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This state did not last long. As more and more powerful figures gathered in the palace, for the sake of Ye Huan's safety, Durei IV gritted his teeth and issued an order to the Hell Serpent to capture Ye Huan.
At the same time, Ye Huan moved. His arm shot up instantly, pulling the trigger before the Hell Serpent could charge at him!
Bang!
The deafening gunshot of the Desert Eagle echoed through the palace, startling everyone present, including Zhao Wujie, the ruler of Huaxia Nation.
In contrast, the Hell Serpent showed no signs of injury after being hit by the powerful Desert Eagle. A crisp sound rang out as a copper-colored bullet shell appeared on the ground.
The Hell Serpent twisted its authentic water snake-like body, adjusting to the impact it had received, and once again glared menacingly at Ye Huan!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Another six shots rang out in quick succession…
After failing to injure the Hell Serpent with his first shot, Ye Huan unleashed all six remaining bullets from the Desert Eagle, flames flickering from the muzzle.
Fortunately, the Hell Serpent was large enough; otherwise, with the recoil from the Desert Eagle, those bullets might have gone who knows where…
Even though all of Desert Eagle's bullets hit their mark, the Hell Serpent was merely knocked over by the tremendous force, rolling into a corner of the wall. Its hard body remained unscathed.
'What on earth is this thing?'
Seeing Ye Huan's actions and that fire-breathing Desert Eagle in his hands filled everyone's minds with questions. The Hell Serpent was notoriously known for its defensive capabilities; even a full-force strike from a Level Four Warrior would struggle to knock it back. Who would have thought that a Level One Summoner like Ye Huan could achieve such results with just a small object in his hand? This left those powerful figures who had long resided in the palace puzzled.
Suddenly, Ye Huan moved again. He lightly waved his hand through the air, and the Desert Eagle vanished without a trace. In its place appeared a 16k 2012 Arms Compendium, quietly floating in front of everyone.
In front of so many people, Ye Huan stared with blood-red eyes and gently placed his hand on the compendium. He tightly grasped a corner of the second page and then poured a massive amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy into this Summoning Book, forming a visible vortex…
"Already turning to the second page so soon?"
With wide eyes, Durei IV stared in disbelief from a distance, as if witnessing the most bizarre scene in the world.
Others might not understand, but as a Summoner, Durei IV knew all too well that for a first-level Summoner to turn to the second page of the Summoning Book, they needed to accumulate a certain amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. Even though the Summoning Book could autonomously absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy from within a first-level Summoner, this process was not quick.
However, Ye Huan had completely overturned Durei IV's understanding. At this rate, it seemed that Ye Huan would finish one-tenth of the Summoning Book in just a few days. If Ye Huan successfully advanced to a second-level Summoner by then, he would undoubtedly become the fastest cultivating Summoner in history!
While everyone was focused intently on Ye Huan, he was at a crucial moment of merging two memories in his mind. At this point, he could no longer distinguish whether he was Ye Huan from the Twenty-First Century or the native Ye Huan from the Ye Family. The two memories intertwined and collided in his mind, gradually forming a brand new stream of memory!
At the same time, Ye Huan did not pause in his actions. He forcefully flipped open the Summoning Book, and the second page appeared clearly before his blood-red eyes. It depicted a grenade—one that resembled an apple!
If Ye Huan were fully conscious at that moment, he would have instantly recognized this grenade as an M67 fragmentation grenade. This type of grenade, which used shrapnel to attack upon explosion, was undoubtedly a nightmare on the battlefield.
Unfortunately, Ye Huan was devoid of any conscious thought. Acting on instinct alone, he summoned the M67 fragmentation grenade directly. In an instant, a hefty 'apple' appeared in his hand.
With a slight smile, Ye Huan pulled the safety lever off the grenade and yanked out the safety pin. He hurled the 'apple' toward the location of the Hell Serpent, tracing a graceful arc through the air. Upon landing, it rolled twice before finally coming to rest against the massive body of the Hell Serpent.
Boom!
The sound produced by the explosion of the M67 fragmentation grenade far surpassed that of a Desert Eagle firing; it shook the Golden Throne Hall slightly. The powerful figures present covered their ears in shock, while Zhao Wujie on his dragon throne jumped in surprise and slid off his seat, staring blankly at where the explosion had occurred…
As smoke billowed and gradually dissipated…
Where the explosion had taken place, there was no longer any sign of the Hell Serpent—only a corpse riddled with countless holes: the serpent's remains!
