Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

"Enemy attack!" Murong Feng roared, and his longsword was instantly drawn. The silver sword light cut through the air, making a piercing sound.

Ye Yunjian's eyes narrowed, and a powerful aura erupted from him. He charged out first, like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for the enemy camp.

Lin Yu followed closely behind, brandishing his giant axe and letting out a deafening roar, like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable.

The battle erupted instantly, the sounds of swords clashing were as dense and deafening as a storm.

Ye Yunjian's longsword danced like a nimble snake, each swing taking the lives of several enemies.

Murong Feng and Lin Yu were like two war gods, charging through the enemy ranks and sweeping away all obstacles.

The Spirit Clan elders and Zi Yan continuously cast spells from the rear, and dazzling beams of light flew from their hands like sharp arrows, accurately striking the enemy and causing violent explosions.

The surrounding crowd cheered and shouted encouragement, their voices echoing through the sky, creating a tense and fierce atmosphere for the battle.

The enemy was numerous and well-trained; their attacks were highly organized and coordinated, making it difficult for Ye Yunjian and his men to defend themselves.

A dense web of swordplay and shadows crisscrossed, relentlessly closing in on them.

Ye Yunjian felt waves of pressure coming from him. Just as he was preparing to adjust his tactics, a piercing sound of air being torn apart suddenly entered his ears.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dark figure rapidly approaching...

The dark figure, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, headed straight for Ye Yunjian.

Ye Yunjian dodged the attack by sidestepping, and upon closer inspection, he realized it was the mysterious man in black robes!

The man in black robes let out a chilling laugh, a jet-black dagger gleaming coldly in his hand.

Ye Yunjian dared not be careless and immediately swung his sword to meet the attack.

During the fierce battle, Ye Yunjian caught a glimpse of Lin Yu's figure being heavily surrounded by enemies not far away.

Lin Yu wielded his giant axe, hacking and slashing left and right, like a cornered beast fighting desperately. However, there were too many enemies, and he had already suffered several wounds, his clothes stained with blood.

The enemy surged in like a tide, and Lin Yu's situation was extremely precarious.

"Brother Lin!" Ye Yunjian's heart tightened, and a strong sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

He understood that Lin Yu had put himself in such a dangerous situation to cover for him.

He can't abandon his friends!

"Yunjian, be careful!" Murong Feng's voice rang in my ears.

Ye Yunjian then realized that while he was distracted, the black-robed man's dagger was already within reach.

He quickly parried, but was still cut on the arm by the dagger, and a burning pain shot through him.

"Senior Brother Murong, cover me!" Ye Yunjian shouted, disregarding his injuries, and resolutely rushed towards Lin Yu's direction.

Seeing this, Murong Feng immediately joined the battle to clear a path for Ye Yunjian.

The two fought side by side, their swords flashing, carving a bloody path through the enemy ranks.

However, there were simply too many enemies, and the two gradually felt overwhelmed.

"Yunjian, this can't go on!" Murong Feng said, panting heavily. "We have to think of a way to break through!"

Ye Yunjian's gaze sharpened as he suddenly recalled a combined sword formation that his master had taught him.

This sword formation is powerful, but it requires two people to work in perfect harmony to unleash its full potential.

"Senior Brother Murong, do you still remember the 'Double Dragons Playing with a Pearl' that Master taught us?" Ye Yunjian asked eagerly.

Murong Feng's eyes lit up. "Of course I remember! It's just that this sword formation is too complicated, and we've never practiced it in actual combat..."

"We can't worry about that now!" Ye Yunjian's eyes were resolute. "Let's give it a try!"

The two quickly adjusted their positions, wielding their longswords simultaneously, their sword energies intertwining to form a dazzling light.

With their perfect coordination, the power of the sword formation gradually became apparent.

The light grew brighter and brighter, eventually transforming into two golden dragons that coiled and danced, emitting a deafening roar.

Wherever the golden dragon passed, enemies were blasted away, scattering like fallen leaves on the ground.

Those around them cheered at the sight of this amazing scene, their morale soaring.

"A good opportunity!" Ye Yunjian shouted, taking advantage of the enemy's panic, and together with Murong Feng, they fought their way through and rushed to Lin Yu's side.

"Brother Lin, are you alright?" Ye Yunjian asked with concern.

Lin Yu shook his head and grinned, "It's okay, I won't die!"

"Let's go!" Ye Yunjian pulled Lin Yu up, and the three of them fought their way out of the encirclement.

Just then, Xingluo's voice suddenly came: "Ye Yunjian..."

Xingluo's gaze followed Ye Yunjian's figure, watching how he moved through the enemy ranks, his sword light as white as snow, sharp and swift.

She has seen many self-proclaimed heroes, but in the face of real life-or-death battles, they often reveal their cowardice and selfishness.

Ye Yunjian, on the other hand, was calm and decisive, with a resolute glint in his eyes, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward.

