye Wubo tapped the table and inquired with great curiosity, "how did your difficult second uncle arrange this trap?"
Confusion and fear also appeared in Chu Yang's eyes, seemingly genuine: "The trap is quite easy..."
"But you didn't know beforehand, did you?" Ye Wubo, sensitive to the confusion and fear in Chu Yang's eyes, concluded very 'smartly': "But you didn't know beforehand, right?"
"No! Who said I didn't know?" Surprisingly, Chu Yang actually refuted this claim.
"Oh?" Ye Wubo was taken aback.
"I was just curious, the people involved in the trap are not from our Chu Family..." Chu Yang said with confusion and a hint of pride, "they are your second uncle's friends."
"Your second uncle's friends?" Ye Wubo immediately became serious, a sense of clarity washing over him, yet at the same time, he felt confused: it seemed there was much to unpack here.
"Yes," Chu Yang confirmed, "Although my time back in the family is short, our Chu Clan does not have any sword emperors, let alone the emperor of swords."
"That makes sense." Ye Wubo, after calculating the Chu Family for so many years, naturally understood their strength. The Chu Family had never produced a sword emperor of that caliber.
"So who are these people?" Ye Wubo frowned, as if asking Chu Yang but also talking to himself.
"I only heard someone call him... Seventh Master." Chu Yang replied, "I don't even know which Seventh Master it is."
Ye Wubo's expression changed dramatically.
At this moment, his face revealed a look of shock, bewilderment, and sudden understanding.
Inside the room, the four guards simultaneously trembled, their eyes revealing a look of hatred.
The name 'Seventh Master' had a significant impact on these individuals. It even interrupted Ye Wubo's Triple Soul Seizing Technique, allowing a slight relaxation of the pressure from the four experts.
With this little gap, Chu Feilong finally managed to scream out: "Thirteenth Master, I'm wronged! Don't believe this little beast! I... I am loyal to Thirteenth Master..."
"Shut him up!" Ye Wubo's face turned cold, his chest heaving, a surge of rage and humiliation brewing like a volcano.
A lord-level expert responded with a swift slap, sending Chu Feilong's face twisting to the side, half of his teeth clattering to the ground.
"The emperor of swords, Seventh Master... so it's Seventh Master!" Ye Wubo sneered coldly, ghostly flames in his eyes flaring wildly: "Xiao Qi! Hello! Xiao Qi, hello!"
He let out a low, maniacal laugh: "I, Ye Wubo, am truly a fool! Hahaha..."
Seventh Master, the emperor of swords. From the Xiao Clan, the infamous Xiao Qi; a prodigy of the Xiao Clan. He was of the same generation as Ye Wubo, and had been obsessed with swords since childhood, earning him a loud nickname among the nine great clans: sword fanatic!
The more Ye Wubo thought about it, the more distressed he became: he had spent eighteen years laying plans to control the Southeast Chu Family, one of which was aimed at the Xiao Clan.
Once major events occurred, he would use the Chu Family to completely sever the Xiao Clan's supply base from behind, blocking their continued supply lines. At a critical moment, he could even plunge a knife in.