Facing the majestic warship, imbued with the immense might of heaven and earth, Ye Chen’s expression grew desolate as he stared into the dazzling white light. Slowly, he spread his arms wide.

Confronting this vessel, capable of tearing apart a Lower Pseudo-God Realm master, he stood like a minuscule ant, yet possessed an aura of immovable resolve, standing proudly in the sky. “Stop!” Ye Chen commanded, his voice low.

The instant the three warships sped toward him, they abruptly halted. From the lead vessel, a towering figure emerged slowly, gazing down upon Ye Chen from above.

“Hand over the secret manual!” The majestic Middle Eastern man’s expression was ice-cold. “Spare your life!” From a distance, Kaba roared, “Don’t give it to him!” Ye Chen remained impassive.

Illuminated by the eerie white light beneath the warship and the blood moon hanging in the sky, his face was a mask of silence. He slowly lifted his head, gazing up at the towering man.

Deep within his eyes, a hint of distraction surfaced—a memory of that faint, ethereal orchid fragrance swirling near him. What is the most heart-wrenching moment for a person?

Is it the separation from a beloved in life or death? Is it the shattering of beautiful memories like an illusion?

That figure, clear and refined, seemed suddenly impossibly far away, distant to the point of being unreachable, as if standing in two separate worlds, impossible to touch. He slightly pressed his lips together, clenched his fist, and his eyes regained a cold, firm resolve.

Staring at the towering man, he said with chilling coldness, “I agree to your terms!” The majestic man’s expression was indifferent. “You know what’s good for you.

I’ll leave you an intact corpse!” Ye Chen spoke in a low voice, “I have one request!” The majestic man raised an eyebrow, a trace of impatience in his demeanor. “You want me to spare you?

Fine, I agree. Hurry up and hand over the manual.

I don’t have all day to waste talking nonsense with you!” Ye Chen stated quietly, “Release him!” He raised a hand and pointed toward Kaba in the distance. Kaba was utterly stunned, never expecting Ye Chen to make such a demand.

He stared blankly at the figure, small as an ant before the towering warship... The majestic man glanced at Kaba, frowned slightly, and after a moment, seemed to recall something, nodding slowly.

“I agree to that!” Ye Chen fixed him with a look but said no more. He turned back to Kaba and said, “Hurry and escape!” Kaba paused, looking at the blurred figure beneath the eerie blood moon.

He bit his lip slightly, then spun around and charged into the distance, unleashing the fastest speed he possessed! “Bastard!!!” Kaba raged inwardly.

“I will definitely avenge you!!! I swear it!!!” Watching Kaba flee, the majestic man frowned but said nothing more.

He looked down at Ye Chen. “Hand over your secret manual.

Don’t try to self-destruct. Even if you die, I will collect your brainwaves and deliver them to the Sect Master of the Scarlet Ruin Gate.

As a Godly expert, he can fully reconstruct your brainwaves and extract the manual from your soul!” “Therefore, everything you do is useless!” His expression was cold. “You had better hand it over voluntarily.

I can guarantee you an intact corpse, ensuring that after you die, your body won’t be gnawed on and defiled.” Ye Chen watched him silently and slowly raised his hand. Blinding, dense golden light surged out from within his [body], concentrating at his fingertip, transforming into a thread of scorching, piercing golden radiance that illuminated Ye Chen’s cheek, seeming to reflect in his eyes like two cold, frenzied, blazing fires.

“Hmph!” The majestic man glanced over and scoffed. “You court death!” From the other three spacecraft, three figures rushed out—two men and one woman.

The woman was a Middle Pseudo-God expert, bearing the red cloud embroidery of the Scarlet Ruin Gate on her chest. She appeared like a woman from the Celestial Civilization, enveloped in an aura of sanctity, like an immortal untouched by the mortal world.

The two men accompanying her—one burly, the other handsome and refined—positioned themselves beside the majestic middle-aged man, looking down to rebuke Ye Chen. The moment Ye Chen saw the woman from the Celestial Civilization, his body suddenly shuddered.

His eyes flashed with intense light, like a dying flame suddenly erupting with its brightest intensity. He stared fixedly at this woman, completely overlooking even the majestic man and the three Pseudo-God Realm experts beside him.

She looked so alike! In Ye Chen’s eyes, this woman resembled Bai Yijun immensely; both were cold as frost and exquisitely refined.

However, Bai Yijun appeared brighter, peerlessly beautiful, and devastatingly attractive. But at this moment, perhaps because Ye Chen’s senses were clouded, or perhaps due to overwhelming longing, he mistook this woman for the figure etched into his heart.

And now, this figure too was looking down upon him condescendingly... He shook his head, his eyes blazing with sharp focus.

Looking at the two men beside the majestic man, he sneered, “Do you dare fight me one-on-one?” The two men looked down at Ye Chen with frigid gazes, as if regarding a lowly ant. Faced with Ye Chen’s words, the handsome youth sneered, “A mere Half-God Realm martial artist dares to be so arrogant toward us?

