"A Half-Saint? Three Half-Saints, no less?!" Jun Mo Xie's legs began to tremble uncontrollably. **That Warlord, legendary even at his peak, never surpassed the Half-Saint realm. Does this mean he has to face three Warlords simultaneously this time?

The last time he fought that Warlord who hadn't fully recovered his strength, it was already such a grueling ordeal. Now, here are three fully recovered ones?

"Not anymore, two remain," the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master gasped, spitting bitterly. "This young master has truly fought for his life for the first time in millennia—damn it, I was utterly cornered... But I did manage to eliminate one of those bastards. The wretch, just as I thought I was clear, decided to self-detonate, nearly pulling this young master down with him into the abyss..."

Cold sweat beaded on Jun Mo Xie’s forehead. So that sudden, earth-shattering blast from earlier was the self-destruction of a Half-Saint! It shook the heavens miles away, yet the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master emerged from the epicenter looking surprisingly un-crippled?

Or perhaps he was the truly monstrous one...

"Stop your pointless meandering, this young master is hardly unscathed; my internal organs have shifted." The Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master rapidly transmitted his voice to Jun Mo Xie, fearing he might misjudge the situation. "I can barely sustain myself right now. To take on another Half-Saint is beyond my current capability. Kid, I see your strength has increased again with a recent breakthrough, but you must think clearly. Don't charge in like a reckless youth against those two old bastards; if they manage to encircle you, things will go disastrously wrong."

Jun Mo Xie rolled his eyes dismissively. "Do you think I'm you? Lacking any thought whatsoever?"

That single sentence nearly caused the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master to suffer a relapse from sheer anger...

"Take this medicine quickly." Jun Mo Xie urgently tossed over a Heaven-Restoring Pill, transmitting, "See how much you can recover. Hurry up."

The Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master wasted no time. He swallowed it in one gulp, then casually snatched at the air. Crack. The air shattered in his hand, coalescing into a teacup. Immediately, water began to flow from the surrounding air, filling the cup. The Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master tilted his head back and drank it down.

Needing water to wash down medicine—this guy really is a stickler for form, Jun Mo Xie muttered internally.

While Jun Mo Xie was pondering this, the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with sharp brilliance. "Hmm, what is that medicine?"

"Not bad for its effect, is it?" Jun Mo Xie asked smugly.

"Not bad? It’s incredibly effective! This young master’s injuries have recovered by seven or eight tenths in this instant! Even my vital essence, which was nearly depleted to its limit, has regained at least sixty percent. What kind of spirit medicine is this? How can it possess such miraculous efficacy?"

The Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master was utterly astonished. He had never developed a habit of consuming medicines. Previously, no matter how severe his injuries, he relied solely on solitary recuperation or the healing power of his own Netherworld Demonic Qi.

Yet now, merely swallowing one small pellet had restored over half his vitality! The effectiveness of such a divine pill was truly astounding.

"One more, and I’ll be fully recovered," the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master licked his lips and declared.

Seeing the Heaven-Restoring Pill work, Jun Mo Xie finally let out a breath of relief. Hearing the Young Master’s words, he couldn't help but curl his lip. "Another one? Another one will only add some extra material to your stomach, nothing more. Such a medicine has astonishing curative effects, but it naturally comes with limitations. You can only take one within a month! Taking more has zero effect. I thought you were a veteran powerhouse at the peak, yet you lack even this basic knowledge!"

"You... you speak sense!" The Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master, far from being offended by Young Master Jun’s sarcasm, suddenly realized the truth. "Heaven-defying divine elixirs must always have constraints. This young master was momentarily engrossed and forgot that crucial point. I truly lack experience."

"Well then, those two great powers from the alien race... why aren't they coming over? Could it be they sensed your recovery? Do they possess such keen perception?" Jun Mo Xie nudged his chin toward the two furious figures standing several hundred yards away, asking curiously.

"Dog shit intuition. Do you really think they don't want to chase us? I suspect the restriction here is likely the ultimate seal laid down by the Ninth Nether First Young Master. Even if they wanted to, they lack the ability to cross it, which is why they aren't advancing," the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master, inheriting the lineage of the First Young Master, had already detected the strangeness of the location. After a moment’s thought, he grasped the cause and effect.

"I see. That makes things relatively easier to handle," Jun Mo Xie felt a weight lift from his chest. He hadn't expected that Ninth Nether First Young Master to be so cunning, leaving behind such a contingency plan...

Though Young Master Jun had significantly improved, he still had no clear measure of his current power level. His opponents, however, were super-powered Half-Saints, and there was more than one. His mind raced, trying to figure out how to test the waters. If he engaged rashly and proved weaker, being driven back would spell disaster—his side would collapse like a routed army. Hearing that the two monsters couldn't cross the barrier immediately eased his mind.

Behind them, the sound of rushing wind announced the breathless arrival of Chuang Shangbei Dao, the leading figure of the alien race. Although he was also a Fourth Level Saint Lord, the gap between him and the two Half-Saints—and even the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master—was significant. It took him until this moment to catch up.

