The interstellar warships finally moored, and in the sky behind them, the mist parted, revealing a dazzling, brilliant golden light that erupted from behind the clouds, illuminating the entire Thunder Square.
Behind this golden radiance, a starship, entirely cast in brilliant gold and six kilometers long, drifted slowly forward. Its surface was etched with numerous runes, and around its hull spun empty conduits inscribed with divine, mysterious symbols and grand epic poems.
“A Mid-tier Pseudo-God vessel!” Zhuo Yue’s gaze sharpened upon seeing the ship, and then her eyes caught a banner fluttering above it, embroidered with a swirling azure vortex.
“The Fengyue Family has arrived too?” A sharp glint flashed in Zhuo Yue’s eyes, accompanied by a trace of a chilling smirk.
Ye Chen stood towering above the Spiritual Civilization, his figure imposing, gazing up at the sky with a somber expression. He saw that the azure expanse was already host to over a hundred interstellar warships. Each vessel was of the Demigod level, manned by countless Ghost Gods and Demigod experts!
Especially the Pseudo-God class flagship at the center—it most likely carried a Pseudo-God realm powerhouse!
“They actually tracked us down here,” Cold light flickered in Ye Chen’s eyes as his brow furrowed slowly. “Relying solely on Kaba, I wonder if he can hold off three Pseudo-God realm experts. Even if he can stall them, the remaining Demigod experts on the hundred warships number in the thousands. I’ll need to keep a low profile, even relying on the Divine Flame Set.”
As Ye Chen’s thoughts raced, the Pseudo-God vessel settled into place. Its hatch hissed open, and a large contingent of figures slowly emerged, stepping onto the void as if walking on solid ground. They lined up in two respectful rows, saluting with raised hands.
These were all Demigod realm experts. Under their deferential escort, a leather boot emerged slowly from the dark aperture of the hatch, planting itself upon the void like a stone dropped onto a still lake, causing an inexplicable tremor of fear among everyone on Thunder Square.
The owner of the boot stepped out: a towering man, his brows sharp as blades, his temples thick with hair, featuring deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and single eyelids, projecting an aura of cold ruthlessness.
A white cloak billowed behind his shoulders, embroidered with a large character: “Feng.” The moment Kaba saw this figure, his expression drastically changed. “A Mid-tier Pseudo-God expert!”
The imposing man seemed to sense something, turning his gaze towards Ye Chen’s position. His eyes swept over Zhuo Yue and the other woman briefly, accompanied by a slight frown, before finally locking onto Kaba and Ye Chen, who was standing not far away.
His eyes snapped into focus, staring directly at Ye Chen. The entire world seemed to hold its breath. A bone-chilling killing intent radiated from him. He took a single step, flashing forward a few times, arriving beside Zhuo Feng and the other figure, yet he did not stop, continuing his charge toward Ye Chen.
Kaba gritted his teeth and suddenly lunged sideways, blocking the towering man’s path. His eyes blazing, he shouted coldly, “If you want to hurt him, you’ll have to defeat me first!”
The imposing man spared Kaba a cold glance and sneered, “Scram!”
Kaba’s face flushed momentarily, then he let out a cold laugh. “Mid-tier Pseudo-God, is it? I haven't avoided a fight before. Come, let’s see what you’re truly capable of!” With that, he took a step forward, channeling all his Pseudo-God Power into his fist, launching a strike toward the imposing man.
A cold light flashed in the imposing man’s eyes. “Courting death!” He clenched a hand, and a vast, pure Pseudo-God Power surged from within him, condensing into the shape of a golden wolf head that lunged to tear at Kaba.
Kaba’s expression flickered. Gritting his teeth, he shifted his form mid-air, circulating his Pseudo-God Power around his body until he became as light as the wind, his movements drastically more agile.
If my other two Pseudo-God puppets had recovered, having all three fight him would at least ensure a draw, even if not a kill! Kaba thought with vexation, altering his combat plan to focus on stalling the imposing man.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Kaba’s entire body dissolved into countless afterimages, surrounding the imposing man. His mocking laughter drilled into the man’s ears like a curse from all directions: “Mid-tier Pseudo-God expert, nothing more than that!”
The imposing man frowned and lunged toward the left. Kaba followed like a shadow, keeping close, ensuring his target could not escape his sphere of influence.
Seeing the imposing man caught by Kaba and unable to break free easily, Zhuo Feng and Yue Ying exchanged surprised glances. They hadn't expected Kaba to possess such capability.
“The Fengyue Family actually dispatched their Third Master. Feng Tianmen is exceptionally powerful and notoriously volatile. Countless Demigod experts have died by his hand, even two or three Pseudo-God experts have fallen to him.”
“And that young master of the Feng family who died—he was apparently his nephew.”
“No wonder.”
The two murmured their understanding, then turned to look at Ye Chen nearby, a cold smile playing on their lips as they surged toward him.
Ye Chen watched Kaba engaged with the imposing man, his brow tight. Suddenly sensing two waves of danger approaching, he quickly turned his head, his face darkening. His thoughts spun rapidly, and he fixed his gaze on the fleet of warships that had arrived with the imposing man high above, instantly charging toward them.
“Futile struggle!” Zhuo Yue sneered upon seeing Ye Chen’s movement and gave chase.
