“Thunder-Splitting the Void…” Ye Jingyu gripped the Heaven-Sovereign Blade tightly, carving a single arc that aimed directly at Hua Wuhui, the massive blade light completely engulfing him.

Hua Wuhui snorted coldly, reaching out with one hand, and a gigantic palm manifested in the sky, surging towards the immense blade light, while Xue Yuanyun and Jun Longmin attacked simultaneously.

Xue Yuanyun summoned a snow-white pearl and hurled it straight at Ye Jingyu, while Jun Longmin gripped the longsword she had just obtained and advanced on Ye Jingyu.

With a faint crack, the palm transformed by Hua Wuhui was severed by the strike. The huge blade light continued its descent, but a blood-red sword light shot out, colliding with the blade light once more until the entire thing shattered.

Sharp blade auras spread in all directions, yet these energies, capable of easily slaying a Martial God, could not harm anyone present.

However, the complexions of Xue Yuanyun and the others shifted drastically, for they had suddenly lost sight of Ye Jingyu. Especially Xue Yuanyun, who had clearly seen his Snow God Pearl about to strike Ye Jingyu, only for his figure to vanish instantly, causing him to smash empty air. What was this…?

What in the world was going on? How could a living person simply vanish, his aura disappearing without a trace, as if he had never existed at all?

If Ye Jingyu had entered the void, they should have sensed spatial fluctuations; if he had teleported, they should have felt kinetic energy fluctuations. He had just… disappeared.

The three bodies instinctively gravitated towards each other. Facing such an inscrutable Ye Jingyu, even the three Family Heads had to proceed with caution.

But just as the three drew closer, a blurred figure materialized directly in front of Hua Wuhui and delivered a punch.

Hua Wuhui swung his arm to block, and the golden brick, not yet fully refined, flew from his grasp, hurling towards the figure.

With a bang, the golden brick struck Ye Jingyu’s body with the sound of clashing metal. Yet, Ye Jingyu only staggered, showing not the slightest injury. Having endured countless assaults from the raging winds within Feng Yan’s green jade pendant, Ye Jingyu’s physical resilience had soared an entire realm. How could this golden brick possibly harm his physical form?

And his punch landed squarely on Hua Wuhui’s arm.

With a sharp snap, Hua Wuhui’s arm was instantly shattered. The violent force of the punch surged directly into Hua Wuhui’s chest, causing his sternum to cave in entirely.

Hua Wuhui was inwardly horrified. How could he have anticipated that Ye Jingyu’s physical strength had reached such an astonishing level? His cultivation realm was clearly below Hua Wuhui’s! Even if he specialized in Body Cultivation, this level of brute power seemed impossible.

At this moment, Xue Yuanyun and Jun Longmin attacked in unison. They absolutely could not allow Ye Jingyu to kill Hua Wuhui, as dealing with Ye Jingyu alone would prove too difficult for either of them.

While inwardly marveling at the speed of Ye Jingyu’s progress, they hurled their magic treasures—artifacts they had acquired and refined from ancient ruins—at him.

Xue Yuanyun threw the Snow God Pearl he had just used, while Jun Longmin wielded a golden-dragon-entwined whip. But facing these two artifacts, which, while not top-tier, were undoubtedly top-grade Immortal Artifacts, Ye Jingyu didn’t even look. He continued his assault on Hua Wuhui, unleashing his second strike: the War Soul Divine Fist.

As he threw this punch, the very space began to compress. Before the fist even made contact with Hua Wuhui, the man felt his shoulders beginning to fracture. Daring not hold back any longer, Hua Wuhui reached out and summoned a magic treasure he had hard-won: a flower basket brimming with blossoms of every hue.

With a tremendous rumble, Ye Jingyu’s fist slammed into the flower basket. The basket managed to withstand the force of the blow, but Hua Wuhui instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, his mind swimming with dizziness.

The Snow God Pearl struck Ye Jingyu’s shoulder heavily, but beyond causing his body to sway slightly, it failed to even break his outer skin. As for the chilling energy erupting from the pearl, it merely coated him in a thick layer of white frost.

The Coiling Dragon Whip slammed into Ye Jingyu’s head. However, this whip, capable of pulverizing an ordinary Celestial Immortal, only sent sparks flying off Ye Jingyu’s forehead before its power dissipated entirely.

This was the current state of Ye Jingyu’s body. Unless struck by an Immortal Artifact refined by a Xuan Immortal expert, let alone killing him, even injuring him was incredibly difficult.

Neither of the attackers could have anticipated Ye Jingyu’s physical defense being so monstrous. By the time they realized the danger, it was too late. Seizing the moment while Hua Wuhui was reeling in confusion, Ye Jingyu summoned the Immortal Slaying Sword and the Immortal Executing Sword—one aimed at his heart, the other shooting up from below toward his lower body.

Sensing the chilling cold near his groin, Hua Wuhui, who had been injured in that area before, instinctively clenched his legs, leaving his chest undefended. The Immortal Slaying Sword pierced his heart without hesitation, and Ye Jingyu’s palm struck his crown.

“Ah…” Hua Wuhui let out a cry of despair. Ye Jingyu’s palm had utterly damaged his soul, sealing every meridian with his own power, even trapping his Primordial Spirit within his body. Then, Ye Jingyu seized him by the throat and hurled him down toward Liang Xiaoke.

Seeing the bloody morsel hurtling toward her, Liang Xiaoke showed no mercy. With a single grab, she caught Hua Wuhui and bared her fangs, lunging for his neck.

Witnessing Ye Jingyu so ruthlessly pursue the kill on Hua Wuhui, Xue Yuanyun and Jun Longmin felt a surge of cold dread rising from their backs to the tops of their heads. This maniac was so ferocious—how could the two of them possibly stand against him?

The thought of retreating flashed through their minds again, but Ye Jingyu himself was already upon them, reaching out to grab Xue Yuanyun with one hand while launching his two fierce swords straight toward Xue Yuanyun’s back and crown.

Adopting the same strategy used against Hua Wuhui—eliminate one first!

Seeing this, Xue Yuanyun naturally defended and evaded with all his might. Jun Longmin, however, seized this opportunity, transforming into a streak of light, intending to flee into the distance. If not now, when?

“Ah…” But mere moments after Jun Longmin’s body shot out a few hundred zhang, a scream echoed, immediately followed by his entire body shattering into a mist of blood.

Simultaneously, both Ye Jingyu and Xue Yuanyun felt a terrifying power surge toward them, their faces changing instantly.

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