Until the moment he stepped out of the teleportation channel, Ye Wuchen was still pondering how to negotiate with the leader of Group One after capturing that old ghost, the 'Tribulation Transcendent.'
After all, the target was ranked thirty on the Individual Peak Leaderboard—a mid-to-upper-tier powerhouse even within Group One. There was no way their leader would ignore the matter.
So, should he demand compensation in points outright?
Or force them to yield a spot in the Demon-Slaying Trial?
A tough choice!
Though the battle hadn’t even begun, Ye Wuchen saw no harm in planning his post-victory demands in advance.
Such was the confidence born of overwhelming strength—he didn’t believe that Group One’s 'Tribulation Transcendent' stood a chance against him.
If not for Group One’s ancient history and profound accumulated resources, that guy wouldn’t even be able to hold his position!
After all these years, his strength had barely budged. Stagnating was one thing, but now he dared to bully members of Ye Wuchen’s group in their own worlds?
This time, he’d make sure the bastard never returned!
Whoosh!
The moment Ye Wuchen stepped out of the portal, brimming with confidence, a massive fist materialized before his eyes before he could even react. The razor-sharp gale force alone stung his face like blades!
Hiss!
Damn, that speed!
So he’s got some tricks up his sleeve!
Watch me—
BAM!
Ye Wuchen’s mind blanked. He hadn’t dodged in time. The punch nearly knocked him into a system crash, his skull ringing like a gong.
Rip—
Next, he felt his collar yanked violently. A monstrous force sent him spinning through space before he abruptly found himself adrift in a chaotic void.
Only then did the realization hit him.
He... might actually be at a disadvantage here?
Sure, the guy had pulled a cheap shot, but there was no denying his terrifying strength!
Steadying his nerves, Ye Wuchen shed his arrogance and warily eyed the young man in dark-blue Daoist robes ahead.
One glance, and his soul nearly fled his body.
36 billion combat power?!
Is this really Group One’s 'Tribulation Transcendent'?!
What the hell, Gu Yuan?! Where the $%# did you send me?!
And hey, System Dad, do you seriously think this free mission is reasonable?!
Me... fight him?!
Have you seen what kind of monster this is?!
What kind of broken matchmaking is this?!
‘Severely punish those who harm the group’s interests,’ my ass!
I’m the one getting punished here!
[Warning! An unknown supreme expert has detected you. System assessment: No chance of victory. Mission failed. Initiate immediate retreat?]
YES!
The instant the prompt appeared, Ye Wuchen smashed the confirm button.
[Initiating retreat channel. Please wait...]
CRACK!
A dark-purple halberd suddenly swept through the void, shattering space itself. The nascent retreat channel vanished in an instant.
[Warning! Unknown interference detected. Retreat channel disabled. Cooldown: 150 seconds. Hold on!]
A bone-chilling dread shot up Ye Wuchen’s spine.
I’m screwed!!!
I’m dead!!!
Thud—
With lightning speed, Ye Wuchen’s knees gave out. He dropped to the void floor, groveling: "T-this junior didn’t recognize your esteemed presence! Spare my wretched life, Senior! I’ll do anything—"
He couldn’t die here. Not after enduring countless trials to reach this level, not after clawing his way to his current status. A moment of humiliation meant nothing if it meant survival.
He’d kneel if he had to!
"On your feet!" Chen Yi leveled the Tribulation Halberd at him, its blade crackling with lightning. "Draw your weapon. Attack me with everything you’ve got."
Finally, a halfway decent opponent—and this coward refused to fight? Unacceptable!
The Tribulation Halberd hadn’t made an appearance just to leave disappointed.
"S-Senior, I... I d-dare not..." Ye Wuchen’s legs trembled like reeds, his courage utterly shattered.
Sure, the chat group’s combat power readings had margins of error. Artifacts could amplify strength beyond normal limits.
But...
What kind of godly artifact could multiply 3.8 billion into 36 billion?!
Did such a thing even exist?!
That time he’d slain a 7.8 billion-power high-tier demon? Pure luck—the thing was unarmed, while he had his lifebound artifact, the Stellar River Ribbon, plus the battlefield perfectly suited his Voidwalking Dao, maximizing his cosmic energy.
Even with all those advantages, it’d taken everything he had to win.
Now he was supposed to fight a 36 billion-power freak?
Who also wielded a halberd oozing apocalyptic lightning?!
How was this fair?!
One slip-up, and he’d be paste before he could blink!
"Pathetic."
Chen Yi scoffed, then dispersed his Three-Star Immortal Body clones.
"How about now?"
Gulp.
Ye Wuchen’s throat went dry.
What kind of sorcery is this?!
One 36 billion split into three 6.6 billions?!
Is this some kind of fusion-division game?!
No wonder Gu Yuan sold me out so fast—I’d have done the same...
"S-Senior, I... I still d-dare not..." Ye Wuchen remained a quivering mess.
"Fight. Or die." Chen Yi’s patience expired. The halberd’s tip glowed ominously.
Silence.
If groveling wouldn’t save him, then his discarded pride reignited like wildfire.
A cornered beast still fights—you think you’ve got me pinned?!
In an instant, Ye Wuchen’s spine straightened. His star-embroidered robes billowed as the Stellar River Ribbon unfurled from his sleeves, coiling around him in a radiant galaxy of light.
The next moment, a vast starry sky manifested across the void, its majestic phenomena overwhelming the chaotic currents. The Ribbon lashed out like a celestial serpent as Ye Wuchen’s Dao aura skyrocketed. He stepped forward—a deity striding the cosmos!
"Since you insist, Senior, this junior shall oblige. I beg your mercy!"
His voice rang firm, clinging to decorum even now, hoping for reciprocity.
"All flash, no substance. Take this!"
Chen Yi smirked. The moment Ye Wuchen’s lengthy casting animation ended, he swung the halberd—zero-frame startup!
"Voidwalking Dao—Stellar Annihilation!!!"
Ye Wuchen cast aside all fear, charging forth with everything he had.
One breath later.
He floated limp in the void like a boneless snake, pupils unfocused, muttering:
"One-shot... I got one-shotted..."
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