At this moment, as Ye Chen approached, the array of moored warships roared to life. Numerous cannon barrels, each about the size of a football, extended from their hulls, all targeting Ye Chen.
“All ships prepare, lock onto the target!”
“Annihilate on command!”
“Firing sequence countdown…”
Commands crackled from the loudspeakers of the various warships. Inside the central command room, screens flashed with light, locking Ye Chen’s image, ensuring the sights were aimed squarely at his head, regardless of maneuver.
Sensing the activation of the warships, the cold light in Ye Chen’s eyes intensified. “I must leave this area. If a battle breaks out here, the cities of the Spiritual Civilization will be destroyed!”
Instead of retreating, he charged straight toward them.
“Fire!”
Countless Demigod laser cannons erupted from the warships, crisscrossing to form a dazzling, blinding tapestry, like a meteor shower screaming across the heavens, all hammering down on Ye Chen.
In his vision, the azure sky was filled with streaks of white light, carrying the pressure of absolute destruction as they struck.
Ye Chen’s gaze flickered. His figure blurred as he superimposed the Profound Meaning of Meteors, doubling his speed and causing the targeting systems of the incoming fire to instantly lose lock.
The million units of Ghost Qi within Ye Chen boiled and burned, propelling his body forward at an accelerated pace. He weaved around the massive barrage of lasers, plunging toward the warships on the left flank. The occasional laser beam that snuck through was effortlessly blocked by the Divine Flame Set, inflicting no significant damage.
Soon, Ye Chen arrived above the first warship. Through its energy shield, he could see numerous figures standing on the deck below, all watching him with cold smiles.
A sharp glint flashed in Ye Chen’s eyes. He condensed 0.1% of his Divine Blood Power onto his fingertip, forming a single point of golden light, and directed it toward the ship’s protective shield.
Bang!
The golden light shot out like a laser, slicing through the shield as easily as a knife through tofu, punching a hole through it.
No time to waste! A sharp light erupted in Ye Chen’s eyes. He took a step, and his entire body transformed into countless wisps of Ghost Qi, pouring through the finger-sized aperture.
In Ghost God Mode, the body could shift into various forms. “Die!” The moment Ye Chen burst through the warship’s shield, his eyes radiated intense coldness. He tapped his finger, and the surging Ghost Qi poured out, flowing down through his soles.
“Nine Palaces!”
The entire starship shuddered slightly as a majestic palace structure erupted from within, entirely wreathed in flames, emitting wisps of destructive aura.
Ye Chen stood above the Nine Palaces, looking down on everyone. With a thought, three Nine Palace Guardians materialized, gripping their Demon Flame Black Forks and staring mercilessly at the figures inside the warship.
“Arrogant fool!”
From the crowd on the warship’s deck, a slender man clad in long green robes stepped forward, looking down at Ye Chen coldly. “A mere commoner of the Ghost God realm dares to boast here? You seek death!”
Ye Chen spared him a glance, raised a hand, and tapped out. “Explode!”
One of the Nine Palace Guardians strode forward. As it moved, it was immediately struck by hundreds of Ghost Qi attacks. However, these attacks had little effect, landing on it like mire, only causing faint ripples.
Boom!
The Nine Palace Guardian suddenly swelled and then detonated at the densest point of the crowd.
Those nearby were shocked. They hadn't expected this monster formed of Ghost Qi to possess the ability to self-destruct. If so, wouldn't its combat power be amplified tenfold?
The realization brought not just shock, but a surge of fanaticism.
As the explosion sounded, a violent shockwave swept outward. Every Ghost God martial artist caught within the ripple cried out in pain as they were instantly obliterated.
With the destructive power of this Nine Palace Guardian, its explosion unleashed ten million units of Ghost Qi. Even peak Ghost God experts only possessed 100,000 units of Ghost Qi and could not resist such power. Only some Demigod experts, relying on the Divine Power within their bodies to resist, managed to escape unharmed.
As the blinding light slowly receded like a tide, the crowd on the deck had vanished for the most part. The thousands of people had dwindled to only a few dozen figures—all possessing Demigod cultivation.
“Bastard!”
“How is this possible!”
“What kind of secret manual is this? The amplification is terrifying!”
All the Demigod experts stared at the suddenly empty deck in shock. While any one of them could instantly kill thousands of Ghost God experts, the feat just accomplished was done by a mere Ghost God realm martial artist!
“What a terrifying secret manual!”
“This person must possess a million Ghost Qi! He’s a Ghost God Invincible expert!”
“Kid, hand over your secret manual, and I might spare your life!”
All eyes fixed on Ye Chen, shining with fervent light.
“Secret manual?” Ye Chen’s brow twitched slightly. He condensed 0.1% of his Divine Blood Power onto his fingertip, transforming it into a dazzling golden light, and flicked it out. “Die!”
Swoosh!
The golden light streaked like lightning toward the man in the green robe.
“What!” The green-robed man’s expression shifted. In his vision, there was only this dazzling golden light bearing down on him. Although the Divine Power fluctuation was not strong, it contained an aura of the universe, of supreme authority.
An unprecedented danger surged from the depths of his heart. The green-robed man, greatly alarmed, hastily raised his hand to defend, channeling all his Demigod Power into a golden shield to protect himself.
Pfft!
The golden light struck like a bullet, piercing the divine power shield without any resistance, punching a bloody hole through the green-robed man’s forehead.
Fallen!