As the man in the azure robe fell, Ye Chen stepped forward, arriving before the corpse. With a raised hand, he grasped, the True Dragon Art circulating within his body, pulling with intense force down upon the dead man’s head, refining the energy from the Demigod Blood within his frame and integrating it into himself.
The others nearby were all seasoned veterans. Seeing Ye Chen openly slay a Demigod and then proceed to refine the body, their hearts churned with mingled shock and fury. They roared in anger, brandishing their weapons and unleashing divine power, bombarding Ye Chen.
Two dozen beams of divine power intertwined, slamming in from all directions. Among these attacks were strikes from one or two high-tier Demigod experts!
“Divine Flame Set!” Ye Chen’s eyes swept over the crowd with cold indifference. He was instantly enveloped by coiling, serpentine golden divine flames, his long black hair whipping backward. Yet, his hands did not pause; the ferocious, pulling force surged more violently. In a mere moment, the azure-robed man’s corpse shriveled, the skin wrinkling, the hair fading to white—the entire figure looked as if it had been completely drained, leaving nothing but skin and bone.
Boom boom boom!
Countless rays of light shot forward, enveloping Ye Chen completely, erupting in a blinding wave of impact.
Everyone halted at the perimeter of the explosion, gripping their divine weapons, staring intently. As the blinding light slowly dissipated like a faint breeze, a dark shadow gradually emerged within it, appearing somewhat ethereal amidst the haze of the blast.
Seeing this dark figure, the crowd gasped in astonishment, finding it hard to believe. Facing the combined assault of over twenty Demigod powerhouses, how could a mere Ghost God Realm youngster manage to resist it?
In that profound silence, from within the mist, a single foot slowly stepped out. Savage killing intent swept across the field like a hurricane, sharp and cold, sounding in their hearts like the roll of war drums: “Die!”
As this single word fell, from within the thin white mist, a hand slowly lifted. Dazzling, piercing golden light gathered at the fingertips, then shot out like a laser!
Bang bang bang bang!
This golden light twisted slightly, like a man-devouring beast. Wherever it passed, nothing could stand in its way. Everyone watched in abject terror as the golden light expanded in their pupils, yet they had no time to evade.
Whoosh!
Ye Chen took a step forward, the ghostly aura within him extending down his arms, transforming into a dozen shadowy black light-bands that dragged the bodies of these individuals toward him. He pressed both hands onto their heads, his palms acting as vortices, drawing the Demigod Blood from their frames into his own body, refining it into pure energy.
As Ye Chen refined the essence, the bodies of these men and women deflated like balloons, instantly aging hundreds of years—their hair turned white, their bodies withered, reduced to skin and bone.
Even the female Demigod experts were not spared this fate. After their foreheads were pierced by the golden light, their bodies were seized by Ye Chen and held down. Under the refinement of the True Dragon Art, the Demigod Blood within them was crazily extracted, instantly transforming a blossoming young woman into a white-haired old crone.
“Level 1000, Level 2000, Level 3000…”
Ye Chen felt as if a powerful surge of energy had been injected into his frame. Waves of faint cracking sounds echoed as numerous acupoints within his body, previously undetected by the spiritual civilization scans, were violently forced open.
At Level 100 body constitution, the eight extraordinary meridians were all open, granting mastery over kinetic force. The human body remains the most mysterious of all things. The science of the Dinosaur Civilization, pushed to its zenith, involved profound research into the physical form. This True Dragon Art, even if practiced by an ordinary person in a peaceful era on Earth, supplemented by herbs like ginseng and poria, could still open the internal meridians and enhance the physique.
As one Demigod powerhouse after another was drained, Ye Chen’s constitution skyrocketed from over 60,000 to over 80,000! Initially, slaying an early-stage Demigod could boost his strength by 1000 levels, but later on, it required a mid-stage Demigod to achieve the same 1000-level increase.
At this crucial juncture of life and death, Ye Chen suddenly realized why the incredibly marvelous True Dragon Art was not excessively expensive: because even if one learned it, very few people could afford the upkeep!
On this interstellar warship, besides numerous Ghost God Realm soldiers and the descending Demigods, there were only servants tasked with cleaning and maintenance, kept hidden in the lower decks during combat, afraid to venture out.
After Ye Chen had cleared out this interstellar warship, the sounds of explosions suddenly rang out from above. The protective shield shattered, and the figures of Zhu Feng and Yue Ying appeared, their faces chilling as they pursued him.
Ye Chen frowned, swiftly retreating and plunging toward the major hatches inside the warship. Along the way, any Ghost God Realm expert he encountered was dispatched with a single slap.
Within Ye Chen’s rune space, there were tens of thousands of top-grade Ghost Stones, each worth 50,000 points of Ghost Qi—enough for him to indulge freely, always maintaining his body at peak condition, allowing him to instantly kill any other Ghost God Realm opponent.
Pfft! Pfft!
Zhu Feng and Yue Ying blasted open the hatches, pressing the pursuit, the cold glint in their eyes intensifying. Throughout this chase, they grew increasingly alarmed. They hadn't expected that so many Demigods and Ghost God soldiers aboard this Demigod-class interstellar warship would fail to stop Ye Chen!
