Just one word: "Scram."
Ye Shu, who had emerged from the crack, shattered like pieces of a mirror, glinting briefly in the sunlight before vanishing into nothingness.
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Everyone stared blankly at the scene, their minds completely blank.
"Gu... gurgle..."
The smile on the Soul Locking Hall Master’s face froze, and a strange, guttural sound escaped his throat. The mightiest immortal tribulation in history, both past and present, had been shattered by a single word?
What kind of joke was this!!!
Ye Shu, however, remained expressionless, striding forward without pause.
The heavens exist only for me.
There has always been only one Ye Shu in this world.
The several family heads who had been locked in fierce battle in the distance also noticed what had happened. Seeing how effortlessly he had overcome this tribulation, their expressions finally changed.
"How... how is this possible?"
The six family heads looked grim. "What kind of monster is this Green Profound Sect? Producing three prodigies destined for immortality in a row?"
"Stop him!" Mo Yuan barked coldly.
But the other family heads exchanged glances without making a move against Ye Shu on the immortal steps.
A tribulation could not be interfered with—let alone an immortal tribulation.
The fate of that mere Nascent Soul ant was still fresh in their minds. They had no confidence they could withstand the backlash of an immortal tribulation; otherwise, they would have crossed it themselves long ago.
"A bunch of fools!"
Mo Yuan’s face darkened.
If not for Lin Heming clinging to him relentlessly, he would have acted himself long ago.
"Stop pretending to be a big shot!"
The fiery-tempered Fire Family Head shot back. "Yeah, you have the guts, then make a move! Interfering in a tribution is forbidden—it doubles the tribulation’s power. Don’t you know that?"
"Foolish!"
Mo Yuan shot him a disdainful glance. "Who said tribulations can’t be interfered with? That interfering in a tribulation leads to death, and that tribulations are impossible to interfere with—those are two completely different concepts."
Hearing this, the Fire Family Head was momentarily stunned.
Thinking it over carefully, what the guy said did make some sense.
But the problem was: interfering in a tribulation led to death. Didn’t that just mean tribulations couldn’t be interfered with?
"Is there a difference?"
He blinked, struggling to wrap his head around it.
"Of course there is!"
Mo Yuan growled. Seizing a brief opening in his tangle with Lin Heming, he swung his right hand, and array flags instantly stabbed into the ground, radiating dazzling light.
When the radiance faded, a large group of figures appeared within the formation.
They were the cultivators of the Soul Locking Hall.
Hundreds of them, gathered together.
They looked dazed, clearly having been forcibly teleported here with no idea what was going on.
"Family Head?"
"That one over there."
Mo Yuan pointed at Ye Shu, who was climbing the steps, and said coldly, "Kill him."
Following his finger, the Soul Locking Hall cultivators saw a blood-soaked youth staggering forward step by step.
"This..."
They exchanged uneasy glances.
Weren’t they just being sent to their deaths?
"Hmph?"
Mo Yuan snorted through his nose, and the cultivator standing at the very back instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist. "What? Are you unwilling?"
"We are willing, my lord!"
The cultivators nodded frantically.
What choice did they have? Interfering in the tribulation might let them overwhelm that sickly weakling with numbers. But if they refused, they’d likely all be killed on the spot.
With that, they gritted their teeth and flew toward the immortal steps.
Thousands of figures surged forward like moths diving into a flame.
The moment anyone even tested a strike, a thunder dragon outside the steps slapped them into ashes.
"Heh! Does this Heavenly Dao look like it’s slacking off?"
Xiao Bai stood atop Ye Shu’s head, his small hand pointing in the air. Every time he pointed at a Soul Locking Hall cultivator, a golden bolt of lightning struck the man precisely, not even giving him time to scream—let alone interfering with Ye Shu.
"A pack of useless trash!"
Seeing this, Mo Yuan’s face was as dark as water.
Watching his own people explode like fireworks one after another, Mo Yu felt his scalp go numb. So this was the ultimate villain? Ruthless and merciless—watching so many of his own forces die without even a twitch of an eyebrow.
The other family heads also felt a chill run down their spines.
The Soul Locking Hall Master’s heart ached even more.
These were all soldiers he had personally trained, and now they were being used like firecrackers by the family head!
"You idiot, what are you staring at?"
Seeing that these useless pawns were having no effect, Mo Yuan snapped at the Soul Locking Hall Master, freezing his voice. "Didn’t he care so much about those ants? Then let him care more."
Hearing this, the Soul Locking Hall Master suddenly snapped to attention.
That’s right.
Weren’t all stories written like this? Grab the protagonist’s weakness, and he would hesitate, maybe even surrender.
Dirty tactics, sure, but they never failed.
With that thought, he no longer hesitated. He waved his hand, casting a massive hand seal over all the ordinary disciples of the Green Profound Sect.
Li Daoyuan and the others fought desperately, but it was useless.
Not everyone was a genius; not everyone could leap across two or three major realms—and the geniuses had not yet grown strong.
Lin Heming’s fists stirred the wind, his face dark with rage.
"After all these years, you’re still playing these petty tricks."
"As long as they win, they’re good tricks," Mo Yuan sneered, utterly indifferent to Lin Heming’s mockery.
The Soul Locking Hall Master scanned the crowd, his gaze finally landing on a pink figure. He smirked coldly, lifting his hand slightly. Lin Qingxue was instantly locked in an invisible force, her entire body yanked uncontrollably toward the Soul Locking Hall Master.
"Brat!"
He grabbed Lin Qingxue by the neck and sneered at Ye Shu, who was on the immortal steps. "Get down from those steps now—or else—"
His fingers tightened slightly, and Lin Qingxue’s face flushed red as she winced in pain. But she didn’t make a sound. She shot Ye Shu one last, longing look—and then resolutely self-destructed.
Boom!!!
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the heat wave surged. Taken by surprise, the Soul Locking Hall Master was splattered with blood. He stood there dumbfounded, staring at the remains in his hands, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
To keep Ye Shu from wavering, this seemingly spoiled young girl had not a moment’s hesitation and directly detonated herself.
Lin Qingxue—dead.
"Shu..."
Dan Xia, who was by Ye Shu’s side, looked at him with deep worry, afraid his Dao heart might shatter from the impact.
But it didn’t.
He just kept walking. Step by step.
Like a soulless automaton, endlessly moving toward that immortal gate.
"Brat! Think about your sectmates!"
The Soul Locking Hall Master gritted his teeth and reached for Lu Shouzhuo.
Lu Shouzhuo didn’t even make a sound. He simply chose to self-destruct on the spot.
"Bastard!"
The Soul Locking Hall Master cursed and grabbed for other ordinary disciples.
Watching the mountain-like hand seal descending on them, they burst out laughing.
"Hahaha!"
"Sect Brother Ye! We’ll go ahead, just make sure you kill a few more for us!"
"So even a strong man can be afraid? Hahaha!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, the Green Profound Sect disciples—without any hesitation, without any fear—self-destructed before the Soul Locking Hall Master’s hand seal could land.
"Madmen! All of you are madmen!"
The Soul Locking Hall Master was nearly driven insane. Were none of these people afraid of death?
This defied all common sense!
The roar of explosions filled the air without end, and countless misty sprays of blood scattered everywhere, the air thick with the intense stench of blood.
Ye Shu could hear, could see, could smell.
His face was expressionless.
At last, the immortal gate had arrived, a square portal standing squarely before him.
Ye Shu stood on the final step, and took one stride forward.
Boom!
The immortal gate... shattered.
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