"I advise you, Mao Clan, not to resist. To our Sword Emperor Pavilion, your clan is as weak as ants."
An old man beside Feng Zhe spoke coldly.
The Sword Emperor Pavilion!
Hearing this name, every single high-level member of the Mao Clan was inwardly shocked, and a sense of foreboding gripped them.
To think these people before them were truly from the Sword Emperor Pavilion!
"Esteemed Senior, there has never been any conflict between our Mao Clan and the Sword Emperor Pavilion. Why would the Sword Emperor Pavilion send its forces to deal with our clan?"
The Patriarch asked, unwilling to accept this.
"Isn't the matter perfectly clear?
Feng Zhe is an attendant of our Sword Emperor Pavilion. He holds a grudge against your Mao Clan, so our Sword Emperor Pavilion will conveniently wipe your clan out.
Whether you Mao Clan resent it or not doesn't matter. Just accept your deaths obediently."
The old man's tone was indifferent, filled with an attitude of looking down from on high.
For the Sword Emperor Pavilion, a paltry Mao Clan was truly too weak and insignificant; he didn't even take them seriously.
"Hmph!
Even if you are from the Sword Emperor Pavilion, you won't find it so easy to exterminate our Mao Clan!"
Unable to hold back, a Mao Clan Patriarch let out a cold snort.
"Bring all the Mao Clan's core and inner disciples forward!"
Feng Zhe waved a hand and said coldly.
Immediately, a large group of young people bound with ropes were pushed forward—all of them elite disciples of the Mao Clan.
"Release our clansmen at once!"
Seeing those youths, the Patriarch could not help but fly into a rage.
"Hahaha…
You old fool, can't you see the situation clearly yet?!
You there!
I'll count out a number and then kill a Mao Clan disciple. I want the people of the Mao Clan to witness with their own eyes as these so-called most talented disciples are killed one by one.
These people represent the hope for the Mao Clan's future. Right now, I intend to crush that hope from the start!"
Feng Zhe roared with laughter.
Immediately, many warriors of the Sword Emperor Pavilion rushed forward, holding long blades and placing them at the necks of those Mao Clan disciples.
"How dare you!"
Both frantic and furious, the Patriarch and the five Clan Elders charged toward the elite Mao Clan disciples, wanting to rescue them.
What Feng Zhe said was true; these elite Mao Clan disciples represented the future hope of the clan. Their death would be an extremely heavy blow, a loss the Mao Clan could not possibly endure.
"Back off!"
The three World Creation Realm old men beside Feng Zhe simultaneously let out low shouts. Stepping forward together, they unleashed rolling torrents of energy that forced the Mao Clan Patriarch and the five Elders to retreat.
The Patriarch and the five Elders were one level lower than those three old men—they simply were not their match!
"Kill them!"
Feng Zhe shouted loudly.
One of the Sword Emperor Pavilion disciples raised his long blade and slashed towards a core disciple of the Mao Clan.
"It seems I can't avoid making a move anymore."
Suddenly, Ye Yunfei appeared, shaking his head.
Then, with a flick of his finger, Ye Yunfei directly shattered the blade in the Sword Emperor Pavilion disciple's hand, followed by a slap that pulverized the disciple's head.
Ye Yunfei knew that if he didn't intervene, the Mao Clan would be utterly incapable of handling these Sword Emperor Pavilion forces. Without hesitation, he emerged from the secret chamber to act.
"Young Master!"
Seeing Ye Yunfei suddenly appear, the Patriarch and the five Elders were somewhat surprised.
"Bastard, seeking death!
Everyone, kill him!"
Feng Zhe saw Ye Yunfei kill a Sword Emperor Pavilion disciple and flew into a rage, barking the command sharply.
He thought Ye Yunfei was a member of the Mao Clan.
Immediately, more than a dozen Sword Emperor Pavilion disciples charged toward Ye Yunfei.
Boom!
The Blood Clan clone appeared, unleashing a surging bloody mist that spread out continuously. Instantly, all Sword Emperor Pavilion disciples enveloped by that bloody mist felt the blood in their bodies begin to churn violently.
The Blood Clan clone reached out a hand, seizing the dozen or so Sword Emperor Pavilion disciples right there. In one breath, it sucked all of their Origin Essence Blood dry.
But the Blood Clan clone did not stop. It charged towards the other Sword Emperor Pavilion disciples nearby, continuously sucking their Origin Essence Blood.
"It's a Blood Clan!"
Feng Zhe's eyes narrowed as he stared at the Blood Clan clone, crying out in astonishment.
The Feixian Continent was a core world where the Blood Clan often appeared, so the inhabitants of the Feixian Continent could all recognize them.
At this moment, the Blood Clan clone activated its astonishing movement technique, continuously chasing and devouring the Origin Essence Blood of those Sword Emperor Pavilion disciples.
"Everyone, move! Kill this Blood Clan creature!"
Feng Zhe roared in fury.
Immediately, the dozens of Heavenly Longevity Realm experts of the Sword Emperor Pavilion led the charge toward the Blood Clan. The other Sword Emperor Pavilion forces also rushed over from all sides.
Ye Yunfei flashed through space, arriving beside the Blood Clan clone. With one fist each, he successively annihilated seven or eight Heavenly Longevity Realm experts.
The Blood Clan clone devoured all the Origin Essence Blood of these Heavenly Longevity Realm masters, its strength climbing continuously.
"How is this possible? When did your Mao Clan produce such a monstrous disciple?!"
Those Sword Emperor Pavilion experts, witnessing the astonishing combat prowess Ye Yunfei displayed, were all finding it difficult to believe. In their minds, the Mao Clan was merely a second-rate power within the Tianxiong Domain. They couldn't possibly nurture such a monstrous young disciple.
"You Mao Clan actually collude with the Blood Clan!"
An old man beside Feng Zhe scolded sharply.
"The Blood Clan is one of the cruellest races in the world. For our human race, in particular, they are a public enemy!
Your Mao Clan is also of the human race. To actually collude with the Blood Clan is nothing less than betraying our entire race!"
"If I kill all of you, no one will know,"
Ye Yunfei's gaze turned toward the old man, and he offered a parting of his lips into a grin.
"A mere brat who still smells of milk, thinking to kill me? Pure wishful thinking.
Boy, come over here!"
The old man roared in anger, and he violently thrust out a large hand, grabbing toward Ye Yunfei.
Boom!
The large hand swept through the air, continuously expanding until it blanketed the sky and covered the earth in an instant. It released a terrifying energy pressure, bearing down toward Ye Yunfei.
"Fine. I'll just test how strong a World Creation Realm expert's power truly is,"
Ye Yunfei let out a cold laugh. Not dodging or evading, he threw a punch directly.
"What?
Boy, you actually dare to clash head-on with me?
You truly don't know your place from your backside!"
The old man saw Ye Yunfei making a move, daring to challenge him directly. He felt both furious and amused.
Boom!
Ye Yunfei's fist collided violently with the old man's large hand. The combat energy released caused the heavens and earth to tremble intensely.
Then, one black spatial crack after another appeared in this space, spreading like black spiderwebs.
"Nothing impressive,"
Ye Yunfei stood his ground, not retreating half a step. He issued another cold laugh.
"How is this possible?
A mere junior at the Antecedent Star Observing realm can actually receive my attack head-on and emerge completely unscathed?"
The old man was dumbfounded, finding it impossible to believe.
In theory, with his strength, a single move should allow him to slaughter dozens—if not hundreds—of Antecedent Star Observing realm practitioners easily!