A Martial Saint against two Grandmasters and ten Masters was scarcely more than a one-sided slaughter.

The sword-light illuminated the entire sky once more, and Ye Jingyu had already bolted several hundred meters, arriving just as Liang Xiaoke pounced on Adams, tearing the pair of golden wings from his back.

“Damn it, I’ve been chasing you for ages, how could I let you escape?” Liang Xiaoke planted a heavy foot on Adams’s back, stating his victory with blatant arrogance.

“You… what do you intend to do?” Fear laced Adams’s voice.

“What do I intend? To devour your Core, of course!” As Liang Xiaoke spoke, his right hand morphed into a set of razor-sharp claws, aiming straight for Adams’s heart.

“You think you can consume my Core to advance? Don't even dream about it!” Sensing the imminent threat to his life, Adams let out a furious snort. Yet, streams of black light erupted from his body surface, and a potent dark aura gradually radiated outward.

“…” Seemingly sensing that immense dark power, Liang Xiaoke's downward strike accelerated, but the moment his sharp claws brushed against Adams’s back, they were violently repelled by a surge of formidable strength.

“Big Brother…” Ye Jingyu breathed out softly.

“Quickly, Jingyu, this bastard is trying to use his Core as a sacrifice to summon the Dark Demon God! Hurry and deal with him, or if the Dark Demon God appears, neither of us will escape death!” Liang Xiaoke shouted upon seeing Ye Jingyu arrive, immediately seizing Adams and hurling him toward Ye Jingyu.

“Understood!” Although Ye Jingyu didn't know precisely what a Dark Demon God was, the intensifying black light emanating from Adams confirmed it was certainly no benevolent entity.

His body accelerated violently, unleashing a full-power punch straight toward Adams’s form.

Liang Xiaoke also roared in frustration, demonic markings suddenly blazing across his forehead, his single hand balled into a fist, pouring all his strength into a devastating blow.

Whether Ye Jingyu or Liang Xiaoke, their current power output was easily over nine million. They struck Adams almost simultaneously from front and back with their furious fists.

With a sharp crack, both their fists slammed almost concurrently into the black light shielding Adams's front, the pure force shattering the obscuring luminescence…

The immense recoil sent a wave of discomfort through both Ye Jingyu and Liang Xiaoke, but Liang Xiaoke paid it no mind. Seizing the instant the black light fragmented, he instantly transformed his fist into a claw and lunged directly at Adams’s heart.

With a shick, Adams’s still considerable body offered no resistance whatsoever against Liang Xiaoke’s sharp talons, which tore open a gaping hole. Liang Xiaoke yanked hard, and he pulled out Adams’s Heart Core.

The expression on Adams’s face froze instantly, and the incantation he had been muttering ceased abruptly.

The dark aura gradually dissipated, and Adams’s body slowly collapsed.

The Heart Core—it was the source of a vampire’s life, much like the drop of blood that shackles the soul on the brow of a Jiangshi.

“Heh heh, with this Core, I can finally ascend to the Corpse Emperor realm…” Staring at the still-pulsing Core in his hand, a savage smile crept across Liang Xiaoke’s lips.

“Big Brother…” Ye Jingyu forcibly suppressed his surging excitement, looking at Liang Xiaoke standing so near, half-afraid that this entire scene was merely a dream.

“Relax, it’s no dream. I possess the body of the Undying; I won't die that easily. Though that idiot destroyed my physical form back then, he didn't destroy my Corpse Blood. As long as the Corpse Blood endures, I cannot die…” Only after Liang Xiaoke recounted the past events did Ye Jingyu slowly calm down, though a look of sheer delight remained etched on his face.

“Big Brother, then this Core…” Ye Jingyu continued, eyeing the bloody, still-throbbing heart in Liang Xiaoke’s hand.

“This is the crystallization of this vampire’s life. With this Core, I can smoothly break through to the Corpse Emperor realm. Jingyu, guard me. I will immediately absorb the Core’s power. Once I become a Corpse Emperor, what challenge would even those Martial Saints pose before me!” Liang Xiaoke explained quickly, then swiftly swallowed the Core and immediately settled down cross-legged.

Seeing Liang Xiaoke begin absorbing the Core with no visible preparation, Ye Jingyu felt a jolt of alarm, yet he drew his Heaven Sovereign Blade and stood vigilantly beside Liang Xiaoke.

At that moment, a head burrowed up from the earth. Who else but Mu Fei?

Seeing his Master processing the Core’s energy alongside Ye Jingyu, Mu Fei emerged from the soil, bowed respectfully to Ye Jingyu, and then lunged toward the dead vampire's corpse. Master had said the essence of the vampire lay in the Core, but the blood of a Prince still held immense power for him.

Watching master and disciple both begin their respective ascensions, a gentle smile spread across Ye Jingyu’s face. Faintly, a shadow materialized before him.

It was a semi-transparent silhouette, identical to him—it was his Heavenly Soul, the one that had always drifted outside his body.

A powerful surge of conviction transmitted from that Heavenly Soul into Ye Jingyu’s mind. A silver light flashed across Ye Jingyu’s brow, and the seven energy fields within his body flared brightly…

Vaguely, another shadow emerged from within him. However, compared to the already semi-transparent Heavenly Soul, this shadow was far more nebulous. This was the Earthly Soul, one of Ye Jingyu’s Three Souls.

The first volume of the Tyrant Origin Art (Ba Yuan Jue), the Body Nurturing Chapter, comprised ten levels. The first seven levels focused on cultivating the Seven Souls (Qi Po), and the final three on the Heavenly Soul, Earthly Soul, and Life Soul. Now that the Heavenly Soul had taken tangible form, it meant Ye Jingyu had reached the eighth level of cultivation. Although his strength hadn't increased significantly, he knew that upon achieving complete mastery of Body Nurturing, he would be able to wield Tyrant Origin Power (Ba Yuan Li). At that point, even a Martial Saint might not be his match.

The semi-transparent figure returned into Ye Jingyu’s body, while the vague mass of the Earthly Soul dissipated into the cosmos. Ye Jingyu felt instantly clearer-headed, and the strength of his soul had multiplied immeasurably in an instant. While he hadn't attained the Soul Immortal realm, he felt a certainty that his soul was even mightier than that of an average Soul Immortal.

Meanwhile, golden light began to ripple across Liang Xiaoke, who sat cross-legged. Circles of demonic script flickered across his forehead, and a pair of fangs extended from his mouth. Furthermore, patches of black scales began to spread across his neck…

In mere moments, apart from the face shrouded in demonic script, his entire body was covered in scales. Then, a jet-black bead was expelled from his mouth, slowly floating above his forehead…

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