Every swing of his sword carried an indomitable spirit, and every dodge was precise and elegant.

A feeling that was hard to describe welled up in Xingluo's heart: respect for the strong and admiration for the hero.

The clamor of battle gradually subsided, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.

Ye Yunjian stood leaning on his sword, his body stained with blood, which only made him appear more heroic.

Xinglu walked to his side and said softly, "You are really amazing." Her voice was very soft, but it carried a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Ye Yunjian turned to look at her, a weary smile on his face: "It was just luck."

A subtle atmosphere was spreading between the two.

Xingluo's gaze fell on Ye Yunjian's wound. Ye Yunjian followed her gaze and then noticed that the wound on his arm was still bleeding.

He smiled nonchalantly, "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." Xingluo took out a clean white silk handkerchief from her bosom and carefully bandaged his wound.

Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she were handling a precious treasure.

Ye Yunjian watched her quietly, feeling the cool touch of the silk handkerchief, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

The brief silence was broken by the rapid sound of horses' hooves.

A scout came running, pale-faced and panting, shouting, "Report...report! The enemy's main force...is on their way! And...there are even more powerful experts leading the way!"

This sudden news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering the joy that had just begun to rise among everyone.

The relaxed atmosphere froze instantly, and everyone's face was filled with shock and unease.

Ye Yunjian's expression also turned serious. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, prepare for battle!"

The sound of hooves thundered, shaking the earth.

Dust billowed up in the distance, sweeping in like a sandstorm, a dark, oppressive mass that filled the air with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Everyone stood ready, their eyes fixed on the front, gripping their weapons tightly.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, filled with a chilling atmosphere. The light from the mysterious object became exceptionally bright, casting a strange halo that shone on the tense faces of the crowd.

Ye Yunjian stood at the forefront, his white robes fluttering in the wind, and the long sword in his hand emitted a deep hum, as if responding to its master's fighting spirit.

His gaze was fixed firmly on the distance, his deep eyes seeming to pierce through the swirling dust and reveal the enemy's ferocious face.

He knew this would be a life-or-death battle, a decisive battle that would determine his fate.

An invisible pressure enveloped Ye Yunjian's heart. He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm.

He knew he couldn't fall; he was everyone's hope, and he had to lead them to survive.

But he was also filled with conflict. He didn't want to implicate the people around him, especially Xingluo. He wished she could stay away from this conflict and live a peaceful life.

But he knew that if he didn't fight, he wouldn't be able to unravel the secret, avenge his past life, or protect the people he wanted to protect.

His expression was serious, and the inner conflict was clearly visible on his face. Those around him could also feel the heavy atmosphere, and a sense of oppression spread through the crowd.

Murong Feng patted Ye Yunjian on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Junior brother, don't worry, we'll fight alongside you!" Lin Yu also laughed heartily, "Brother Ye, what's there to be afraid of? At worst, we'll be heroes again in eighteen years!" Xingluo stood silently beside him, holding his hand tightly, giving him silent support.

As the dust settled, the enemy's figure gradually became clear.

The leader was a mysterious figure draped in a black robe, exuding a chilling aura, as if he were a messenger from hell.

Behind him stood a densely packed army of soldiers, each one fierce-looking and exuding murderous intent.

Shadow Fiend was among them, holding a black longsword, his gaze fixed coldly on Ye Yunjian, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

The man in black robes let out a chilling laugh: "Ye Yunjian, you've finally shown up! Today is your death day!"

Ye Yunjian's gaze was sharp as he coldly replied, "The outcome is still uncertain!"

The two sides are at war with each other, and the war is about to break out.

Xingluo suddenly leaned close to Ye Yunjian's ear and whispered, "I have a plan..."

Xingluo leaned close to Ye Yunjian and whispered in his ear, "I'll infiltrate behind enemy lines and disrupt their command. You all face them head-on and draw their fire." Her words were concise and powerful, yet they resonated like thunder in everyone's ears.

Lin Yu was the first to object: "No! It's too dangerous! I'll go!" Xing Luo grabbed his arm, her eyes resolute: "You're too conspicuous, you'll be easily exposed. Trust me, I can do it." Her tone left no room for doubt, carrying a sense of determination.

Looking into her determined eyes, Lin Yu finally gave in, though he clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with worry.

The air around them seemed to freeze, a tense atmosphere filled the air, and everyone held their breath, waiting for what would happen next.

Shadow Fiend darted out from behind the man in black robes like a ghost, his black longsword slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Ye Yunjian's throat.

Before the blade even arrived, the sharp wind from it already stung Ye Yunjian's cheek.

Ye Yunjian dared not be careless, and he held his long sword horizontally to block the fatal blow.

With a clang, the ear-piercing sound of metal colliding echoed across the battlefield, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

The powerful impact made Ye Yunjian's hands go numb. He gritted his teeth and nimbly stepped back.

