Mo Chen and Xuanfeng's faces were deathly pale. Looking at each other, they both saw absolute terror in each other's eyes.
They knew better than anyone that if they continued fighting, they would only end up like Chiyan—their souls entirely destroyed, without even a remnant left behind.
Now that the people from the Taichu Holy Land had arrived, attacking them from both sides, their only way out was to run!
"Huang Haotian, we will remember the humiliation of today! One day, we will make you pay it back a hundredfold!"
Mo Chen roared hoarsely. He and Xuanfeng simultaneously activated a secret technique, spitting out a mouthful of origin essence blood. Their auras surged instantly before rapidly withering away in the next split second.
The two of them formed hand seals at the same time, chanting obscure and incomprehensible incantations. The space around them instantly rippled, twisting like water waves.
"Ten Thousand Mile Blood Escape!"
The moment the words fell, their figures abruptly transformed into two streaks of bloody light, instantly tearing through the space before them and completely vanishing from the world.
The speed of their escape was pushed to the absolute limit; even Ye Chuan did not have time to react. What was even more terrifying was that the moment they fled, all their auras and soul fluctuations completely disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed in this world.
"Hmm?"
Ye Chuan frowned, then released his divine sense, sweeping out in all directions like an overwhelming tide. His divine sense instantly covered a radius of ten thousand miles, scanning even the mountains, rivers, and deep underground ravines with absolute clarity.
Yet, he still could not catch the slightest trace of Mo Chen and Xuanfeng's auras. It was as if the two had evaporated directly from this realm, not even leaving behind a hint of spatial fluctuation.
A trace of surprise finally appeared on Ye Chuan's face.
Are you kidding me?
They can run that fast?
"I underestimated the foundations of these Holy Lands. To think they actually have such a life-saving forbidden technique that can completely shield them from divine sense." Ye Chuan repeatedly scanned the area with his divine sense a few more times, but still found nothing, ultimately giving up.
Forget it, he had already formed a blood feud with the Wutong Holy Land anyway; there would be plenty of opportunities to slaughter them later.
At the summit of the mountain, the surviving disciples and elders of the Wutong Holy Land were completely dumbfounded.
They were fighting desperately—
And the elders leading the team ran away?!
Who were they? They were disciples of the Wutong Holy Land, the top prodigies from the most elite faction in the Profound Sky Continent. Wherever they went, were they not revered and respected?
Following three Tribulation Realm mighty figures on this expedition, they thought it would be a crushing victory that they could win without lifting a finger, a chance to flatten a small sect and establish their prestige.
But now?
Of the three Tribulation Realm experts, one was slain on the spot, his soul annihilated, and even his physical body reduced to ashes.
The other two were chased and hacked at by that young man for half an hour, ultimately forced to burn their origin essence blood and use a forbidden escape technique to flee in a sorry state, not even daring to look back.
Those were Tribulation Realm experts! The mighty figures standing at the very top of the pyramid in the Profound Sky Continent!
And now they had met such an end?!
"It's over... It's all over..."
An Enlightenment Realm elder collapsed onto the wreckage of the flying ship, muttering continuously to himself, his eyes unfocused, completely stripped of his former arrogance.
"Run! Run away! The elders have run away! If we stay, it's a dead end!"
Someone shouted, instantly igniting everyone's desire to survive!
The frozen disciples instantly exploded into chaos, fleeing madly in all directions, crying out for their parents, only wishing they had been born with two extra legs. Where was the dignity of Holy Land disciples now?
However, their movements were ultimately too slow.
Ye Chuan's gaze swept over the fleeing Wutong Holy Land disciples without the slightest intention of holding back.
"Sacred artifact, open!"
He raised his hand and summoned it. The Human Emperor Flag instantly flew out, expanding in the wind. The golden banner unfurled, and a majestic pressure swept across the entire area.
"Running? I hope you can run as fast as those two old men."
Ye Chuan activated the Human Emperor Flag. "Domain, open!"
As his words fell, the domain of the Human Emperor Flag instantly spread out, casting a barrier of light that covered a radius of a hundred miles, locking all the attempting-to-flee Wutong Holy Land disciples entirely within the domain.
Those disciples crashed into the light barrier and were instantly bounced back. No matter how they pushed their spiritual energy or executed escape techniques, they could not break through this seemingly thin layer of light.
Then, void chains appeared, piercing through the bodies of those disciples and elders one after another, intending to extract their souls.
"Master! Wait a moment!"
Ji Lingxuan's expression changed. She immediately teleported to Ye Chuan's side, reaching out to stop him, and urged him anxiously,
"Don't kill them all! You have already killed Elder Chiyan and chased away Mo Chen and Xuanfeng. You have established your dominance."
"If you kill all these people, then you and the Wutong Holy Land will truly be locked in a fight to the death, with absolutely no room for negotiation!"
She knew the foundation of the Wutong Holy Land too well. Their Ascension Realm patriarch was still alive, and there were still Tribulation Realm elders guarding the sect.
If he really killed all these disciples, the Wutong Holy Land would inevitably come out in full force!
Even if it meant mutual destruction, they would probably fight Ye Chuan and the Yuxu Sect to the bitter end. At that point, even the Taichu Holy Land would find it hard to protect them.
Hearing this, Ye Chuan just shook his head after seeing it was the Holy Son trying to dissuade him.
"Room for negotiation? From the moment they marched their massive army to the gates of the Yuxu Sect, shouting about flattening this place and leaving neither man nor beast alive, there was no room for negotiation."
"If my strength had been lacking today, the ones dead would be me, Bai Qianshuang, and everyone in the Yuxu Sect."
"Since they dared to come, they must be prepared to be wiped out. From the very beginning, it has been a fight to the death between us."
As his words fell, Ye Chuan raised his hand again, and the golden light of the Human Emperor Flag surged!
Countless chains pierced through the bodies of every Wutong Holy Land cultivator in the domain like venomous snakes, accurately locking onto their souls and violently pulling them out, sucking them all into the Human Emperor Flag.
In just a few short breaths, there was not a single living soul left in the domain. All the cultivators of the Wutong Holy Land had their souls destroyed, leaving only cold, empty shells scattered across the ground.
Silence finally returned to the mountain peak, leaving only the howling of the wind blowing past the wreckage and the thick stench of blood permeating the air.
Looking at the scene before her, Ji Lingxuan opened her mouth but ultimately could not say anything more.
She knew in her heart that Ye Chuan was right. From the moment the Wutong Holy Land army pressed down on their borders, this grudge was destined to be a fight to the death.
After Ye Chuan's attributes surged a bit, what he cared about most was Chiyan not far away. Although his soul was already fragmented, the Human Emperor Flag could still absorb it.
[Absorbed a Tribulation Realm soul, magical treasure amplifies host attributes by +200%]
Ye Chuan's eyes lit up. "Hiss."
Ninety-nine percent pure, a rare item.
Under the magical treasure's original pay-to-win enhancement, this amplification achieved an effect where one plus one was greater than two!
"I feel like the next time I run into those two guys, I shouldn't give them time to escape." Ye Chuan felt the power within his body.
Ye Chuan put away the demonic sword and the Human Emperor Flag, turning to look at Ji Lingxuan with a slightly softened tone:
"Thank you, Holy Son, for making a special trip to come to our aid. I will remember this favor."
Ji Lingxuan snapped back to reality, shaking his head helplessly with a wry smile.
"I didn't really help out at all. I was just watching the show the entire time."
"Instead, the Grandmaster has shattered my expectations time and time again. If you searched the entire Tianxuan Continent, you wouldn't find another person like him."

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lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!