"Quit wasting time with this kid. He looks tender enough—let's just butcher him and feast already!" the beast tribe leader growled, eyes gleaming with malice.
"Oh?"
Ye Junlin's lips curled into a cryptic smile—and then he vanished.
Swish!
With a single, devastating punch, the space in front of him cracked, rippling violently.
"You!" the beast tribe leader roared, swinging his wolf-tooth club with full force.
Boom!
He was sent flying over ten meters, his grip on the club faltering. His face twisted in pain before he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
That punch almost injured me?!
As one of the six royal clans of the secret realm, the beast tribe prided themselves on their monstrous physical strength—yet he was at a disadvantage!
"You wretched human, you court death!"
Furious, the beast tribe leader erupted with ancient runes, his aura surging as he charged forward like a stampeding beast.
"Everyone, attack! Kill him!"
The other tribe leaders moved in unison. Some activated their innate divine abilities, while others summoned ancient magical treasures passed down through generations.
Boom boom boom~!
Energy exploded outward in waves, shaking the surrounding mountains and forests for miles.
At the center of the chaos, Ye Junlin stood alone—calm and unyielding—as he faced the six tribe leaders.
Among them, the feather tribe leader's gaze was icy, his silver feathers gleaming like indestructible blades.
Swish!
He flew at Ye Junlin with incredible speed, trying to bisect him with a strike of his wings.
Clang!
A deafening metallic clash rang out.
Ye Junlin met the attack with his bare hand, dispersing the blow with overwhelming force.
He retaliated instantly, his fists blazing with golden light, each strike brimming with surging magical power that forced the tribe leaders to recoil.
"I'll stop you!"
The stone tribe leader roared as a dark halo erupted from his body, forming ripples in the air.
Bang!
He staggered backward, letting out a muffled groan, pain flashing in his eyes.
"Heh, pretty durable." Ye Junlin sneered. That punch had been full power—yet the stone tribe leader had endured it. His body's defense was truly formidable.
Had that been Elder Yan, he would've been pulverized by now.
"Don't panic! As long as we work together, killing this human is just a matter of time!"
The wood tribe leader's voice was low and steady as thick vines tore through the void, intertwined with glowing runes. Each vine was as strong as a third-grade spirit weapon, brimming with power.
"Is that so?"
A moment later, Ye Junlin raised his hand—Heaven-Cutting Finger!
Four enormous golden fingers descended simultaneously, each blazing with boundless divine power.
Crack!
Thousands of vines snapped like dried twigs, and the wood tribe leader was blasted backward, as if struck by lightning.
Only the stone tribe leader's interference spared him from instant death.
Ye Junlin pressed the assault, unleashing a barrage of devastating attacks that wounded each of the tribe leaders in turn.
"He's too strong!"
The feather tribe leader broke out in a cold sweat, his body riddled with wounds and blood seeping from every cut.
Suddenly—
A warm beam of light enveloped him, swiftly healing his injuries.
"You thought we'd be that easy? Underestimating the six tribes will cost you dearly!"
The horn tribe leader—who resembled a rhinoceros monster—stepped forward, the golden horn on his forehead glowing with a sacred light.
Buzz~
The others basked in the holy glow, their injuries vanishing and their spirits renewed.
Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes.
"A built-in healer, huh?"
He had to admit—the six tribe leaders, peak warriors of the Luotian Secret Realm, were formidable. Each one had innate survival abilities. Together, they formed a nearly seamless fighting unit with hardly any weaknesses.
Even a cultivator at the Great Ascension realm would struggle against them.
No wonder they were so confident.
"See now? You can't win! Just give up and die!" the beast tribe leader sneered, trying to crush Ye Junlin's spirit.
If it had been any other Unity Stage cultivator, they might've panicked.
But Ye Junlin showed no fear. In fact, a playful grin formed at the corner of his lips.
"Alright then," he said casually. "Time to test out that new reward I signed in for."
With a flicker of intent, his aura shifted—now regal and oppressive.
BOOM!!!
A terrifying pressure erupted from his body.
In an instant, a vast golden phantom appeared behind him. It had narrow, icy-golden eyes and a star-like mane of hair, wearing an imperial robe that glowed with the radiance of countless celestial bodies.
Upon its head sat an ancient emperor's crown, and a brilliant halo of white light illuminated its back like the dawn piercing through endless darkness.
The Celestial Emperor's Apparition!
"What… is that…?"
The six tribe leaders trembled in sheer terror, their minds plunging into a cold abyss. They felt utterly insignificant—an instinctual desire to kneel overwhelmed them.
As the apparition loomed, its aura swept out in a vast tide. Space and time themselves seemed to freeze.
Beasts across the primordial forest fell flat in fear.
Even cultivators far away in the Arid Province felt the disturbance.
"What the hell is that?!"
They stared into the distance, their hearts thundering.
"That's a divine ability… a top-tier magical technique!"
Ouyang Feng's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
"Could it be… Ye Tianjun?"
Not far away, Hong Qianye also stood in shock, his sharp Danfeng eyes filled with disbelief.
"Did that guy do this?"
Even with all his experience, Hong Qianye had never seen such an apparition. Compared to this, the apparitions from Buddhist sects were garbage.
Even the strongest apparitions from the Central Region paled in comparison. This one inspired worship. Submission.
Even heaven and earth dimmed before it.
With the Celestial Emperor's Apparition behind him, Ye Junlin could feel the immense changes within—and he was pleased.
He glanced coldly at the stunned tribe leaders.
"Hmph."
He flicked his sleeve—Swish!
The feather tribe leader was thrown into the sky, struggling but unable to break free.
"No! Help! Somebody save me!!!"
BOOM!!!
He was crushed mid-air by an invisible hand, his body exploding in a shower of blood.
The other tribe leaders were stunned.
He… he just killed him like that?!
"Oh no…" The beast tribe leader broke into a cold sweat as Ye Junlin's eyes locked onto him.
"You're next."
Ye Junlin raised a fist—Boom!
A golden shockwave surged across the sky.
"AHHH!!!"
The beast tribe leader tried to defend but was instantly reduced to a mist of blood.
"Run! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!"
The four remaining tribe leaders screamed, terrified beyond reason. They activated every escape technique they had, sacrificing lifeforce just to flee.
"Trying to escape?"
Ye Junlin's voice echoed like thunder.
"None of you are leaving alive!"
The Celestial Emperor's Apparition moved—an overwhelming force swept out like a black hole.
"What?!"
The fleeing tribe leaders were horrified to find their bodies being dragged backward, completely out of their control.
"Then let's just fight him head-on!" the stone tribe leader roared, unleashing every last ounce of his power.
"You've got guts."
Ye Junlin snorted, pointing his finger.
BOOM!!!
A golden light flashed.
It was the Heaven-Cutting Finger—a divine technique derived from the Celestial Emperor's Apparition.
"Nooooo!!!"
The stone tribe leader was vaporized by the attack. Even his soul fragments were obliterated—no chance of resurrection.
"Spare us, senior! Please!"
The scale, horn, and wood tribe leaders fell to their knees, begging for their lives, utterly terrified.
Ye Junlin didn't bother replying. He simply waved his hand—three swats, three deaths.
Silence returned.
Ye Junlin dismissed the Celestial Emperor's Apparition, panting slightly.
"Damn, this thing's powerful… but it eats up energy like crazy. I used up 80% just now."
Then his eyes scanned the area.
"…Huh? Where'd that rat go?"
He suddenly realized—the white-haired mouse that had been wounded earlier had disappeared without a trace.
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