Xu Tianguo, Bailong, and the others stared at Kaba for a moment, then their faces flooded with ecstatic joy. During the previous great battle, the strength Kaba displayed was enough to shock everyone; even a demigod expert was no match for him!
“Greetings, Senior!”
Xu Tianguo and Huang Tianci quickly bowed with cupped fists, showing deep respect.
Kaba lazily waved his hand and said, “Good boy!”
Xu Tianguo and the other man looked awkward and somewhat displeased.
Ye Chen glanced at Kaba and stated plainly, “Leave the demigod experts to you. Try to be quick about it.”
Kaba chuckled, “I know. You want to use this opportunity to intimidate the rest, right? Don’t worry, I’ll give them quite a fright.”
Ye Chen said no more, turning his head to look at the Purple Cloud Island Master. “Are you confident you can handle the thousand-plus Ghost God experts behind that beast-skin man?”
The Purple Cloud Island Master paused slightly, observing the Ghost God experts behind the beast-skin man—their auras were uneven, ranging from first and second-tier Ghost Gods to those at the peak of the Ghost God realm.
Having traversed the world his entire life and serving as one of the six great Island Masters of the Xuanyuan Clan’s Inner Sea, his pride soared. Hearing Ye Chen’s words now, his blood boiled, and he declared with bold spirit, “No problem at all!”
Ye Chen nodded slightly. “Then, make your move!”
Kaba folded his arms across his chest, looking at the beast-skin man opposite him, and smiled gently. “Little fellow, I see you have decent potential. Quickly kowtow three times to Grandpa here, then carve an apology for yourself, and I won’t have to kill you personally.”
The corner of the beast-skin man’s mouth twitched. His face turned ashen, dark with resentment. “No matter who you are, aren't you afraid of breaking your tongue speaking such boasts! Hmph, I sense divine power fluctuations around you too, so you must be a demigod expert. Don’t think that grants you the right to be arrogant!”
“Oh?” Kaba’s lips curved into a slight arc. “And what would constitute arrogance, then?”
The beast-skin man choked slightly, then said coldly, “Say that after you manage to defeat me. Although our Bru Civilization might not be considered mighty, we certainly aren't lacking in demigod experts!” As he spoke, he activated the exquisite communicator on his arm, his lips moving slightly as a string of harsh, incomprehensible sounds were transmitted.
Kaba didn't intervene; his smile only deepened.
“I refuse to believe that two demigod experts will be afraid of one person like you!” The beast-skin man shut off the communicator and sneered at Kaba. In a one-on-one duel, he felt confident he could at least fight to a draw, and perhaps even win. However, if he forced the opponent into self-detonation, the resulting destructive power could obliterate the thousand-plus Ghost God experts he had brought!
That was why he had called for an ally—two working together to suppress the enemy, striving to kill him before he could self-detonate!
Not long after, a whooshing sound came from the east. A figure clad in golden armor appeared, holding a jet-black battle saber. His brown hair whipped wildly, and endless killing intent simmered in his eyes, as if he were a man who had just crawled out of a sea of blood!
Ye Chen glanced over, his gaze tightening slightly. This golden-armored man’s aura was even more imposing than the beast-skin man’s, steady as a great mountain, inspiring immediate dread.
“Mmm, very good…” Kaba licked his lips, his smile rich and warm. “But just the two of you? That’s still a bit lacking. Call a few more over.”
“Hmph!” The golden-armored man charged forward, his expression icy. “Dealing with you, I alone am sufficient!” He rushed towards Kaba, holding his battle saber level.
“Is that so?” Kaba smiled faintly, and a streak of cold lightning flashed across his eyes. His hand shot out like a dragon-grabbing claw, batting the descending battle saber aside. Simultaneously, he took a step forward and drove his right fist out directly.
Boom—
The surrounding air seemed to let out a low whistle.
The golden-armored man’s expression changed drastically. He hurriedly pulled back his weapon to block in front of him, taking the punch head-on. Instantly, he felt a surging, immense force transmitted through the battle saber, causing the flesh between his thumb and forefinger to tremble violently, threatening to burst. He was deeply startled.
