Chapter 1478: Sword Dao Second Heaven Great Perfection!

"Who all made it alive to the Tongtian Realm? And how did they end up in the魔族 territory as slaves?" Ye Yuan asked coldly.

Listening to Long Zhan's words, Ye Yuan's heart was already burning with rage.

These fellows would rather die than guard the Xianlin World—truly selfish to the extreme.

Feeling the killing intent spreading from Ye Yuan, Long Zhan's heart was filled with trepidation.

"At that time, seven of us survived. After entering the Tongtian Realm, we were all severely injured. We couldn't tell direction and didn't know how long we walked, until we ran into a band of slave traders! Our injuries were grave, and we had no strength to fight back. After several transfers, we were sold to the魔族. In the process, four more of our companions died. Only three of us are still alive now," Long Zhan said.

Ye Yuan sneered, "As the strongest in the Xianlin World, you had no sense of responsibility when trouble came, preferring death to resisting the魔族! The billions of living beings in the Xianlin World nearly fell into slavery under the魔族. This... is perhaps your retribution!"

Nearly all of the hundred-plus Divine Path experts had died—perhaps this was the will of heaven.

Long Zhan stammered, "Yes... yes."

Ye Yuan glanced at him and said indifferently, "Besides you, where are the others?"

Long Zhan said, "One is in Kapang Royal City, and another went to Dalan Imperial City. As for whether they are alive or dead, I do not know."

Ye Yuan nodded and said flatly, "Don't even think about having the slave seal removed. From now on, it depends on your performance."

Long Zhan looked disappointed but had no choice but to say, "Yes, master!"

Ye Yuan had his own considerations for not removing Long Zhan's slave seal.

Leaving aside his departure from the Xianlin World, Long Zhan had been enslaved for a hundred thousand years, and the servile nature had seeped into his bones.

The Long Zhan of now was no longer the clan leader of yore.

That he had survived until now meant he must have become extremely worldly and slick.

He was a thoroughgoing lackey!

Once the slave seal was removed on such a person, one would never know when he might sell you out.

"By the way, you've been in Kapang Royal City for so long. Let me ask you something. A million years ago, who was the city lord of Kapang Royal City, and is he still in Kapang Royal City?" Ye Yuan suddenly asked.

Long Zhan was taken aback and shook his head, "The city lord from a million years ago is probably dead by now, right?"

The魔族 have long lifespans and rarely die.

Experts at the Demon Lord level have lifespans of millions of years and do not die easily.

But the魔族 territory is not as peaceful as the human realm; even between two royal cities, there are frequent conflicts.

City lords dying in battle is a common occurrence.

Take Kapang Royal City, for example: if someone breaks through to the Demon Lord realm, they might challenge the city lord.

As long as they can kill the city lord, they can take his place.

Thus, the turnover of leaders in the魔族 territory is very rapid.

Some royal city lords have even changed several times within a century!

The city lord from a million years ago is almost impossible to trace now.

But precisely because of this, the魔族 are teeming with experts, and their combat power far surpasses that of humans at the same level.

The warriors of Xiyu City are battle-hardened, which is how they can withstand the魔族 army.

Ordinary humans, three or four of them may not be able to handle a single魔族 of the same level.

Ye Yuan naturally knew all this already; he asked only out of a faint hope.

"Then do you know where in Kapang Royal City the information is most well-informed?" Ye Yuan asked again.

Long Zhan blurted out, "When it comes to the best information, it has to be the Blood Hell Hall! But getting news from them is probably not easy."

Ye Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded, "I understand. You may go."

...

In the Death Training Space, Ye Yuan was drenched in sweat.

The other Ye Yuan opposite him struck like lightning, each sword faster than the last, pushing Ye Yuan to his limits.

"You weakling, I refuse to believe I can't kill you! Die!"

The replica Ye Yuan gritted his teeth, a murderous gleam in his eyes, and a Chasing Moon thrust like lightning toward Ye Yuan's chest.

Since the first time he entered the Death Training Space and narrowly escaped death, Ye Yuan had entered it dozens of times.

Each time, he danced on the edge of a blade, accompanied by death.

Yet each time, he managed to kill the replica by a hair's breadth.

Because of this, Ye Yuan's progress had been extremely rapid.

His ability to fight alone in the魔族 army, slaying a thousand and leaving calmly, was inseparable from this death training.

In the past, Ye Yuan could have killed Langge, but he could never have done it so easily.

Langge's strength, though nothing special among the魔族, was not inferior to people like Qin Zheng.

Cross-tier battles—how easy could they be?

Every time he entered the Death Training Space, Ye Yuan truly had every ounce of his potential squeezed out.

If he couldn't defeat the replica, he would die!

So every time he entered, he had to make progress!

Even if it was just a little.

Sailing against the current, one either advances or retreats.

But retreating here meant utter doom!

Gradually, Ye Yuan came to enjoy this feeling of being accompanied by death.

He found that this Xianlin Heavenly Sovereign was a genius, able to devise such a marvelous training method.

Because every time he entered, he gained a lot.

The feeling of breaking through under extreme conditions was simply wonderful.

Ye Yuan couldn't be as ferocious as when he entered the state of selflessness; each time he won, he was only a hair ahead of the replica.

Of course, Ye Yuan wouldn't rashly enter such dangerous training; it would be no different from seeking death.

Every time he gained insights from battle or training, he would come here to challenge himself!

Under extreme conditions, Ye Yuan could turn these insights into real strength!

Progressing a little each time, accumulated over time, it became a considerable improvement.

The battle against the魔族, where Ye Yuan killed a thousand, was a rare tempering experience.

For Ye Yuan, how could he let such a good opportunity for progress slip by?

Now that he had settled into the Fan family, he finally had time to hone himself.

At the critical moment of life and death, Ye Yuan seemed to realize something, and his figure shot out like lightning!

It was also Chasing Moon!

But Ye Yuan's move was faster, sharper!

Striking after the opponent but arriving first!

"Pfft!"

Ye Yuan's sword pierced through the chest!

No blood flowed, but the replica looked at Ye Yuan with resentment and said gloomily, "Why! Why do you always beat me? I... one day, I will kill you!"

The replica in the Death Training Space even retained memories from the previous times.

It had pushed Ye Yuan to his limits time and again, yet lost to him every time, and its negative emotions had accumulated to a terrifying degree.

Ye Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a faint smile, "Alright, I'll be waiting!"

The replica dissipated with intense unwillingness.

Ye Yuan, however, said with some delight, "Sword Dao Law Second Heaven, finally cultivated to Great Perfection!"