As a Divine Grade Tenth Tier expert, the power of the Purple Cloud Island Master was undeniably terrifying. With a single strike, he moved like a thunderbolt. Before most present, save for the white-robed elder and a few others, could even register what was happening, the sickening crunch of bone echoed, followed by the sight of the Wyvern Beast convulsing once before falling dead! Instant kill!
The entire assembly was struck dumb with shock, especially the winged man who had been about to charge forward. His pupils constricted so violently they seemed poised to burst from his skull. He stared, dumbfounded, at the Purple Cloud Island Master who had just executed a Rainbow Chasm level Wyvern with a mere flick of his wrist. While the winged man possessed the strength to achieve a similar instant kill, he knew he could never manage it with such effortless ease.
Compared to him, Murong Xue, Bing Yun, and the others were even more aghast, their jaws nearly dropping to the floor. An instant kill on a Wyvern-class creature without even activating Superhuman Mode?
After a long, agonizing silence, the few finally managed to turn their heads toward the white-robed elder, the Island Master, and the others. A profound shock rippled through them: Could all these individuals be this powerful? While they were still reeling, the Heavenly Palace Island Master, the Island Master, and their company, leading fifteen hundred King Grade warriors, plunged into the monstrous horde, initiating a frenzy of slaughter. They hadn't realized the extent of their power until they struck—and were terrified by what they saw. Murong Xue and the others were successively stunned as they watched the fifteen hundred warriors weave through the monstrous ranks with absolute mastery. Initially, they had assumed these fighters were merely Hundred Level experts, but the moment they witnessed their prowess, they realized how profoundly mistaken they had been!
One young man, wearing a straw hat, was seen charging directly at a Wyvern. Relying purely on brute force, he slammed one punch that sent the creature rearing back before crashing heavily to the ground with a resounding thud.
“These… these people…” Hua Bu Luo stammered, momentarily losing his composure. “Who are they?”
Bing Yun’s eyes blazed with sharp light. “They are terrifyingly strong. The weakest among them possesses a Thousand Level physique!”
“What manner of monstrosities are these? To be this formidable without activating Superhuman Mode?” Qin Lan exclaimed, astonished. “Where did Ye Chen find such a terrifying group of people? It’s a blessing they aren't our enemies; they are too powerful!”
As they spoke, the elder in purple robes and the remaining elders, accompanied by the fifteen hundred King Grade warriors, tore into the monster army, resulting in a completely one-sided massacre!
In moments, the ground was slick with blood, stained red by the corpses littering the earth.
At this juncture, the white-robed elder moved, appearing before the winged man like a gust of wind. The winged man’s eyelids twitched, his expression tightening with tension, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
“Have you made your choice?” the white-robed elder asked, looking down upon the winged man. In truth, his heart was pounding nervously—he knew this opponent was a Ghost God Realm powerhouse. While weaker than himself in raw power, should the man engage Ghost God Mode, the elder would be left purely on the defensive.
The winged man’s expression shifted between gloom and uncertainty. “Who is the Clan Master of your group?”
The white-robed elder replied coolly, “You will know soon enough, but by then, it will be too late. My Clan Master’s temper is not nearly as mild as mine, and negotiating with him is not seeking death—it is suicide!”
The winged man gritted his teeth, thinking desperately: When His Highness returns, I can slay this white-robed elder. If that fails, His Highness can appeal to his uncle. If I surrender now, once His Highness learns of it, I will surely not be spared lightly. The thought of the Dark Prince’s ruthless methods sent a shiver down his spine. He immediately raised his head, declaring defiantly, “You wish me to submit? Never!”
The white-robed elder frowned, a cold glint surfacing in his eyes. “Then you are seeking death!” Yet, inwardly, he panicked. He froze in place, not attacking. Unexpectedly, the winged man, seemingly resolved to fight to the death, charged first.
The white-robed elder internally cursed his situation, but outwardly barked a cold command, unleashing a punch toward the winged man. The force of the blow made the man’s face change, and he rapidly retreated.
The white-robed elder aborted his attack as soon as it missed, coldly stating, “Do you truly believe I dare not kill you?”
The winged man’s eyes flickered, and his body suddenly shot backward, accelerating away into the distance. He was fleeing. The white-robed elder paused for a moment of confusion before swiftly giving chase, his form blurring as he intercepted the man, blocking his path.
The winged man was even more startled and immediately veered off, darting in another direction. First east, then west, he charged in multiple directions, but each time, the white-robed elder appeared to effortlessly cut him off. Finally, he was forced to stop, panting heavily, his mind filled with alarm. He had always been supremely confident in his speed, yet he was caught by the white-robed elder without any apparent exertion, revealing an enormous gulf in their capabilities!
“Last chance!” The white-robed elder’s eyes flared with chilling killing intent. “Submit, or kill yourself?”
The winged man stared at him, a sudden realization dawning. Why has he chased me so many times without landing a killing blow? With his strength, why would he need me as a servant? He could slay me with a casual wave... Could it be that this person, like the one before, is incredibly strong but incapable of harming someone in Ghost God Mode?
With this thought, his eyes lit up. After a moment of consideration, he tested the waters. “I will not submit. Kill me if you dare!”
The white-robed elder choked, his anger boiling over, but he could only remain rooted to the spot, glaring, unable to attack lest he expose his weakness.
