"Unity Stage? So what! Do you really think you're a match for me?" The Elder froze briefly before his eyes flashed like lightning. With a swift motion, he formed seals with both hands, preparing to unleash a Divine Ability.
In the void above, it was as if a grinding mill had begun turning. A massive white hand, glowing with divine brilliance, extended forth, emanating a dilapidated, ancient pressure.
But Ye Junlin remained calm. Without flinching, he simply raised a finger and pointed.
Boom!
The giant white hand shattered instantly.
"What?!" The Elder's eyes widened in shock, dread rising in his chest.
Whoosh—
Before he could react, Ye Junlin activated the Great Void Technique, vanishing and reappearing in front of him in a blink.
Boom!
Ye Junlin's fist struck like a meteor, packed with killing intent.
"Aaagh!"
Too fast. The Elder didn't even have time to summon a Magical Treasure or talisman before the fist crushed his body and annihilated his soul.
Silence.
Then, chaos.
"Holy crap!!!"
Eyes bulged. Jaws dropped. Disbelief spread like wildfire.
A top-tier Unity Stage expert had just been annihilated in a single punch?
Was this real?
Ye Junlin flicked his fingers, silver hair flowing like silk. A faint smirk curved his lips. "That's it?"
With the Supreme Bone enhancing his foundation, even without Divine Abilities, his close-combat power was absurd. A monster in human form.
Elder Yan's face darkened, his tone like thunder: "All of you—attack! Kill him!!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Seven Elders took action simultaneously. Each one at the Unity Stage, they unleashed their most lethal moves, intending to drown Ye Junlin in sheer force.
Boom!
The heavens trembled, and the sky swirled into a colossal vortex.
Then—behind Ye Junlin, a massive phantom emerged, radiating oppressive might like an ancient Human Emperor's spirit. An instinctive pressure of submission filled the air.
"Human King Seal!"
Ye Junlin raised his hand, casting the technique against the incoming barrage.
Energy surged like a tidal wave, tearing the very fabric of space.
Pfft!
The Elders staggered, coughing blood.
"What kind of Divine Ability is this?" one of them gasped, eyes wide. "It's nothing like the techniques of Yuhua Sect!"
Too tyrannical. Too overwhelming.
Ye Junlin sneered and slammed his palm down once more.
"Falling Shield!"
An Elder panicked, unleashing his life-saving Magical Treasure. A brilliant shield covered in intricate runes emerged, clearly a low-grade Spirit Tool.
Boom!
The shield trembled under impact, cracks spreading, but it barely held together—saving his life by a thread.
"This kid's too strong! Everyone, use your Magical Treasures—now!" the Elder shouted as he retreated in haste.
"Kill!"
The Elders roared, summoning their treasured weapons—each a low-grade Spirit Tool.
"Bi You Sword Technique!"
A white-browed Elder swung a three-foot jade-green sword, unleashing radiant sword light that surged toward Ye Junlin.
The others followed, their Spirit Tools amplifying their attacks into an all-out storm.
Outside the battlefield, the surrounding sects and clans watched eagerly.
To them, the Arid Province was nothing but a backwater—how could someone from there possibly match the Yuhua Sect?
Such arrogance deserved to be crushed.
"Amitabha… so be it." Master Jingchan of the Hanging Temple folded his hands, expression full of fake compassion.
Xue Tianyi of the Xue Family scoffed. "Hypocrite."
As the battle raged, envy flickered in Xue Tianyi's heart. A sneer formed on his face. "Let this freak die already."
"Is it… over?"
Many Arid Province cultivators held their breath, watching the silver-haired youth overwhelmed.
"Oh no, Ye nephew is in danger!" Xu Yonian and the others panicked.
Only Hong Qianye remained composed, arms crossed and eyes calm.
"You ants don't understand anything," he muttered under his breath.
Ever since witnessing Ye Junlin's dominance in the Wei Kingdom, Hong Qianye was certain—this man was far from ordinary.
And sure enough—
Despite the coordinated assault, Ye Junlin only seemed more relaxed.
With a light chuckle, he said, "Alright then—how about this move?"
He activated the Supreme Bone in his chest.
In a flash, divine brilliance erupted.
At his chest, it looked as though a blazing sun was forming—terrifying pressure surged, shaking the world.
"What's going on?!"
The cultivators quaked in fear, faces pale with dread.
Boom!
A pillar of divine light burst from Ye Junlin's chest, like divine wrath sent to cleanse the earth.
This was the Supreme Bone's Divine Ability:
The Heavenly Cataclysm!
"No!"
The seven Elders felt the fatal threat and frantically activated their Spirit Tools to block it.
Screams echoed.
Under the light of the Heavenly Cataclysm, the Elders' Spirit Tools shattered like twigs.
Stripped of protection, the seven howled in terror.
"Elder Yan, save us!!"
Panic gripped Elder Yan. He could no longer remain idle.
Boom!
His full Unity Stage cultivation burst forth, shaking heaven and earth.
Whoosh!
A massive ancient bronze pagoda emerged, its aura oppressive. A mid-grade Spirit Tool—the Pagoda.
Much stronger than their meager treasures, it was the source of Elder Yan's authority within the sect.
"Suppress!"
Elder Yan hurled the Pagoda, aiming to crush the remaining Heavenly Cataclysm light.
But—
Ye Junlin's expression remained playful. "Heh, let's see you try."
[Ding! Detected that the host is facing a peak Unity Stage threat. Activating passive effect 'Growing Stronger Against Strong Opponents.' Cultivation upgraded to Full Unity Stage.]
Boom!
Power erupted from Ye Junlin like a flood. From mid-Unity to full Unity Stage in an instant.
The Heavenly Cataclysm flared wildly once more!
"You—You were hiding your cultivation!!" Elder Yan nearly coughed up blood.
Boom!!
The divine light swept through everything in its path.
"Aaaah!!"
The seven Unity Stage Elders were reduced to ash, their bodies and souls wiped out.
Only Elder Yan barely escaped—blood-soaked, his face twisted in horror.
He never imagined such a terrifying monster could come from the Arid Province!
The world… had changed.
Desperate to survive, he shouted:
"Senior! Let's end this here. Yuhua Sect is willing to withdraw from the competition for the Secret Realm!"
He turned to flee.
But Ye Junlin's cold voice echoed:
"Heh. Come and go as you please?"
A great hand stretched forth, silver hair whipping in the wind, his aura vast enough to blot out the sun.
"You should stay—and die!"
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