It was Ye Jingyu who spoke. The moment Hu Yanqi shot that arrow, his figure had already arrived before Qiang Futu. Under the sweep of the Eye of Reincarnation, he immediately saw that this man was the weakest of the sixteen. These sixteen people were subtly divided into two factions, eight in each group, forming a strange formation. If this formation were truly allowed to unleash its power, even someone as strong as himself might not be a match. Therefore, while these sixteen were still reacting, striking down one of them first was the proper course of action...

As the words fell, Ye Jingyu’s right fist shot straight out. Giving Qiang Futu almost no chance to react, it landed heavily on his sternum...

In an instant, a silvery-white light flared up, immediately exploding outward. The immense power surged directly into Qiang Futu’s body, instantly shattering his Martial Saint physique...

This was the ultimate strike from the Battle Techniques section: Starfall Annihilation...

Even though Qiang Futu had reached the Martial Saint realm and possessed an incredibly dense reserve of True Essence Power, he was simply unable to resist such a sudden attack. Although the True Essence Power within him instinctively rushed towards his chest, it offered absolutely no resistance against the overwhelmingly dominant Primal Force...

The moment Qiang Futu was killed, Ye Jingyu’s right hand had already darted toward Qiang Futu’s Dantian, seizing the True Pill within...

All of this happened too quickly—from Qiang Futu’s movement, to Hu Yanqi releasing an arrow, to Ye Jingyu throwing a punch—it took less than the blink of an eye. Even those present, all Martial Saints, could barely react.

After all, none of them expected Ye Jingyu to strike first, and with such decisiveness.

It was arguably Qiang Futu’s bad luck. If he hadn't attacked first, Hu Yanqi wouldn't have shot that arrow. If he hadn't needed to dodge that sudden arrow, even with Ye Jingyu’s speed, as a Martial Saint, he would certainly have been prepared and would not have been pulverized by Ye Jingyu’s single punch...

But once it was a reality, the scene was enveloped in dead silence. Many hadn't grasped what had just happened—a powerful Martial Saint had just perished...

Was this Ye Jingyu’s true strength?

“Kill...” At this moment, Tie Futu finally snapped back to his senses, letting out a fierce roar. He drew a massive iron sword, nearly ten feet long, and brought it slashing down towards Ye Jingyu...

Almost simultaneously with his move, Zhan Futu, Kuang Futu, Xue Futu, Ying Futu, Yong Futu, and Wan Futu all drew their weapons and lunged at Ye Jingyu. They had all felt Ye Jingyu’s terrifying might, and all traces of carelessness vanished from their eyes...

The Yuan Ling Sect was the most mysterious force on the Dou Hun Continent. The fact that the Xuanyuan family remained firmly established and became the dominant power unifying the Nine Provinces was inseparable from the silent support of the Yuan Ling Sect from behind the scenes. And the Eight Divisions of Futu were the martial enforcement agency governing slaughter within the Yuan Ling Sect...

Consider this: eight Martial Saints were a force powerful enough to destroy a nation. It was said that the Eight Divisions of Futu rarely mobilized, but once they did, they never left survivors.

The Eight Divisions of Futu were always the ones killing, yet now one of their own had been killed. How could these men not be enraged, not be shocked?

Tie Futu wielded a massive longsword; Zhan Futu held a Guan Dao (halberd); Kuang Futu gripped a pitch-black iron staff; Xue Futu carried a blood-red Crescent Blade; Ying Futu used a silver hook; Yong Futu fought barehanded; and Wan Futu was also barehanded, yet the bursts of fist power and palm winds they unleashed were incredibly potent and terrifying...

Sensing the gravity of the situation, the Heavenly Dragon Eight Divisions did not immediately charge but instead remained acutely aware of every shift in the field, absolutely refusing to allow a repeat of the previous incident.

The eight formed a strange perimeter, encircling the Eight Divisions of Futu and Ye Jingyu in the center. Anyone attempting to breach this formation would have to withstand the combined assault of the eight.

Feeling the seven immensely powerful forces bearing down on him, Ye Jingyu’s expression showed no hint of fear. He remained composed, confident, perhaps even bordering on arrogance...

Facing seven Martial Saints simultaneously would trouble even a Martial God, yet he maintained an air of indifference...

“Heaven Shattering Earth Destroying Blade, Burst! Burst! Burst!” Just as the seven’s attacks were about to land, a sudden roar erupted from Ye Jingyu’s mouth, punctuated by three consecutive shouts of “Burst!”

As his words faded, the True Pill he held shattered. Immediately, a brilliant azure light ignited, and the potent True Essence Power transformed into an unstoppable wave of blade energy, slashing toward the seven...

That True Pill contained Qiang Futu’s lifetime power, comprising nearly eighty percent of his strength. For Ye Jingyu to crush it directly—how immense must the resulting explosion be?

The explosive power was in no way inferior to the high-energy beam cannon Qin Yan had used previously; it might even have surpassed it...

Such power could destroy the entire imperial palace, perhaps even half of Yunjing City. Yet, Ye Jingyu had perfectly channeled this force into the purest form of blade energy, flawlessly controlling this terrifying power...

Innumerable blades—long blades, great blades, small blades, broken blades, battle blades, curved blades—materialized in the void, each one razor-sharp, each one exquisitely formed...

Viewed from a distance, it appeared as if thousands of blade-lights exploded outward in all directions, centered on Ye Jingyu. This not only perfectly shielded him but also created a fatal threat to everyone around him...

No one would have anticipated Ye Jingyu using such a move at this moment—daring to crush a Martial Saint's True Pill and use the power of a single True Pill to counter the attacks of seven Martial Saints...

This was akin to courting death. Even a High-Tier Martial God could not guarantee such flawless control over that wild, dominating True Essence Power. A person who would attempt this was either a lunatic or possessed absolute confidence in their own abilities. Ye Jingyu was clearly the latter; not only did he do it, but he executed it with such finesse and perfection...

Sensing the powerful blade energy, even Tie Futu was forced to retreat. As they fell back, layers of light blue energy simultaneously manifested around their bodies—the same energy shields Qin Yan had used before...

These blade energies, controlled by Ye Jingyu, furiously slammed against the energy shields. Despite the shields’ formidable defense, they cracked and fragmented under the onslaught...

“Owooo-oowoo, here comes your old man!” Just then, Liang Xiaoke, who had been sitting below, let out a loud cry, his figure soaring into the air...