A Ghost God Realm killing a Demigod was already an incredible feat, let alone one person slaughtering over twenty Demigod experts?
“This brat must possess some powerful treasure, or perhaps a top-tier secret manual. His potential is immense; he absolutely cannot be allowed to live. If he advances to the Pseudo-God Realm later, we might not be able to defeat him!”
“We must kill him!”
Zhu Feng and Yue Ying harbored the absolute intent to kill Ye Chen. Since they had already offended him, they might as well take the feud to the bitter end!
Sensing the relentless killing intent pursuing him, Ye Chen’s brow furrowed. He charged straight through the ship’s interior compartments. Before long, he arrived before a platinum door. He struck it once, but the massive door remained unmoved; this was surely a highly classified area.
Ye Chen did not waste time here. Looking around, he spotted a bulletproof glass window to his left. The bulletproof glass here was far superior to anything on Earth; it could easily withstand cannon fire, and ordinary Ghost God Realm experts couldn't break it.
Ye Chen tapped his finger, unleashing 0.1% of his Demigod Blood power, which drilled a small pinhole into the glass. His body shifted, transforming into a stream of golden light that flowed through the hole before reforming his body. With a push of his foot, he shot toward another interstellar warship not far away.
This second warship immediately scanned Ye Chen, setting off alarms. Cannons outside the hull began to move, aiming at him.
“Countdown…”
“Fire!”
More than a dozen white laser beams erupted, showering down upon Ye Chen.
“Break, break, break!” Cold light flashed in Ye Chen’s eyes. He tapped his fingers repeatedly. The million units of Ghost Qi within him condensed into a dozen streams, transforming into black dragons that charged out to meet the white beams.
He did not retreat an inch, rushing toward a spot where the shockwave was weaker. Protected by the Divine Flame Set, he could even ignore the attacks of high-tier Demigods. He sliced through the laser bombardment and reached the front of the second warship.
“Break!” Ye Chen’s expression was icy. He pointed a finger, and a piercing, malevolent golden light pierced the warship’s protective shield. Immediately, Ye Chen’s entire form transformed into a golden tornado, rushing into the vessel.
On the deck of this warship, several thousand soldiers were gathered, centered around seventy or eighty Demigod squad leaders.
“Insolent!”
“Court death!”
“Kill him!”
Everyone was furious at Ye Chen’s audacious move to charge directly into the warship’s interior. The instant Ye Chen entered, thousands of Ghost Qi attacks slammed toward him.
Ye Chen surveyed the scene with cold indifference, not even sparing a glance for the thousands of Ghost Qi strikes. If he could ignore the attacks of high-tier Demigods, what were these mere Ghost Qi assaults?
He tapped his foot, pouring Ghost Qi from his body into his soles.
“Nine Palace Manual!”
Rumble rumble!
The interstellar warship shuddered slightly as a massive, imposing palace erupted from the deck, burning with flames. The eerie, blood-red firelight illuminated Ye Chen’s face, as if mirroring the blazing inferno in his eyes.
“Nine Palace Guardians!”
Ye Chen gestured upward. The Nine Palace trembled faintly, and then three towering Nine Palace Guardians materialized from thin air, encircling the palace and coldly looking down at everyone present.
“Explode!”
“Explode!”
With a flicker of Ye Chen’s will, two of the Nine Palace Guardians charged forward and detonated. A violent shockwave rolled out like a raging ocean tide, engulfing everyone. Only the Demigod experts, relying on the faint golden Demigod power protecting their bodies, managed to resist the blast wave, which carried the force of 20 million Ghost Qi!
As for the rest of the Ghost God experts, they let out a tragic cry before their bodies turned to ash, completely consumed.
“Die!” Ye Chen’s eyes were cold and merciless. He pointed a finger, and the Demigod Blood power within him shot out like a vicious beast, charging toward the seventy or eighty Demigod experts. Wherever it passed, everyone felt the terrifying threat of death but could only watch helplessly as the eerie golden light expanded in their pupils…
Thwack, thwack, sigh…
…
Demigod experts fell one after another, plummeting from the sky like raindrops, their corpses piling up like mountains.
Ye Chen knew time was critical. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He grasped with his hands, and numerous black light-bands emerged from his arms, pulling the corpses of the Demigod experts toward him.
“Devour!”
“Devour!”
Ye Chen appeared like an unmatched Demon Emperor, his black hair whipping wildly, his expression brutally cold. He pressed both hands onto the heads of the corpses, and streams of Demigod Blood flowed through his palms into his body, refined into pure energy, causing his constitution to surge rapidly.
Just then, Zhu Feng and Yue Ying burst through the protective shield of the second warship and rushed in. They immediately witnessed that in the blink of an eye, Ye Chen had managed to kill all the Ghost God soldiers and Demigod experts in the entire vessel. It had only been a few blinks of time, yet such devastation had occurred!
Fury erupted in Zhu Feng’s heart. “What an arrogant ant! Die for me!” He struck out with a palm, surging Pseudo-God power surging forth, condensing into a massive golden palm print that thundered down toward Ye Chen’s head.