Ye Jingyu was also forced back by the surge of energy, but silver light began to emanate from Sorala’s body, and a serpentine suit of armor materialized around him, complete with a snake-like helm. Protected by this armor, the surging energy seemed unable to harm him in the slightest.

Feeling the resilience of the Silver Snake Armor, Sorala broke into a dazzling smile. It truly deserved its reputation as armor capable of withstanding a full-force strike from a Rank Seven Demon Lord. With this as his defense, who here could stand against him? He certainly didn't believe Ye Jingyu possessed the strength of a Rank Seven Demon Lord.

The thought that he had taken a punch without activating the armor made Sorala instantly vexed. However, now that he was shielded, he had no need to worry about Ye Jingyu’s attacks; he only needed to press his own offensive…

With this realization, a gleam flashed in Sorala’s eyes. A silver light flickered in his hand, and a slender silver sword appeared. Before the light fully dissipated, he darted forward, appearing instantly before Ye Jingyu, driving the sword straight toward his heart.

Ye Jingyu was momentarily startled. How could this fellow be unharmed by such violent energy? But there was no time to ponder the question, as the silver sword was already at his chest. He twisted his wrist, bringing the Heavenly Venerable Blade up to block the long silver sword, producing a sharp, clear clang. But then, the long sword seemed to come alive; its blade twisted like a silver serpent, delicately maneuvering past the Heavenly Venerable Blade and thrusting toward Ye Jingyu.

Ye Jingyu’s heart jolted again. He twisted his body away at full speed, but the silver sword’s movement was too sudden. Even though he managed to evade the main thrust, a long crimson gash was carved across his left chest. Before the blood could spray out, it was absorbed by the silver blade, and the once shimmering silver surface began to show streaks of blood-red threads…

A sharp pain shot through Ye Jingyu’s heart, but he immediately drew back the Heavenly Venerable Blade, rapidly retreating. He saw the long sword winding back toward him like a snake; if he didn't fall back now, he was certain to be pierced again.

Seeing Ye Jingyu wounded, Luo Ling’er’s expression tightened, and a flash of anger crossed Hei Ming Shixuan’s eyes. Only Liang Xiaoke, carefree as ever, was flirting shamelessly with Lei Linna on the sidelines, seemingly unconcerned by the injury.

As for Reyalon and Charles, their expressions had completely shifted to shock upon seeing the long sword.

The Sword of Rek'Sar! That was the Sword of Rek'Sar, the ancestral treasure of the Silver Snake Clan? Wasn't that Medusa’s personal sword? How could it be in Sorala’s possession? Had Medusa’s doting gone so far as to entrust this divine sword to him?

While the two were stunned, Sorala launched another offensive against Ye Jingyu. He shook the long sword rapidly, sending forth torrents of sword qi that materialized into countless silver serpents in the air, pouncing on Ye Jingyu. Each silver serpent carried the force of at least a full-power strike from a Rank Three Demon Lord.

While one or two streaks of sword qi wouldn't harm Ye Jingyu much, there were now hundreds, almost completely enveloping him.

“A’Yu…” Seeing Ye Jingyu wrapped in such terrifying sword qi, Luo Ling’er could no longer hold back a startled cry. Yet, she understood that a battle at this level was far beyond her ability to interfere. She clenched her hands into fists, almost wringing sweat from them.

“Supreme Blade, Piercing the Void,” Ye Jingyu whispered, and his figure vanished into the void. When he reappeared, he was directly in front of Sorala, and the Heavenly Venerable Blade swept down toward Sorala without mercy…

The blinding blade light illuminated everyone’s surroundings. Sorala’s expression flickered beneath the dazzling glow of the blade, but he had no time to react. The massive arc of light struck him heavily…

Boom! With a thunderous crash, the brilliant blade light shattered entirely. Sorala, who should have been cleaved in two, was instead thrown backward by the strike. Silver light pulsed across his body, and serpentine markings flickered around him. There wasn't a single scratch on him.

Glancing at the silver sheen covering him, feeling utterly unharmed, Sorala finally stabilized himself and burst into loud laughter.

“Hahahaha… This is the Silver Snake Armor! Unless you can reach the strength of a Rank Seven Demon Lord, how can you possibly defeat me? Surrender obediently, offer up your women, and then become my slave! I might spare your life considering you have some talent!” Sorala roared with laughter, his heart swelling with elation at how powerful the armor truly was.

“Is that so?” Ye Jingyu responded with a cold sneer. He refused to believe that armor this formidable truly existed in the world. Gripping the Heavenly Venerable Blade with both hands, he raised it above his head. The Primordial Energy within him surged forth completely, and even the Thunder Aperture in his right palm pulsed with lightning, causing bolts of seven-colored electricity to flow continuously along the blade.

Above, the sky darkened with dense storm clouds, flashing with intermittent lightning. A colossal bolt of lightning, like a divine dragon, split the sky and descended, connecting directly with Ye Jingyu’s Heavenly Venerable Blade. An aura of absolute, savage dominance emanated from the weapon…

Sensing this immense power, Liang Xiaoke, who had just placed a hand on Lei Linna’s chest, changed expression instantly. He snatched Lei Linna’s hand and bolted backward…

While running, he shouted, “Anyone who doesn't want to die needs to get ten thousand zhang away immediately!” Upon reaching Luo Ling’er, he didn't forget to pull her along as well…

Hei Ming Shixuan reacted immediately, transforming into a streak of light and shooting away. Charles and Reyalon exchanged a glance; forgetting everything else, they too fled at full speed. As for the other members of the Silver Snake Clan, they stood foolishly in place.

They couldn't comprehend—they were already standing quite far back, could there still be danger?

Sorala also sensed something was terribly wrong, but having challenged Ye Jingyu, retreat was impossible. He could only continuously circulate his demonic power, urging the Silver Snake Armor, and a palpable mass of silver light coalesced before him.

He appeared as if enveloped by a gigantic silver serpent. The silver long sword in his hand hummed ominously, perhaps with excitement or perhaps with fear…

At that very moment, a seven-colored radiance burst forth from Ye Jingyu’s body, and he roared: “Raging Thunder Purgatory!”

The instant the words left his lips, the Heavenly Venerable Blade in his hands chopped down fiercely…