Murong Feng seized the opportunity and thrust his long sword at Ying Sha's ribs like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

Ying Sha sneered, twisting his body strangely to dodge Murong Feng's attack. He flicked his black longsword with his backhand, and a cold light flashed. A bloody gash appeared on Murong Feng's arm, and the burning pain made him gasp.

Seeing this, Zi Yan quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations. A purple flame erupted from his palm, rushing towards Ying Sha like a fire dragon.

The Spirit Clan elder also made his move at the same time, waving his cane and creating gusts of wind as he attacked Shadow Fiend from the side.

Despite being attacked from both sides, Shadow Demon showed no sign of panic. He wielded his black longsword with impenetrable skill, blocking all the attacks.

He moved with ghostly speed, weaving between the three like a black lightning bolt, making him unpredictable.

The aftershocks of the battle sent sand and gravel flying everywhere, and onlookers couldn't help but take a few steps back, afraid of being caught in the fierce fight.

"Ye Yunjian, your death is near!" The black-robed man's cold voice echoed across the battlefield. He slowly raised one hand, and in his palm, a ball of black energy was gathering, emanating a chilling aura.

"Oh no! He's about to unleash a powerful attack!" Zi Yan's expression changed, and he shouted anxiously.

Ye Yunjian's heart sank. The cane he was holding tightly slipped from his hand and rolled into the sand.

The Elven girl let out a heart-wrenching cry, her voice filled with despair and fear, sounding particularly jarring on the battlefield.

Her hands trembled as she tried to help the elder up, only to find that her strength was so insignificant.

This scene deeply pierced the hearts of everyone present, and their suppressed emotions erupted like a volcano.

Murong Feng's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He roared and the long sword in his hand burst out with a dazzling light. He rushed towards Ying Sha without regard for anything else. He wanted to avenge the elder of the Spirit Clan!

Lin Yu followed closely behind, wielding his massive battle axe. Each swing was accompanied by a whistling sound, as if he wanted to tear Shadow Fiend to shreds.

Ye Yunjian felt an unprecedented rage burning in his chest. He seemed to hear the sound of some kind of shackle breaking inside his body. A powerful force surged through his entire body in an instant. He felt his meridians expanding and his bones cracking. The longsword in his hand also began to tremble, as if it were cheering and jumping for joy.

He took a deep breath, concentrating all his anger and power on the tip of his sword. He felt his body become lighter, as if he might rise into the air at any moment. The Xuan Fire within him surged wildly, and the rolling heat distorted the surrounding air.

"Ah!" He let out a deafening roar, and the longsword in his hand burned like flames. A huge sword aura of fire shot into the sky, like a roaring fire dragon, with a world-destroying momentum, straight towards Shadow Fiend.

The scorching flames distorted the surrounding air, the intense heat stung everyone's skin, and the strong energy fluctuations made their hearts skip a beat.

Shadow Fiend's expression changed drastically. He felt an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloping his entire body. He wanted to dodge, but found that his body was as if nailed to the spot, unable to move.

He stared in horror at the fire dragon.

Upon seeing this, the enemy soldiers panicked and scattered like headless flies. Their formation began to crumble, and their morale plummeted.

Their own men erupted in thunderous cheers, their faces beaming with excitement and exhilaration. Ye Yunjian's power had invigorated them immensely, and their morale had reached its peak, as if they could see the dawn of victory.

Ye Yunjian slowly sheathed his longsword, and the flames went out. He gripped the hilt tightly, feeling the powerful force surging within him, and a strong sense of confidence rose in his heart.

Just then, he heard a soft footstep behind him. He turned around and saw Xingluo walking towards him. Her face showed a hint of fatigue, but her eyes were full of determination.

She slowly walked to his side and softly said, "I'm back..."

Xingluo's figure appeared at the edge of the battlefield like a ghost. Her clothes were tattered, covered in dust and blood, and several shallow wounds stood out starkly against her fair skin.

But her eyes remained clear, sparkling with the light of victory. She slowly walked up to Ye Yunjian, a faint smile on her face. That smile, like a spring breeze, swept across the battlefield, dispelling some of the murderous atmosphere.

Ye Yunjian's heart skipped a beat. He quickly walked to Xingluo's side, gently supported her, and felt a sharp pain in his heart when his fingertips touched the small wound on her arm, as if pricked by needles.

His tone carried a hint of reproach, yet was filled with boundless concern: "How could you take such a risk? You're injured like this!"

Nestled in Ye Yunjian's arms, feeling his warm embrace, Xingluo felt an indescribable tenderness welling up inside her. She whispered, "It's alright, it's all over now. Our plan succeeded." Her voice was gentle, but it carried a hint of weariness that she couldn't hide.

The two gazed deeply into each other's eyes, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding clamor. The battles on the battlefield and the cries of the enemy seemed to vanish.