"Swish!" With a sudden sound, the Heavenly Venerate Blade in Ye Jingyu's hand mercilessly sliced through the woman's body. That once beautiful form was cleaved in two, and a mist of blood erupted everywhere, organs of vibrant colors clattering to the ground. One could even see her heart still beating, and her brains splattered across the stone.

Ye Jingyu appreciated beauty, but for those who dared to plot against his nether regions, he showed absolutely no mercy...

If the woman lying on the ground knew that Ye Jingyu's relentless aggression stemmed purely from the fact that her sneak attack had targeted his lower body, reminding him of an attempted castration, she might feel unjustly treated.

But no matter how great her grievance, Ye Jingyu clearly offered no chance for redress. This single strike not only shredded her physical form but also annihilated her soul, fragmented by the lightning energy adsorbed onto the Heavenly Venerate Blade.

Such a ferocious strike thoroughly jolted the other five women present into awareness. They had not anticipated that Ye Jingyu, so quiet before, would erupt with such ferocity. They were super-experts secretly trained by the Feng family, holding significant standing within their clan. Normally, they were exempt from handling petty matters; despite each being top-tier masters, none had witnessed such a gruesome scene.

For a moment, all their faces turned ashen, horror blazing in their eyes, to the extent that they forgot their original mission was to execute Ye Jingyu.

Seeing their panicked expressions, Ye Jingyu felt a flicker of surprise. Was this the caliber of the Feng family's experts? Were these masters, capable of destroying any kingdom on the Dou Hun Continent, so lacking in mental fortitude?

As he paused, contemplating finishing them all off in one sweep, a figure materialized out of thin air in the void.

Upon the newcomer's appearance, the five young women seemed to find their anchor; the terror swiftly drained from their faces, and one by one, they knelt respectfully before the figure.

"Greetings, My Lord!" the women chorused.

Ye Jingyu looked up and saw a person clad in pitch-black armor. Their hair was short, standing upright, and their features were handsome, yet a long scar ran from the corner of the left eye down to the chin, giving a terrifying aspect.

Ye Jingyu knew that with the genetic technology of the Gu Hua Continent, erasing such a scar would be trivially easy. The fact that this person retained it suggested either deep significance or that the individual was a pervert, perhaps even a madman.

At that moment, the man's eyes glanced at the bisected corpse on the ground before finally settling upon Ye Jingyu.

"You... killed her..." The man's voice was raspy, as if something were lodged in his throat.

Ye Jingyu remained silent, merely tightening his grip on the Heavenly Venerate Blade, for he sensed an intensely dangerous aura emanating from the man.

"They kept me company for over a hundred years, a full hundred years! I couldn't bear to strike them even once, and now, you kill her! You turned such perfection into this! Commit suicide to atone!" The man grew increasingly agitated, but the final words settled into a strange flatness.

Suicide to atone? Ye Jingyu rolled his eyes so hard he nearly sprained them. Did this guy have a screw loose? Was he genuinely insane? To demand self-execution from this young master immediately—who did he think he was?

With a flick of his blade, Ye Jingyu unleashed a multi-hued slash that cut straight through the man's body. However, this time, there was no spray of blood; only a phantom image was severed.

Ye Jingyu’s heart lurched as a chill swept down his spine. He snapped a counter-attack backward, but the man’s form suddenly appeared in front of him. A large, calloused hand slammed directly into Ye Jingyu’s chest.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood erupted from Ye Jingyu’s mouth. His body soared backward like a broken kite, a distinct handprint searing his chest, and a wave of icy power surged into him.

A master, an absolute master—that was Ye Jingyu's only coherent thought. The Overlord Origin Force within him churned violently, rushing toward the frigid power. The resilience of the Chaos Body manifested instantly; the sunken cavity in his sternum began to push outward, and damaged muscle tissue started rapid reconstruction.

"Your physical toughness is decent, but you must die today. Remember my name; I am Feng Xing!" The man gave Ye Jingyu no chance to recover. He flashed forward, instantly appearing before Ye Jingyu again, bringing another palm down toward his crown.

Ye Jingyu’s balance was completely gone, making evasion of the impossibly fast strike impossible, yet his expression held no hint of fear.

"Eye of Aurora!" Ye Jingyu roared. The Moon Wheel embedded in his brow suddenly flared, shooting a beam of silver light that pierced directly through Feng Xing’s descending hand.

Feng Xing cried out in pain, his expression transforming drastically as he stumbled backward, exclaiming, "What kind of technique is this?"

Ye Jingyu finally stabilized himself. Ignoring Feng Xing’s question, he pushed his Overlord Origin Force to maximum capacity. The Heavenly Venerate Blade ignited once more, a seven-colored blade light erupting from its edge, instantly splitting into seven shimmering, lightning-infused battle blades that lunged toward Feng Xing.

"Hmph..." Feng Xing snorted dismissively and waved his sleeve to meet the seven streaks of lightning.

"Crackling... Bang..." With several sharp reports, the seven lightning blades shattered, transforming into countless bolts of electricity that enveloped Feng Xing entirely.

At that moment, Ye Jingyu glanced at the women who had already retreated to the side, then spun around and bolted toward the exit. Feng Xing’s strength was clearly superior; without absolute certainty, Ye Jingyu would not engage in a direct confrontation. Otherwise, even if he won, it would be a pyrrhic victory, leaving him vulnerable to Feng Yan's subsequent pursuit.

"Trying to leave? Not so easy! Feng Xing Rules the World!" Seeing Ye Jingyu attempt to flee, Feng Xing would never allow it. He roared, throwing his arms wide, tearing the lightning enveloping him apart. He took one swift step and materialized directly in front of Ye Jingyu, blocking his path, and drove a punch toward Ye Jingyu’s heart.

Ye Jingyu let out a cold laugh, tightly clenching his own right fist to meet the attack head-on, as the Moon Wheel in his brow began to flicker again...

(Finally finished this chapter; my head is weary. Time to rest and then continue writing; there’s another update this afternoon! Everyone please show lots of support!)