He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 831 Little Handsome Guy Fights Desperately

Xiao Shuai seemed not to hear him. Her blood-stained eyelashes trembled, revealing a pair of eyes burning with rage. She stared intently at the Ye brothers, her front paws digging shallow marks into the ground. Her voice was hoarse, as if sanded, yet carried an unwavering resolve: "What's inside is none of your business. Want to go in and see?" She suddenly raised her head, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. "Unless you step over my dead body and kill me—otherwise, you'll never set foot near the cave entrance in your entire lives!"

Ye Xue and Ye He exchanged a glance, both seeing a fierce determination in each other's eyes. Ye Xue lowered his voice and whispered to his brother, "I'll keep this little fox occupied for a bit, pretending to be about to kill her, to draw her attention. You, using the pile of rocks nearby as cover, quietly sneak in and see if it's really the Dragon Clan inside, and if they have the Dragon Pearl we're looking for." He licked his lips, his eyes filled with longing, "You know, the Dragon Pearl is incredibly important for us brothers to break through our cultivation bottlenecks. If we miss this opportunity, we might never have another chance!"

Ye He nodded slightly, his fingertips secretly gripping the talisman at his waist, the cinnabar runes on the yellow paper faintly burning. His gaze swept over Xiao Shuai's bleeding forepaws—this fox demon, though brave, was ultimately just putting on a brave front; his spiritual power was dissipating like a sieve with holes in the bottom. As long as Ye Xue could hold him off for a moment, he could succeed.

At that time, whether she lives or dies, the dragon and the dragon pearl in the cave are the real main event. Ye He's gaze turned cold, and the silver bracelet on his wrist gleamed faintly, waiting for Ye Xue's signal to make a move.

The wind at the cave entrance suddenly turned fierce, stirring up the blood foam on the ground. Xiao Shuai tensed up abruptly, her sharp claws digging deep into the soil—she knew that the real battle was about to begin.

Ye He instantly understood the deeper meaning behind Ye Xue's words. A knowing glint flashed in his eyes, and then a calm smile appeared on his lips: "Alright, leave this to me. When you make your move, make sure safety is your top priority. Don't confront it head-on; just stall until I succeed." He nodded solemnly, took two steps back, and silently disappeared into the shadows beside the cave entrance. The jagged rocks there would perfectly conceal him. He held his breath, his gaze fixed on the cave entrance like a hawk's, even his breathing was extremely soft, waiting only for Ye Xue's signal to make his move.

Ye Xue took a deep breath, his chest filling with a cool breeze, and with a sudden burst of power, his body shot towards the cave entrance like an arrow. Inside the cave, the guy called Xiao Shuai, though seriously injured, with blood still gushing from the wound on his left shoulder, staining half of his clothes red, still looked up sharply the moment he heard the noise. A fierce red light flashed in his previously clear eyes, like a trapped beast cornered in a desperate situation.

"Roar—" It growled softly, and a thick white mist suddenly rose around it, carrying a chilling aura. The moment the white mist dissipated, the humanoid form vanished—replaced by a red fox half a person's height, its glossy fur like a burning flame, dancing with dazzling light in the dim cave. Several deep, bone-revealing claw marks were clearly visible on its bushy tail, the flesh turned inside out, yet it did not diminish its imposing presence in the slightest. It stared intently at Ye Xue charging towards it, its sharp fangs bared, a threatening growl emanating from its throat, every hair on its body standing on end in extreme vigilance, like a bursting red ball of fur, yet exuding deadly danger.

"Awooo—" The red fox attacked first, its powerful hind legs slamming into the ground, cracking the gravel beneath its feet. Like a red lightning bolt, it pounced on Ye Xue, its sharp claws gleaming like scimitars, aimed straight for his face. Ye Xue was prepared; he twisted his body sharply to the left, as supple as a willow in the wind, narrowly avoiding the fatal pounce. He could even smell the blood on its body. At the same time, he formed a palm with his right hand, striking the red fox's side with a sharp gust of wind. This strike appeared swift, but he secretly held back three-tenths of his strength—his aim was not to injure it, but to delay it, buying Ye Xue enough time.

The red fox was struck by the palm strike, staggering but using the force to nimbly twist its body in mid-air. Its bushy tail instantly straightened, sweeping across like a steel whip with a whooshing sound, aiming straight for Ye Xue's back. Ye Xue heard the unusual sound of the wind and lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body leaping backward like an eel, his back almost skimming the ground half a foot away, barely dodging the attack. The tail struck heavily where he had just stood, cracking a fine line in the hard rock, sending fragments of rock falling down.

"Not bad." Ye Xue scoffed, his eyes sharpening as he lunged forward again. His moves appeared wide and powerful, yet every punch and palm strike held back: his fists grazed the red fox's fur, sending up a gust of hot air; his palm strikes always deftly deflected half an inch just before hitting a vital spot, only managing to deflect the fox off balance. But the red fox was now bloodthirsty, completely disregarding its own injuries, each attack carrying a suicidal ferocity: sometimes it transformed into a red shadow, darting around Ye Xue like a leaping flame, searching for weaknesses in his defenses; sometimes it would suddenly stop, opening its mouth to spew out a scorching wave of air, carrying a pungent, burnt smell, forcing Ye Xue to retreat repeatedly, his cheeks burning; with claws and teeth slashing, several bloody cuts appeared on Ye Xue's arm, blood seeping out and dripping down his arm, bringing waves of burning pain.

Ye Xue frowned slightly, his breathing quickening involuntarily, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead—Xiao Shuai was desperately trying to break free. A thought flashed through his mind; he deliberately feigned an opening, his left shoulder lowering slightly to reveal a gap. The red fox seized this fleeting opportunity, darting forward like an arrow, its claws aimed directly at the already healed old wound on Ye Xue's left shoulder—clearly, it had figured out his weakness during the earlier struggle.

At that critical moment, Ye Xue suddenly spun around, his movements as fast as lightning. His left hand gripped the red fox's nape with perfect precision, his knuckles turning white from the force. His right fist clenched, and with accumulated power, he slammed it hard into its foreleg joint. A soft "crack" rang out, the sound of bones breaking was exceptionally clear in the silent cave. The red fox let out a piercing howl of pain, its forelegs buckling as it nearly collapsed to the ground, its body still twisting wildly.

Despite the excruciating pain of broken bones, it suddenly turned its head, its sharp teeth biting fiercely at Ye Xue's wrist, which was gripping the back of his neck. "Hiss—" Ye Xue cried out in pain, several deep, bone-revealing teeth marks instantly appearing on his wrist, dripping with blood, but his grip didn't loosen at all; instead, he pressed the fox to the ground. The man and the fox instantly began wrestling, kicking up pebbles and sending them flying. The stench of blood mixed with dust filled the damp air, making one's throat tighten.