Are you coming back for dinner

Ye Chuan watched the frantically retreating fleet, raising an eyebrow slightly.

It wasn't that he wanted to kill them all. It was just that he had barely tested the Insta-kill rule he just acquired, and these people were already running away. It felt a bit uncooperative for his experiment.

"Halt."

The moment the word fell, the power of his Word of Spirit spread out like invisible chains, and the entire starry sky seemed to be hit with a pause button.

The spatial ripples outside the hulls of the warships that had just initiated their warp jumps instantly solidified. The warp channels were stuck half-open, as if someone had violently choked them by the neck.

All the warships stopped.

The space they occupied was locked down by a single sentence from Ye Chuan. They couldn't even slide forward a single millimeter.

Inside the command center, the surviving members of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance watched this scene, their faces beyond pale.

In the distance, a powerful Winged Race expert forcefully rushed out of a warship, unfurling six silver wings behind him as he pushed the rule of speed to its absolute limit.

He wanted to tear open the locked space and forcibly escape with the flagship.

On the other side, an old man with black scales stepped out from the Snake Race's Abyss Guard. His vertical pupils were ice-cold, and the phantom of a giant snake coiled in the starry sky emerged behind him.

Both of them were Rule-type experts.

One mastered Extreme Speed.

One mastered Devour.

Placed on the borders of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, they were both top-tier combatants capable of guarding an entire star system.

But as soon as they appeared, Ye Chuan turned his head to look at them.

Just a single glance.

The six silver wings behind the Winged Race expert suddenly stiffened. The speed rule, which had been so fast it was almost beyond perception, shattered on the spot like glass.

His body still maintained its sprinting posture, but his life force had completely vanished.

The black-scaled old man's pupils violently contracted. The giant snake phantom behind him had just opened its mouth when it was grabbed by its weak point by an invisible giant hand, collapsing with a bang.

In the next second, he died too.

Two Rule-type experts lost all signs of life under a single look from Ye Chuan.

The starry sky was deathly quiet.

Within the Alliance fleet, there were originally those who wanted to force a resistance, but after witnessing this scene, all their will to fight was extinguished like they were doused in cold water.

That was a gap they couldn't even comprehend.

"I am at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, who dares to challenge me?" Ye Chuan stood with his hands behind his back. With just a sliver of his aura, he suppressed this entire star system, leaving no one daring to harbor any thoughts of resistance!

Peak of the Golden Immortal Realm.

An immortal soul, uncorrupted through ten thousand tribulations.

Even if the power systems were different, it didn't prevent Ye Chuan from standing at a higher echelon and crushing them in the simplest and most brutal way possible.

Someone from the Alliance opened the public channel, their voice extremely hoarse. "Cease fire."

The expressions of several Alliance generals nearby changed drastically. "Are you crazy? Bowing to a human? The Myriad Court will never let us off!"

"If we don't bow down, we die right now."

Those generals instantly fell silent.

This was the biggest difference between the Ten Thousand Races Alliance and the Human Federation.

The Human Federation had systems, councils, and all sorts of schemes and balanced interests.

But the Alliance was much more direct.

They respected bloodlines, respected races, and respected the most primal individual power.

If it were a Human Federation fleet that had barged in today, no matter how strong the enemy's firepower was, the Alliance would fight to the death.

Because that was civilization against civilization.

That was faction against faction.

But Ye Chuan was different.

He didn't bring a fleet to pressure their borders, nor did he rely on the Human Federation's technological weapons to slaughter his way in.

He was just one person standing there.

And yet he suppressed the entire border fleet to the point they couldn't even lift their heads.

This kind of immense strength was actually easier to understand in the mindset of the Alliance.

And even easier to revere.

The Snake Race was the first to react. Taking a deep breath, they led a few generals who could still speak and flew out of the warship, arriving in the void outside the command center.

They didn't get too close.

Because no one was sure if Ye Chuan might get slightly displeased and casually pinch them to death as well.

A Snake Race woman lowered her head, her voice hoarse. "The fleet of the Third Border is willing to temporarily submit."

Ye Chuan looked at her. "Temporarily?"