“Move out!”
Ye Chen knew the time had come and roared the command. His figure darted toward the enemy like a spiraling hurricane, enveloped in a dense white light as the Saint Flame Armor materialized, accentuating his imposing stature. Gripping the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, ten thousand feet of brilliant light erupted from it, dazzling and blinding.
“Kill!”
“Annihilate them!”
“Hmph, just two of you dare to be so arrogant!”
The thousand-plus Ghost God realm experts behind the beast-skin man sneered and charged forward. Having survived long in the Ancient World, slaughter was ingrained in their bones.
Ye Chen’s expression grew solemn. He pointed a finger, and the dense Ghost Qi within him surged out, slowly condensing into a faint, ghostly flame that seemed to burn from the Nine Hells, causing the surrounding air to subtly oscillate. A magnificent palace rose from the White Crystal Plaza, imposing and grand.
“Nine Palaces!”
“Guardians!”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three Nine Palace Guardians, wielding black flames on their tridents and possessing dragon heads and serpentine bodies, slowly materialized around the majestic Nine Palaces. Their eyes burned with savagery, and they swung their black tridents toward the opposing horde.
“Charge!”
The two sides clashed. Ye Chen and the Purple Cloud Island Master were quickly enveloped.
If these thousand-plus Ghost God experts detonated simultaneously, it would be enough to kill Ye Chen and Bailong and the others nearby. But no one was willing to sacrifice themselves.
Thus, the battle began fiercely from the outset.
“Take this saber strike!” A man wreathed in dark Ghost Qi, his expression ferocious, lunged at Ye Chen. Extremely potent Ghost Qi was condensed onto the saber hilt, forming a spiral that seemed to contain nine coils at the blade tip—a sight that suggested incredible destructive power.
Ye Chen’s expression was cold, his gaze like electricity. He thrust his Divine Sword forward flatly, layering it with the Meteorite Profound Art, doubling its power!
Boom!
The battle saber struck the Saint Flame Divine Armor, unleashing violent energy that formed nine spirals attempting to bore into the armor. However, as these nine streams of Ghost Qi struck, they were immediately incinerated and tempered by the white divine flames radiating from the Saint Flame Armor.
Ninety percent of the power was stripped away!
Bang!
The remaining Ghost Qi pierced into Ye Chen’s body, amounting to only about 500 points, which were swiftly annihilated by the Ghost Qi already within him! At that moment, the Xuanyuan Divine Sword landed on the man, slicing through his armor like tofu, cleaving his entire body in two!
The strike, imbued with Ye Chen’s 500 Ghost Qi, was amplified ninefold by the sword to 4500 points, and then doubled again by the Meteorite Profound Art to a direct power of 9000 Ghost Qi. Coupled with the Divine Sword’s inherent 5000 points of Ghost Qi, this single blow was sufficient to deal with an expert possessing 14,000 points of Ghost Qi!
“What—” The man’s face was filled with astonishment.
Poof!
The sword light flashed, and his figure dissolved.
Killed in one strike!
Based on the preceding attack, Ye Chen could estimate this man was at least an eighth-tier Ghost God, with a minimum of 12,800 Ghost Qi. Unfortunately, the battle saber in his hand was merely a low-grade Ghost Treasure, only amplifying the attack once. Furthermore, his armor was also just an ordinary low-grade Ghost Treasure; it was destroyed before it could even activate its weakening effect.
Ye Chen’s eyes were cold. He snatched the fragmented Ghost Qi lingering in the air after the man’s demise and drew it into his body. With a slight refinement through his devouring power, it transformed into pure Ghost Force, flowing through his meridians and increasing his Ghost Qi by 2000 points!
A sharp light ignited in Ye Chen’s eyes. Looking at the remaining Ghost God experts, a hint of crimson bloomed in his pupils. That deeply hidden, frenzied desire for slaughter slowly surged forth!
Whoosh!