Peering through one of the small holes revealed that countless shards from the grenade had embedded themselves into the demon serpent's body. Its uniquely colored green blood oozed slowly from these punctures, evoking a sense of nausea in those who witnessed it.
"No, I absolutely cannot let my daughter marry someone like him..." As he stared at the disgusting corpse of the Hell Serpent, Emperor Zhao Wujie sat on the cold ground, this thought fleeting through his mind.
Beside Zhao Wujie, many powerful individuals from the palace moved into action upon witnessing this scene. They cautiously surrounded Ye Huan, their careful movements resembling those of warriors facing a formidable opponent.
There was no choice; the power Ye Huan had just demonstrated was simply too great. To be fair, none of the strong individuals present—whether they were mages protected by magical shields or martial artists wielding sword energy barriers—felt that their defenses could surpass that of the Hell Serpent.
Perhaps it was the actions of these strong individuals that caught Ye Huan's attention, or perhaps Ye Huan instinctively sensed everything happening in the palace. When confronted by so many people advancing towards him, Ye Huan swiftly flipped his hand, and an 'apple' reappeared in his grasp—a grenade capable of sending these strong individuals flying!
"Oh damn! Not again!"
Durei IV's eyes widened as he saw that item reappear in Ye Huan's hand. Unable to contain himself, he cursed and hurriedly pulled the dazed little princess toward Zhao Wujie. As he ran, Durei IV couldn't help but glance back, always wary that Ye Huan might suddenly throw that 'apple' in his direction.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Durei IV noticed something through his observation: the blood-red hue in Ye Huan's eyes seemed to have dissipated significantly...
"Ah!!!"
Suddenly, a wretched wail echoed through the air. Ye Huan cradled his head with both hands and slowly crouched down. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his twisted face looked extremely pained. The process of merging memories was agonizing; if things went poorly, Ye Huan could very well become a schizophrenic. Especially since he could no longer distinguish which memories belonged to him when faced with two sets of memories, a single question filled his mind: 'Who am I?'
"What’s wrong with him? Is he losing his mind?"
"Are you joking? If that's true, he could throw that thing at any moment!"
"Isn't he called Ye Huan? How can he not even know who he is?"
Surrounding him, many strong individuals began to murmur after hearing Ye Huan's anguished cries. Their conversations reached Ye Huan's ears, including the name 'Ye Huan'!
For someone who had lost their sense of direction, hearing his own name acted like a dazzling compass. Upon hearing 'Ye Huan,' the blood-red hue in his eyes completely vanished. He kept murmuring to himself, "Ye Huan, yes, I am Ye Huan!"
About twenty seconds passed before Ye Huan lifted his head again, his eyes clear as he calmly said, "I am Ye Huan..."
Despite the simplicity of his statement, the surrounding strong figures all took a step back in unison, their faces filled with astonishment. Their belief that Ye Huan was not quite right in the head became even more solidified, and the atmosphere became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
After a long silence...
Ye Huan came back to his senses and looked around. He didn’t feel anything unusual when he saw countless people surrounding him. However, when he noticed the Hell Serpent and the M67 fragmentary grenade in his hand, his expression turned somewhat strange. He looked at Durei IV in shock and asked, "What is going on here?"
Bang...
Upon hearing Ye Huan's words, Zhao Wujie, who had finally managed to sit up from the ground on his dragon throne, along with the strong figures surrounding Ye Huan, all stumbled backward. Durei IV felt extremely awkward and didn’t know how to respond to Ye Huan, blaming Ye Tian in his heart for not informing him earlier that his son was not quite right.
"Well, um, cough cough... Ye Huan... this is just a performance by many strong figures from the palace to celebrate your engagement with the little princess. You don’t need to take it too seriously..."
Clearing his throat twice, Zhao Wujie was the first to react as the emperor. Without hesitation, he began speaking in an official tone.
"What? Engagement? I don’t want to!" "Huh?!"
Since she was closest to Zhao Wujie, his words reached the little princess's ears perfectly, causing her to snap back to reality and hurriedly voice her opposition. Ye Huan was left bewildered, still holding onto that 'apple' that had terrified countless strong figures...
Zhao Wujie rolled his eyes at his daughter in frustration and felt a bit of a headache. According to what the little princess had previously said, since Ye Huan had killed a chicken, she should marry him. But according to Zhao Wujie's thoughts, how could he let his daughter marry someone like Ye Huan, who didn’t even know what he was doing? That would be quite a joke.
Moreover, there was an even more critical issue: Ye Huan's father, Ye Tian!
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