The Snake Race woman's body stiffened, and she hastily corrected herself. "We are willing to obey your commands."

Ye Chuan didn't dwell on the wording.

He knew the Ten Thousand Races Alliance wasn't a monolithic block.

These people bowing down didn't mean the entire Alliance was bowing down.

But it didn't matter.

He hadn't planned on unifying the Alliance right now anyway.

He only wanted Source Stones.

Ye Chuan raised his hand, a speck of black-gold light appearing at his fingertip. "The locations of the Source Stone veins."

The Snake Race woman didn't hesitate and immediately transmitted a star map.

"These are all the Source Stone vein coordinates that the Third Border has access to."

Ye Chuan glanced at the star map and found that it was basically consistent with the locations in Xuan Jiao's memory.

He nodded. "What about the data on the Cultivation Civilization?"

The Snake Race woman said softly, "The border database only has partial fragmented records. The truly complete data is in the core area of the Myriad Court."

After saying this, she paused, seemingly afraid of Ye Chuan's dissatisfaction, and immediately added.

"However, the Third Border has the authority to pull up some copies."

"I can have someone compile them immediately."

Ye Chuan gave her a look. "Now."

The Snake Race woman immediately lowered her head. "Yes."

The Alliance members in the command center finally sprang into action.

Everyone moved very quickly.

So quickly that it seemed they were terrified that if they were even a second late, Ye Chuan would casually single them out.

Ye Chuan stood before the shattered observation window, looking at the locked-down fleet, his tone casual. "Don't be nervous."

"I said, I only want Source Stones."

The crowd in the command center remained silent.

They now fully believed that Ye Chuan really only wanted Source Stones.

The problem was, his method of getting Source Stones was more terrifying than a robbery.

At least in a robbery, you could negotiate a price.

He was different.

If negotiations failed, he would just flip the table and then ask you where the stuff was.

The spatial Word of Spirit locking the fleet slowly dissipated.

The warships finally regained their mobility, but not a single one dared to immediately warp away.

The entire fleet remained parked in place.

As if waiting for Ye Chuan's next words.

Ye Chuan looked at the Snake Race woman. "Lead the way."

The Snake Race woman's heart tightened. "Where to?"

"Lab D23."

"We'll collect the Source Stone veins there first."

The Snake Race woman's expression shifted slightly, but she dared not refuse, only bowing her head in response. "Yes."

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The Phantom was still parked near the warp channel.

Su Rui sat in the pilot's seat, her hands resting in front of the console. She had maintained this posture for a long time.

Lin Xi leaned against the back of the adjacent seat, her face full of bewilderment.

Neither of them spoke.

Because they didn't know what to say right now either.

Ye Chuan had just been near the ship, but then he suddenly seemed to notice something, looked up, and said, So it's over there.

And then, he was gone.

He disappeared right in front of them before even finishing his greeting.

Su Rui stared at the ship's screen, feeling like her brain was a bit stuck as well.

"Did he... just go straight to the Ten Thousand Races Alliance?"

Lin Xi thought for a moment, her tone uncertain. "Probably?"

Su Rui took a deep breath and looked back at the warp channel.

She actually really wanted to just fly the ship away.

But reason told her that it was best not to entertain that thought.

Ye Chuan could even kill Eldritch Immortals; he could even trace spatial coordinates in reverse.

If she really tried to make a run for it, she probably wouldn't even clear two warp jump points before hearing a voice right behind her ask, "What are you running from?"

Just imagining that scene was enough to make Su Rui's heart give out.

Resting her chin in her hands, Lin Xi suddenly whispered, "Sister Su Rui, what do you think Mr. Ye is doing right now?"

Su Rui stared at the unchanging star map on the screen, her expression numb.

"I don't know."

"But things over at the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races must be pretty lively."

Lin Xi thought about it for a moment and nodded in deep agreement.

"True."

"Mr. Ye going over there by himself is way more terrifying than sending an entire fleet."

Su Rui gave a bitter smile. "More than just an entire fleet."

Still, all they could do was sit there like two kids left in the car, obediently waiting for their parent—who had run off to god-knows-where to wreck the place—to come back.

Was he still coming back for dinner?