Chapter 91: Sister Ye Shows Her Might

Ye Li had calmed down now. The silver-haired man before him was indeed formidable—there could be no argument about that. With just one punch, the armor given to him by his father had cracked; that alone proved much.

But let me clarify: it wasn’t even the punch itself, but merely the force of the punch’s wind.

Still, Ye Li was pondering; his opponent had not yet played his trump card—nor had he. What the final outcome would be, only heaven knew.

Should he call for help?

No.

This was his first time stepping out as himself; if he called for backup now, he’d disgrace his father, and if word got out, it would be catastrophic.

Oh, bald little husband! Ever since I encountered you, misfortune has clung to me; how exasperating!

“I have to admit, you are qualified to duel with me.” Ye Li stowed away his Demon Cry sword and, like Ye Kun, switched to bare fists.

Ye Kun’s fighting spirit soared, the Evil Dao energy surging wildly within him. Thankfully, the Compassion Dao energy rose as well, preventing either from dominating. At this moment, Ye Kun was neither good nor evil; the line between the two blurred, and the choice lay in a single thought.

“Let’s see if your fists are as tough as your words!” Ye Kun didn’t intend to give Ye Li any reprieve. He charged forward, then leapt fiercely, the ground collapsing beneath his feet.

He had no choice—Ye Li floated above, so Ye Kun had to jump. This proved Ye Kun's exceptional leaping ability; a strong jump meant a solid foundation, and a solid foundation meant a first-rate kidney.

“Underestimating your enemy will be your fatal flaw. Come forth, Emperor Poison Moth!” Ye Li, at some point, had a tiny bottle in his right hand. He crushed it.

Ye Kun halted his attack and eyed this so-called Emperor Poison Moth, his expression strange. “The name is grand, but the size doesn’t match.”

“Others have said the same to you before,” Ye Li replied with a smile.

“And what happened?”

“They lost miserably.”

Ye Kun clenched his fists and said coolly, “I’d like to lose. I hope you can grant me that wish, so I can finally feel what defeat is like.”

“Rest assured, you won’t just lose—you’ll die!”

As Ye Li’s words faded, the Emperor Poison Moth suddenly swelled into a colossal beast, before which Ye Kun seemed a mere ant. He stared, stunned, at its sheer size. What manner of beast was this? Its enormous head bore only a single eye, its body like a gigantic cocoon, with countless twitching limbs beneath its belly that sent chills down one’s spine.

What on earth was it? Nothing like it was ever mentioned in the books—it was as vast as a distant mountain range!

With a burst, the Emperor Poison Moth unfurled its dazzling wings, stretching thousands of feet. As they spread, a violent gale swept the land, and the moth let out a piercing screech, making all who heard it uncomfortable; if anyone else were still around, this alone could split their skulls.

“Amazing, isn’t it? I can almost imagine your expression behind that mask,” Ye Li stood with hands clasped behind his back, floating in the void. Ye Kun landed on the ground, the sky above blotted out by writhing limbs; his whole body tingled at the sight.

Seeing Ye Kun look up in silence, Ye Li felt a surge of pride and spoke slowly: “My pet, Emperor Poison Moth, once was harmless, feeding only. But after years of my care, I remedied that flaw. Now, it can both defend and feed!”

“It will be your nightmare, silver man! To die in its maw is the greatest honor!” Ye Li laughed triumphantly, confident in his creation.

But as Ye Li laughed, Ye Kun’s voice echoed: “A gentle punch!”

Boom!

A brilliant light burst from Ye Kun’s right fist. The earth trembled as if on the brink of collapse; searing heat melted everything in an instant.

Ye Li and his Emperor Poison Moth were devoured in a heartbeat.

Ye Kun slowly lowered his fist, revealing a vast, semicircular chasm stretching to the horizon.

He glanced at the blue sky and nearly gagged; Kun hated swarms of creatures most, and that golden woman actually had such a bizarre preference…

He checked on the golden woman; her armor was now fractured into chunks, ready to fall off at any moment.

But why was she trembling?

How could Ye Li not tremble? Her thousand-year-old pet had vanished before her eyes, destroyed by a single punch!

“My little bug…” Ye Li murmured in grief. This tightened Ye Kun’s chest, but—wasn’t that bug a bit too big to be called little?

Ye Li turned to Ye Kun and shouted, “I originally wanted a fair fight, to relieve my boredom, but now! No more pretense! I’ll burn you to ashes, to honor my little bug! You miserable wretch!”

She spread her hands wide.

Ye Kun’s expression grew grim; he sensed a surging power gathering in her palms.

With two muffled sounds, golden flames erupted in her left palm, black flames in her right. As these flames appeared, the world seemed to fall silent.

Ye Kun swallowed hard; he could feel the strength of the flames in her hands, and never would have expected this woman to be so formidable.

“Your body will become ashes, your soul will burn forever. Even your death will not satisfy me; you shall taste the punishment of despair! There will be no mercy for you!” Ye Li slowly brought her hands together, golden and black flames resisting, like petulant children unwilling to merge, but ultimately…

They fused.

At the moment of fusion, lightning flashed, winds howled, torrential rain fell, and the heavens thundered.

Ye Kun sensed the Dao power of the Supreme Ones warning him; even they were wary, so he dared not underestimate this.

“What is that? Why is it so strong?” Ye Kun couldn't help but ask; something so powerful deserved an explanation.

“Alien Fire.”

Ye Kun’s mind was clouded. According to the records of the Xuan Yue continent, there was no such thing as Alien Fire.

If it were truly so powerful, it would be legendary.

“It’s strong,” Ye Kun admitted. The aura it emitted rivaled that of his father’s divine sword.

“Naturally,” Ye Li said. The fused Alien Fire danced on her index finger, like a mischievous sprite—beautiful, yet terrifying in its power.

“Well then, you may die now.”

“Black-Gold Death Wheel!”