If it weren’t for the powerful secret manual on you, crushing you would be as easy as crushing an ant!” Ye Chen stared straight at him, then suddenly burst into wild laughter, his domineering aura erupting, filled with soaring battle intent. “Since that is the case, let’s fight first!

I’ll show you how an ant slaughters a divine dragon!!” His Divine Flame Battle Set enveloped him in golden light, his long, black hair whipped wildly backward, his eyes cold and merciless, filled with surging battle intent. He faced the handsome youth without fear or hesitation, his body standing straight and firm, like an arrogant, peerless demon god!

The handsome youth frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He said chillingly, “You court death, thing!

An ant must know its place!” He took a step forward, charging out from the intergalactic warship, looking down upon Ye Chen. “Since you seek death, I shall grant your wish!” On the starship, the majestic man frowned.

“Be careful, don’t underestimate him; this brat has a trick up his sleeve!” The handsome youth’s eyebrow twitched; he was inwardly displeased, but out of deference to the majestic man’s strength, he nodded slightly. “I know.” In this moment between life and death, Ye Chen seemed to have cast aside all burdens.

He looked at the handsome youth, a look of disdain curving his lips. “If you can’t win later, just shout ‘Grandpa Ye’ three times, and I’ll let you go!” Arrogant, domineering!

At this critical juncture, Ye Chen seemed ready to sacrifice everything, his temperament radically shifting, tinged with arrogance and fearlessness. Hearing this, the handsome youth was momentarily stunned, then his eyes flashed with chilling light, his face turning ashen.

“Insolent!!” The Pseudo-God power within his [body] surged violently, condensing onto his palm. With a massive boom, he slapped forward, and a scorching golden palm print materialized between heaven and earth, compressing the surrounding air as it carried destructive pressure toward Ye Chen.

Ye Chen’s expression was cold, his long black hair dancing wildly like a peerless God of War. He took a sudden step forward, the light on his fingertip roaringly increasing, like a ray of aurora piercing through eons, shooting out violently.

Bang! Wherever this golden light passed, the air was scored with black streaks, and waves of distorted ripples seemed to recoil.

The golden palm print shuddered upon impact with the golden light, followed by a series of “crackling” sounds as fine cracks spiderwebbed across it. The entire palm print violently collapsed and disintegrated.

The golden light, like a dazzling scorching sun, shot straight toward the handsome youth. The handsome youth’s pupils constricted.

He watched the thread of golden light in disbelief, never having dreamed that a Half-God Realm martial artist could unleash such a terrifying killing move! He swiftly retreated, then activated the armor on his body, releasing all the Pseudo-God power within him.

He condensed it into a delicate shield, about the size of a palm, and sent it to meet the golden light. Bang!

The power of Divine Blood trembled slightly. Two thin but bright golden lights collided in the night sky, becoming the only illumination in the world.

The next instant, the golden shield slowly retreated inch by inch, until it suddenly burst apart with a Peng sound, shattering into countless fine fragments that scattered before the shocked eyes of the handsome youth. Subsequently, the Divine Blood power struck heavily against the armor on his chest, like a sharp knife piercing fiercely.

However, after being weakened and blocked by layers, the impact of the Divine Blood power was greatly reduced. Though the youth exerted all his strength, he still could not penetrate the solid armor, and the impact dissipated.

Pfft! Ye Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

He staggered back two steps. He slowly raised his head, staring at the handsome youth, wiping the blood from his mouth.

He fixed his gaze on his opponent, then suddenly burst into loud laughter, his voice tragic and desolate, carrying a note of wild, bleak sorrow. He gritted his teeth, took a determined stride, and pointed his finger.

Brilliant golden light emerged from within his [body], carrying a sharp, chilling radiance—so exquisitely beautiful, yet tinged with desolation, madness, and tragedy. A thousand years of life condensed onto his fingertip, and with a flick of his finger, it flew out, shooting fiercely toward the handsome youth.

The handsome youth stared at the rapidly approaching golden light in his eyes, a look of horror on his face. He hadn't expected Ye Chen to launch such a terrifying attack twice in succession.

He frantically retreated, his heart in turmoil. He waved his hands repeatedly, pulling out Pseudo-God Stones one after another, crushing them to condense shields before him.

Swish, swoosh! Defensive talismans of the Pseudo-God Realm floated out from his sleeves, rushing to meet the dazzling golden light.

Ye Chen grinned sinisterly, exerting force with his finger. The Half-God power within him surged out, condensing into three streams of golden light, which collided with these Pseudo-God Realm talismans.

Like a humble yet unyielding ant attempting to shake a colossal stone door. Boom, boom, boom...

Streams of divine power light exploded. The Pseudo-God Realm defensive talismans remained completely unharmed, not wavering in the slightest.

Only the single, dazzling ray of golden light advanced like a hot knife through butter, tearing apart the defensive talismans in its path, ripping them apart like a long bolt of cloth violently torn asunder. Seeing this, the majestic man couldn't help but frown.

He took a step forward, positioning himself in front of the handsome youth. This man was an Elder of his Wind Moon family; his demise would represent a significant loss to the family!