With a flick of his sleeve, he collected the fallen low-grade Ghost Treasure battle saber and casually tossed it down below. Since arriving in the Ancient World, the pressure from the surrounding environment had sealed his Rune Space and Fire Civilization Space. They required the reinforcing power of a Boundary Suppressing Stone to open, but those stones were exceedingly rare and expensive.
“Kill!” Ye Chen turned around, hefting the battle saber, and charged into the crowd like a primordial beast.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, more than a dozen concentrated blasts of Ghost Qi slammed towards Ye Chen. These dozens of figures attacked in unison, their Ghost Qi spreading in waves. If they weren't reluctant to over-expend their Ghost Qi, Ye Chen and the Purple Cloud Island Master would have already been slain.
Weaken!
Weaken!
The dozen beams of Ghost Qi, carrying the might of crushing mountains, battered Ye Chen like angry waves. After the Saint Flame Armor reduced their power by ninety percent, the remaining force was still terrifying, amounting to about 5,000 points of Ghost Qi!
Remember, Ye Chen’s total Ghost Qi was only a little over 4,000 points (including the 2,000 points absorbed earlier, minus what had been consumed).
Stellar Profound Art!
Ye Chen subtly shifted his body, deflecting the majority of the Ghost Qi. Even with the power halved, he was still forced back seven or eight steps before slowly coming to a halt.
“A loss of 2,500 Ghost Qi!” Ye Chen’s eyes turned frigid. Staring at those dozen figures, he suddenly raised a hand and pointed. One of the three Nine Palace Guardians assisting the Purple Cloud Island Master nearby suddenly broke free from the throng, dragging its scarred and weary body, and rushed toward this spot.
Hundreds of Ghost God experts along the way waved their hands, unleashing attacks that slammed into the Guardian, causing its Ghost Qi to churn violently and its body to crack and bleed.
“Explode!”
Ye Chen gritted his teeth and gave the order without hesitation.
Boom!!
The body of the Nine Palace Guardian trembled, then violently burst apart. A terrifying shockwave swept outward in all directions, engulfing dozens of nearby first and second-tier Ghost God experts who failed to retreat in time, blasting them into ash!
Ye Chen moved instantly, surging forward. His palm clawed out, his Devouring Power erupting, seizing the sky itself in his grasp. The intense suction drew the Ghost Qi in like a frenzy, channeling it into his body. In an instant, four to five thousand points of Ghost Qi coalesced!
Whoosh!
Ye Chen’s meridians expanded. Combined with the original 2,000 points of Ghost Qi, he swiftly reached the seventh level of the Ghost God realm! With his meridians enlarged, his control and use of Ghost Qi became even more fluid.
“Explode!”
“Explode!”
Ye Chen pointed his fingers again. The other two Nine Palace Guardians, on the verge of being overwhelmed and destroyed by the combined efforts of the enemy, lunged deep into the enemy ranks, away from the Purple Cloud Island Master, and initiated their self-destruction!
Bang! Bang!
The explosions sounded like peals of thunder, causing the entire sky to tremble slightly. Two destructive shockwaves swept outward, and many Ghost God experts who couldn't evade in time were caught within.
“Ah—”
“Bastard!!!”
Screams of agony and enraged shouts rose up. Ye Chen charged straight into that area. His hands grasped, and his Devouring Power surged out. He had no fear that others would steal this fragmented Ghost Qi, because refining Ghost Qi required a significant amount of time; even if others collected it, they would need a long time to process it.
Streams of fractured Ghost Qi were refined into pure essence, pouring into his body. Ye Chen’s Ghost Qi rapidly surged back, recovering to around 5,000 points once more.
A sharp, electric light shone in Ye Chen’s eyes. He pointed a finger, and the Ghost Qi within the towering palace churned, as if legions of demons were dancing wildly. It re-condensed into three Nine Palace Guardians. However, these three Guardians, whether in aura or in sheer size, were far beyond comparison to the three produced just before!
Each one held over ten thousand points of Ghost Power!