Catching sight of Jun Mo Xie, he froze in surprise. "You... why are you here?" A sense of ominous foreboding rose in his heart.

"Why am I here? Your tens of thousands of troops have basically been annihilated by this young master. Where else would I be if not here?" Jun Mo Xie snorted, speaking with a mocking smile.

"Impossible! You’re lying to me!" Chuang Shangbei Dao shouted. "My clan’s army numbers in the hundreds of thousands, a massive formation. How could they be defeated so easily?" Whether intentionally or not, Chuang Shangbei Dao deliberately overlooked the words 'annihilated' used by Jun Mo Xie.

Because, in Chuang Shangbei Dao's view, utter annihilation was an utterly preposterous notion!

Defeat? While that possibility remained remote, it wasn't entirely zero.

But annihilation? Who did he think he was? This wasn't a force of a few individuals, or ten thousand, or even twenty thousand troops—it was a million strong! Even if they stood still, one person would take ages to slay them all. Impossible, even for a Fourth Level Saint Lord!

You expect your few tens of thousands to wipe out my million-strong army? Did you think my million troops were made of paper?

"Lying to you? Do I have that much interest?" Jun Mo Xie scoffed mockingly. "I’m not your father; why would I take such delight in coaxing you along? Even if you were desperate enough to beg me to be your godfather, I wouldn’t accept such a monstrous degenerate as a son! It would be too shameful..."

As he finished, Young Master Jun even let out a mournful sigh, as if genuinely distressed by Chuang Shangbei Dao’s hypothetical desire to become his godson...

Just how venomous could Young Master Jun’s tongue be? The man hadn't said a word, yet Jun Mo Xie twisted it into a scenario where the other party wanted to become his godson...

"You..." Chuang Shangbei Dao’s eyes widened, and he was speechless for a long time. He had been the enemy of the entire continent for millennia; his word was law, his commands absolute. When had he ever been so openly humiliated? This level of disgrace was unbearable; he immediately felt the urge to attack.

However, one of the two white-robed alien figures opposite stepped forward, raising a hand to stop Chuang Shangbei Dao. "What is the use of merely winning a war of words?"

Saying this, he fixed his gaze upon Jun Mo Xie and asked chillingly, "Young man, who are you?"

Although Chuang Shangbei Dao was a Fourth Level Saint Lord, among the five present, his strength was the lowest. His understanding of Jun Mo Xie was still based on the assessment from the day before; he was completely unable to sense that Jun Mo Xie’s power had already ascended far beyond his measurable level. In truth, few, if any, could imagine that someone could leap from the peak of Fourth Level Saint Lord to a more terrifying tier in a single day!

While Chuang Shangbei Dao couldn't perceive it, it didn't mean no one recognized Young Master Jun’s true strength. The moment Jun Mo Xie appeared, the two alien Half-Saints simultaneously felt peril and shock. It was a deep shudder originating from their souls, an inexplicable, bizarre premonition, even for cultivators of their standing.

They couldn't discern the depth of this youth’s cultivation, yet his inherent capabilities suggested he shouldn't exceed their current tiers! Why did he carry something that made both of them feel a primal chill?

"Who am I? I am Jun Mo Xie!" Jun Mo Xie lifted his head. "The Sovereign of Evil—that is me!"

"The Sovereign of Evil... Hahahaha... Sovereign... You dare claim the title... Wait? Evil?!" Chuang Shangbei Dao had never heard the name Jun Mo Xie before. At this moment, hearing it, he burst into laughter, but midway through, he seemed to recall something, stopping abruptly. He stared at Jun Mo Xie, tongue-tied, unable to speak for a moment.

The faces of the two alien Half-Saints simultaneously darkened!

The Sovereign of Evil, Jun Mo Xie!

He possessed both a name and a title, and in both lay the character 'Evil'! Furthermore, this individual wielded such astonishing power, an inscrutable, sinister, and mysterious force!

This forced the three of them to connect many dots!

The final two lines inscribed on the stone tablet erected by the Ninth Nether First Young Master long ago were: A thousand autumns of supremacy, ten thousand ages of wicked cultivation! For years, the alien race had been supremely confident that the character 'Evil' in 'Wicked Cultivation' referred only to the Divine Sun Clan!

Only the Divine Sun Clan could truly bear the weight of the word "Evil"!

For countless years, the Divine Sun Clan had been deemed heretical by the Xuanxuan world, scorned by the continent! So, wasn't the 'Wicked Cultivation' referring to none other than the Divine Sun Clan?

But upon hearing this youth announce his title today, the three alien powerhouses all felt a dreadful unease!

Could the so-called 'Wicked Cultivation' not refer to the Divine Sun Clan... but to this Sovereign of Evil?

They paused in stunned silence, but Jun Mo Xie remained unfazed. He gave Chuang Shangbei Dao a strange smile and said very seriously, "Right, that bastard... got taken care of. There’s something I absolutely must tell you!"

(Recommendation for a new book: From Qidian Grandmaster Piaoling Huan: Square Inch Kill An assassin legend in another world! So close, yet capable of conquering a nation! Within a square inch, I am invincible! Isn't such an assassin cool enough?)