"You truly aren't afraid of death?"
Hearing Ye Yunfei's words, Lu Tianyou's eyes narrowed, turning dangerously sharp. He stared at Ye Yunfei and spoke word by word.
"Scram."
Ye Yunfei closed his eyes and spat out a single word.
Boom...
Immediately, torrents of spiritual energy pressure erupted from Lu Tianyou's body, rumbling toward Ye Yunfei like an invisible mountain attempting to crush him.
"So terrifying!"
Wu Heishan, standing nearby, felt his chest tighten as if he were carrying a mountain.
Ye Yunfei's body moved slightly, and a vast surge of energy radiated out, enveloping Wu Heishan. Instantly, Wu Heishan's pressure vanished, and he felt extremely relaxed.
Roar...
Abruptly, Lu Tianyou felt a ferocious, grotesque demon appear in his Soul Sea, shrieking as it lunged to bite his Soul Body.
Ye Yunfei's Soul Power was three times stronger than before, and his application of Thought-Generated Demons was naturally far more potent. Even a True Manifestation Realm expert caught off guard would be unable to withstand it.
Shocked, Lu Tianyou retreated several steps.
Boom...
A black umbrella suddenly manifested within his Soul Sea, shielding his Soul Body.
"This guy actually possesses a secret treasure for soul defense," Ye Yunfei thought, slightly surprised.
"Very well. If you wish to die, I shall grant your wish!"
Lu Tianyou's icy gaze fixed on Ye Yunfei as his anger peaked, making him resemble a savage beast ready to attack at any moment. His spiritual energy churned violently throughout his body, akin to a volcano about to erupt. He prepared to strike at Ye Yunfei.
As the leading figure of the younger generation of the Heaven Emperor Sacred Land, though he had been secluded in training for the past few years and rarely appeared in the world, his status was noble beyond compare. He would not tolerate such a direct provocation in front of everyone.
"Stop!
No one is to engage in conflict within the warship. Otherwise, do not blame me for being impolite!"
Suddenly, one of the Venerable Ones shouted sternly.
Lu Tianyou gave a cold snort before reluctantly retracting his spiritual energy pressure. No matter how bold he was, he dared not provoke a Venerable One.
"Brother Lu, there's no need to be hasty. This boy is arrogant and domineering, his hands stained with blood. He has become a public enemy of our Eastern Region. When the opportunity arises, we shall kill him together."
At that moment, a youth dressed in snow-white robes walked over unhurriedly, casting a cold gaze at Ye Yunfei. This young man's gaze was like sharp blades slicing through space when he looked askance, making others afraid to meet his eyes.
"He is Crown Prince Tianmo, the leading figure of the younger generation from the Azure Dragon Sacred Land. Among the younger generation in the Eastern Region, his combat prowess ranks within the top five. It's said he, like Lu Tianyou, has also been in seclusion training these past few years," Wu Heishan whispered to Ye Yunfei.
"That's correct.
This boy's killing nature is far too heavy. Unless he is eliminated, he will always remain a hidden danger for our Eastern Region."
A young man dressed in a golden robe, his body overflowing with spiritual energy like tides, his presence akin to a Deity descending to the mortal world, also approached and spoke coldly.
"This fellow is Jun Changsheng, the leading figure of the younger generation from the Mysterious Yellow Sacred Land. He, too, has been in seclusion training all these years, rarely showing his face," Wu Heishan explained to Ye Yunfei.
"The leading figures of the Three Sacred Lands have all set their sights on you. Be careful. The combat prowess of these three individuals places them among the top five of the younger generation in the Eastern Region. Each one possesses the strength to leap realms and slay True Manifestation Realm experts. You'd best be cautious," Wu Heishan whispered.
"It's of no concern.
They'd best not provoke me. Otherwise, I will kill them one by one," Ye Yunfei said flatly, seeming unperturbed.
Lu Tianyou, Crown Prince Tianmo, and Jun Changsheng all overheard the conversation between Ye Yunfei and Wu Heishan. Their gazes simultaneously turned ferocious as they glared at Ye Yunfei, eyes brimming with intense killing intent.
It was only after a long while that the three finally left.
"That Ye Yunfei is far too audacious, provoking the leading figures of the Three Sacred Lands simultaneously," the young martial artists nearby watched and secretly sighed in amazement.
"Chen Tianhuo, Xiao Renjie, Huang Shanhe, Luo Zifei, Lei Tiangong... Good heavens! The Sacred Scions from all five great clans have arrived!
Sima Feng, Liang Riyue... the Sacred Scions from the Nine Sects are here as well.
These Sacred Scions represent the absolute peak combat prowess among the younger generation in the Eastern Region. This is truly a grand gathering of heroes this time!"
Suddenly, Wu Heishan recited a string of names one after another, gasping in amazement.
"Brother, be careful. Those Sacred Scions are all watching you," Wu Heishan said to Ye Yunfei.
The so-called Sacred Scion referred to the most core disciple within a major sect or clan—carefully nurtured and possessing the hope to become the next sect leader or clan patriarch.
Each major sect or clan would devote all its resources to nurture its Sacred Scion. Consequently, every Sacred Scion's combat prowess was astonishing, representing the highest standard of their respective faction's disciples.
"They'd best not come looking for trouble with me," Ye Yunfei said blandly, not even bothering to open his eyes.
Wu Heishan looked at the utterly indifferent Ye Yunfei and felt somewhat speechless.
At that moment, inside the warship, countless hostile gazes fixed upon Ye Yunfei. It could be said that the disciples from the Three Sacred Lands, the Five Clans, and the Nine Sects—these major factions of the Eastern Region—all viewed Ye Yunfei as an enemy!
Though Ye Yunfei sensed those hostile stares, he paid them no mind. For him, the young martial artists before him weren't even worth his attention. No matter their numbers, a single punch would suffice to shatter them.
Two days later.
The warship suddenly entered a region of cracked, reddish-black earth.
Rumble...
Faintly, the sounds of battle—clashing, shouts, charges, energy explosions, and mournful cries—continuously resounded throughout this land, stirring both fear and awe. It was as if armies of thousands upon thousands were locked in combat.
Upon entering this region, everyone distinctly sensed that this was indeed a battlefield!
"Young geniuses, from this moment on, please guard your hearts and minds.
This is an ancient battlefield.
In the past, powerful Extraterritorial Invaders invaded our continent, seeking to destroy our homeland.
Our ancestors, in order to protect our home, battled these invaders, shedding their blood and sacrificing their lives. In the end, they drove the Extraterritorial Invaders away," the old man inside the warship said clearly.
Everyone on the warship listened to the sounds of combat emanating from outside and couldn't help but shiver.
After traversing this land for half a day, the warship finally came to a stop.
"We have arrived.
Let's disembark," the old man announced, then took the lead in walking out of the warship.
The young martial artists aboard also filed out.
Before them stretched an endless, desolate land, a scene of utter ruin.
As far as the eye could see, all was devastation, crimson soil extending for countless miles.
On the ground, massive fissures crisscrossed like spiderwebs, clearly the result of powerful external forces!
Woo woo...
All across the land, baleful energies churned and roiled, transforming into hurricanes that swept across with ferocious violence, chilling one to the bone.
One could well imagine the terrifying, brutal battles this land must have endured in the past.