The winged man was cunning. Seeing this reaction, he guessed the truth. He immediately sneered, activated Ghost God Mode, and lunged at the elder, roaring, “Submit to you? Impossible!” He brought his palm down in a strike.
The white-robed elder dodged the blow, raising a hand to block it, but his palm passed straight through the winged man’s body. He inwardly cried, Bad luck! and immediately turned to flee.
The winged man stopped, stunned for a second, then burst into laughter and gave chase.
The two darted back and forth across the battlefield. Fortunately, the white-robed elder possessed powerful physical resilience and speed, preventing the winged man from catching him.
After half an hour of pursuit, the winged man could not even graze the elder’s form. Frustrated, he halted his chase, abandoning the pursuit of the white-robed elder. Instead, he charged directly toward the entrance of the Atlantis Ruins, thinking, Once I slaughter everyone inside the ruins, I’ll settle accounts with you lot!
The white-robed elder, Murong Xue, and the others saw the winged man heading for the ruins, their expressions darkening slightly. They rushed forward to guard the entrance to the sanctuary.
The winged man sneered and swung his fist toward the white-robed elder blocking his path. To his shock, the elder did not evade; he stood firm as if nailed to the spot, enduring the impact without uttering a sound!
Murong Xue and the others watching nearby felt a mixture of rage and elation. They began wildly slashing at the winged man, but their attacks were completely nullified, causing no harm whatsoever.
“Move aside,” Murong Xue urged, watching the white-robed elder take three full blows from the winged man. The elder’s face had grown somewhat pale, yet he used his entire body to physically plug the massive opening!
Everyone observing from the city was left utterly dumbfounded!
They had never imagined that someone in this world could be so utterly foolish as to sacrifice themselves to protect others!
For a time, no one knew what to say. Mouths hung open, and then, as if triggered by a silent cue, someone began weeping uncontrollably. All the women and children covered their eyes, biting their lips until tears streamed down their faces.
The winged man landed three more heavy blows, seeing the white-robed elder remain unmoving, which finally gave him pause. Then, a surge of furious rage overwhelmed him, and he hammered away relentlessly, the blows landing on the elder’s chest, making his frame tremble slightly.
Suddenly, a hand shot out from the side and clamped down on the attacking fist!
A cold, indifferent voice cut through the air beside the winged man’s ear: “Have you hit enough?”
The winged man turned his head and was instantly paralyzed with terror. Standing before him was none other than Ye Chen! His face went ashen, and he stammered, “Y-you, how are you here? Why aren’t you dead yet?”
Ye Chen stared at him coldly. “When you are dead, you can ask your Prince!” His right hand drew his longsword in an arc, cleaving down toward the stunned winged man, slicing him neatly in two!
Murong Xue, the white-robed elder, and the others nearby, seeing Ye Chen arrive in time, were momentarily stunned, then filled with immense relief. The white-robed elder, in particular, let out a sigh of relief. “Good thing you arrived. Otherwise, this old body of mine wouldn’t have withstood much more punishment!”
Ye Chen flicked his wrist and tossed a porcelain vial to the white-robed elder, saying flatly, “This contains a pill refined from Ten Thousand Year Stone Gold Needle Grass. Use it for internal injuries.”
The white-robed elder paused, then his eyes brightened. Without ceremony, he quickly opened the vial. Inside, he saw three bean-sized pills emitting a faint, rich fragrance.
He did not immediately consume them, but carefully put them away, looking at Ye Chen. “You have finished your cultivation?”
Ye Chen nodded slightly.
He had absorbed half the physical essence of the enchanting woman, causing his cultivation to skyrocket. In mere hours, he broke through to Qi Force Master Eighth Tier. As one advances to higher realms, breakthroughs become more protracted and require absolute tranquility; interruption can cause Qi deviation or even madness. During this breakthrough, Ye Chen was completely immersed in the exquisite sensation of his body transforming, which explained his slight delay. However, Ye Chen was confident that with the strength of the white-robed elder and the others, while they couldn't defeat a Ghost God Realm powerhouse, they could certainly defend themselves, which is why he had let them manage the situation.
Having reached Eighth Tier as a Qi Force Master, his physical body had simultaneously reached Level 5600.
Holding his divine sword, Ye Chen looked at the bisected winged man. With a wrist flick, he unleashed a thousand illusory sword strikes in succession. Each blow was lightning-fast and swift as a meteor, condensing the Meteor Profundity, vastly increasing its destructive power, instantly shredding the winged man into fragments!
“Ah, how is this possible? How can you injure me?!” The winged man’s agonizing shriek pierced the air. “Impossible! You are not a Ghost God Realm expert; you cannot harm me!! Ah, it must be this weapon! You… you actually possess a Ghost Artifact?!” His voice was thick with shock and rage.
Ye Chen’s expression remained cold. His longsword flashed repeatedly, a wave of Devouring power washing out. A Devouring Eye cracked open on his forehead, projecting an inky black beam of light that enveloped the scattered flesh and blood.
“Devour!”
“Suppress!”
Ye Chen manipulated his hands, using the Qi Force of an Eighth Tier Qi Force Master to physically compress and seal the remains, while employing his Devouring Qi to directly crush the man’s consciousness, shatter his soul, and forcibly refine him into a single ball of flesh!
This winged man was barely at Ten Thousand Level. He was not as powerful as the Dark Prince; otherwise, even with a divine sword in hand, Ye Chen would have been unable to kill him.