The Demon Race Patriarch's pupils constricted as he prepared to strike at any moment.
Ye Yunfei sat there, picking up a cup of tea and taking a light sip. He appeared utterly at ease, completely ignoring the massive black hand stretching towards him.
Hu Miao stood beside Ye Yunfei, her expression equally calm without a trace of panic.
Hu Miao was the only being in this world who knew Ye Yunfei's true origins, and thus she possessed absolute faith in him!
In her mind, Ye Yunfei was omnipotent!
So, even though the energy pressure emanating from that black hand was terrifying to the extreme, and Hu Miao stood there utterly unable to move, she didn't care in the slightest.
The Demon Race Patriarch had already risen to his feet, power surging violently within his body like a volcano about to erupt.
'This kid sure knows how to put on an act,' thought the Mysterious Turtle, watching everything from in front of the Ancestral Temple within the Ziwei Sect headquarters.
And then...
Ye Yunfei casually flicked his hand.
BOOOOM...
The Ziwei Ancestral Temple erupted with torrential violet divine radiance, illuminating that stretch of sky with crystal clarity.
Next, everyone saw a piece of yellow cloth leisurely ascend into the air, drifting out from the Ziwei Sect headquarters towards Ye Yunfei's location.
The yellow cloth seemed to move slowly, but before anyone could react, it had already floated to a position directly above Ye Yunfei's head.
At this moment, everyone besides Ye Yunfei — the three black-clad elders, the Demon Race Patriarch, Hu Miao — all felt an indescribably terrifying pressure that stirred primal fear from the depths of their Soul Bodies!
They found themselves frozen, able only to stand there dumbstruck, staring at that piece of yellow cloth.
'What is this?!' Horror washed over everyone present.
'So it's true! The kid really did completely activate the Ziwei Great Emperor's Edict, and he even repaired it!' The Mysterious Turtle trembled with excitement at this sight.
'This is the might of our Ziwei Ancestor!' Within the Ziwei Sect headquarters, Sect Leader Liu and other high-ranking elders all showed expressions of reverence.
The experts from the Four Directions Trading Company, Qingfeng Monastery, Earth Kill, and other factions were all stunned, their gazes locked onto the yellow cloth above Ye Yunfei.
'The Ziwei Sect truly lives up to its status as a legacy touched by a Great Emperor. The depth of their heritage is beyond our imagination,' sighed expert Lu Yugang along with others.
Meanwhile.
The three black-clad elders knew things had taken a bad turn. They exchanged glances, seeing sheer terror in each other's eyes.
The black-clad elder who had attacked Ye Yunfei earlier had his great hand extended, frozen mid-air. He struggled desperately to pull it back but found it utterly impossible.
'Die,' Ye Yunfei's gaze swept towards that black-clad elder as he spoke softly.
BOOOOM...
The yellow cloth spun rapidly as it shot towards the black-clad elder.
'Brat! Our positions within the Corpse World are extraordinary! If you kill us, the Corpse Lord will never let you off!
You better think of the consequences before you act!' The black-clad elder was so frightened his soul nearly flew from his body, shrieking with all his might.
The energy pressure released by this piece of yellow cloth was too dreadful; he knew he had no power to resist it.
'Since you wanted to kill me, you should have had the resolution to be killed in return. At this point, invoking your Corpse Lord is meaningless.
Moreover, even if I let you go now, would you not seek trouble for me again in the future?
Better to root them out completely,' Ye Yunfei said with a smile.
The spinning yellow cloth swept past, cleanly decapitating the black-clad elder. Blood spurted from the severed neck.
The elder's head soared high into the air, his face etched with disbelief and unwillingness.
He never could have imagined that he would die here, right outside the gate of this long-declined Ziwei Sect.
The remaining two black-clad elders and the Demon Race Patriarch were equally full of disbelief.
Poof!
Rolling blood mist materialized, and an eerie figure concealed within shot forward, grabbed the black-clad elder's corpse, and began absorbing its essence.
'We must leave!' The two remaining black-clad elders looked at each other, seeing stark terror on each other's faces.
They desperately wanted to retreat immediately, turn, and flee.
But the energy pressure emanating from that piece of yellow cloth was too terrifying. It completely locked onto them, making every movement a struggle.
'I finally understand why Young Master Su has been so composed all along.
The Ziwei Sect's heritage is so powerful it exceeds my imagination!
Fortunately, I chose to befriend Young Master Su earlier and never harbored any greedy thoughts towards the secrets on his person or the Ziwei Sect's hidden depths.
Otherwise, the consequences would have been severe.' Watching the yellow cloth, the Demon Race Patriarch felt a wave of relief wash over him for befriending Ye Yunfei.
'Now it's your turn,' Ye Yunfei's gaze settled on the remaining two black-clad elders.
'Su Fei! Don't bring ruin upon yourself!
The three of us hold extremely high status within the Corpse World. You've already killed one; if you kill us as well, the Corpse Lord will be enraged, and he might mobilize the full strength of the Corpse World to settle accounts with you!' One black-clad elder said grimly.
'I've already killed one. What harm in killing two more?' Ye Yunfei chuckled.
Boom!
Ye Yunfei pointed a finger. The yellow cloth spun at blinding speed, slicing forward. With a *pfft*, another black-clad elder's head was severed.
The Blood Clone waved its hand, drawing the headless corpse and the severed head towards it, beginning to drain its blood.
'And just you left,' Ye Yunfei turned his gaze to the final black-clad elder, smiling coldly.
'Brat! How dare you!' The last elder, filled with both terror and fury, roared.
Pfft!
The yellow cloth spun past once more, decapitating the final black-clad elder. Blood sprayed from the neck wound.
Swoosh!
The Blood Clan Clone appeared beside the elder's corpse, lifting it up to absorb its blood essence.
'Slaying them all!' The Demon Race Patriarch stood there, his face a mask of utter incredulity.
Earlier, he had anticipated an earth-shattering, intense battle. He never imagined the three black-clad elders would be so effortlessly disposed of by Ye Yunfei.
The strength of these three elders was no weaker than his own!
Yet here, on Ziwei Sect's territory, they couldn't even make the slightest splash!
By now, the blood essence of all three black-clad elders had been completely absorbed and refined by the Blood Clan Clone.
Of course, all their treasures and wealth had also been taken by the clone.
'Old Senior, let us continue to savor our tea,' Ye Yunfei said to the Demon Race Patriarch.
'Hahaha... Excellent, excellent, excellent! We'll continue savoring our tea!' The Demon Race Patriarch emerged from his shocked state, laughing heartily.
After that, Ye Yunfei and the Demon Race Patriarch conversed over tea, discussing various interesting stories from the Eastern Barrens, even exchanging insights on cultivation from time to time.
'Young Friend Su, your breadth of vision and knowledge surpasses mine in every aspect. I am utterly convinced!
Young Friend Su, you are a friend of this old man despite our age difference, and I have decided to befriend you for sure!' In the end, the Demon Race Patriarch was filled with admiration, declaring with a hearty laugh.
By now, the attitude he held towards Ye Yunfei was completely that of an equal!