"Traitorous disciple, do you truly believe the Guardian Faction is so formidable? If all the living beings from the eight void realms truly allied to deal with the Guardian Faction, I do not believe they could withstand it. However, regardless, your day of reckoning has come."
The Great Leader's voice was sharp and biting.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the Great Leader's palm shot forward. Immediately, the phantom of a massive silver-scaled beast's claw materialized before him, shimmering with a cold radiance. Claw tips dozens of feet long tore through the space ahead, carving five pitch-black spatial fissures.
The terrifying energy radiating from this silver-scaled beast's claw boiled and surged like an ocean, instantly engulfing a vast expanse of space ahead.
Sensing the powerful energy pressure emanating from the Great Leader's direction, Ye Yunfei couldn't help but glance over, his heart secretly marveling.
This must be a special phenomenon cultivated from some unique art—the destructive force was immense.
BOOM!
The Second Chief also made his move. Astonishingly, his technique was identical to the Great Leader's—a single palm thrust forward, and a phantom of a massive silver-scaled beast's claw materialized ahead.
Most of the Second Chief's skills stemmed from the Great Leader, so it was no surprise they employed the same techniques.
KABOOM!
Their attacks collided. The space between them instantly shattered into fragments, endless shards of spacetime swirling madly.
"Very well. Next, it's your turn. I despise traitors most of all," Ye Yunfei declared, striding purposefully toward the Second Chief. The White Short Sword hovered above his head, radiating a rolling divine aura.
Ye Yunfei employed the Nine Dragons Supreme Step. Each step traversed a vast stretch of spatial distance, closing the gap to the Second Chief at an astonishing speed.
"Not good! That kid Ye Yunfei is coming straight for me!" Seeing Ye Yunfei charge toward him, the Second Chief's face instantly turned pale.
Though he was also an Advanced Void God, his strength was inferior to the white-haired elder's. Even that elder couldn't defeat Ye Yunfei. He knew full well he stood no chance against Ye Yunfei alone. If Ye Yunfei and the Great Leader joined forces, his situation would be hopeless.
"Young Master Ye, I wish to personally slay this traitorous disciple," the Great Leader immediately sent a voice transmission as he saw Ye Yunfei approach.
"Very well," Ye Yunfei replied, immediately halting his advance.
He understood the Great Leader's sentiment—to painstakingly nurture someone over so many years, only for them to turn into a viper. If the Great Leader didn't personally kill the Second Chief, he likely would never find peace.
"Then my next target is you." Ye Yunfei turned, his icy gaze settling on a slightly portly elder in the distance.
At that moment, Cui Hong and the Flower Goddess Palace Master were jointly confronting this portly elder. Previously, Cui Hong had fought the elder alone, barely holding his ground with the help of the Flame Race's ancestral fire spear, but he had been consistently at a disadvantage. After Xiaoliang Temple's Master suddenly appeared and entangled the pale gold-robed middle-aged man, the Flower Goddess Palace Master immediately moved to assist Cui Hong. After all, they both cared deeply for each other. Although the Flower Goddess Palace Master was often verbally harsh and stern with Cui Hong, her heart held genuine affection.
Working together, Cui Hong and the Flower Goddess Palace Master handled the portly elder with relative ease. While they might not secure victory quickly, they had already applied immense pressure on him.
With his hands clasped behind his back and a murderous aura swirling around him, Ye Yunfei strode toward the portly elder, his gaze fixed on his target.
"Not good! That kid is coming toward me!" The portly elder flinched as he saw Ye Yunfei approaching.
"It seems defending the Guardian Faction's headquarters is impossible. There's no need to throw my life away here," the portly elder thought grimly, his eyes sweeping over the chaotic battlefield as thoughts of retreat surfaced.
"I sense that old bastard intends to flee," Hun Lao suddenly transmitted to Ye Yunfei.
No sooner had Hun Lao spoken than the portly elder feigned an attack, made a deceptive move, and turned to flee.
But Ye Yunfei, warned by Hun Lao, was ready.
WHOOSH!
The White Short Sword above his head erupted instantly, locking onto the portly elder and shooting forward like a bolt of white lightning. The path it carved through the air left a long, dark spatial tear spanning tens of thousands of miles, as if it had cleaved the void in two.
The sword's speed was astonishing, reaching the fleeing elder's back in an instant. Ye Yunfei noted that once the sword locked onto its target's soul aura, it pursued with relentless, lethal speed.
"Where do you think you're going?!" Cui Hong and the Flower Goddess Palace Master roared in unison, giving chase the moment the elder turned to flee.
Ye Yunfei took nine consecutive steps. Nine colossal dragon phantoms materialized behind him, then merged into one. Simultaneously, the phantom of an ancient emperor appeared. Whenever Ye Yunfei used the Nine Dragons Supreme Step, he habitually activated his Emperor Heart Method to amplify his aura and impose crushing pressure on his foes.
"Aaaah... NO!"
While fleeing, the portly elder suddenly sensed a terrifying crisis from behind. He realized the White Short Sword had already struck his back, cleanly cleaving his body in two.
Cui Hong, the Flower Goddess Palace Master, and Ye Yunfei arrived almost simultaneously, surrounding the bisected elder.
"Hahaha... Now you have no escape!" Cui Hong laughed heartily.
During the earlier fight, Cui Hong had been pressed hard by this elder and had been in a sorry state. After the Flower Goddess Palace Master came to his aid, things became much easier. Now, with Ye Yunfei joining the fray, the portly elder found himself in an absolutely dire situation.
Gripping the blazing fire spear with both hands, Cui Hong launched a frenzied assault. The Flower Goddess Palace Master summoned tens of thousands of flowers, densely packing the space to encircle the elder's two halves.
"Senior Cui, Palace Master, let's join forces and finish this one off!" Ye Yunfei said with a smile. He willed the White Short Sword to slash forward once more, just as the portly elder was attempting to reform his body, reducing him to scattered pieces.
Simultaneously, Ye Yunfei unleashed Moon Soul Slash and the Soul Force Star Method, targeting the elder's Soul Body. The White Short Sword alone was beyond the elder's ability to withstand. Combined with the joint assault from Ye Yunfei, Cui Hong, and the Flower Goddess Palace Master, resistance was impossible.
In just a few moves, all his remaining limbs and fragments were blasted apart. His Soul Body tried to flee in terror, but found itself surrounded by a pale full moon, over thirty Soul Power stars, and soul swords. Escape was impossible.
"No! I am unwilling! I, an Advanced Void God, did not think I would fall here... I never should have come to this Eighth Void. Not only did I lose a True God-level Dao Weapon, but now I lose my very life here as well!"
These were the bitter, agonized screams the portly elder's Soul Body made just before Ye Yunfei completely devoured it. Ye Yunfei's thirty-plus Soul Power stars swarmed over it, thoroughly disintegrating the Soul Body.
To Ye Yunfei's surprise, after devouring this elder's Soul Body, he discovered most of its memories had been erased as well, leaving only fragments.
"It seems these Advanced Void Gods of the Guardian Faction know I can acquire memories by devouring Soul Bodies. They used secret methods before death to erase most of their memories," Ye Yunfei mused inwardly, feeling a twinge of regret. This elder hailed from another void realm outside. Obtaining his memories could have provided valuable insights.
"My Blood Race clone's strength has increased notably once more!" After the Blood Race clone refined the elder's bloodline essence, Ye Yunfei sensed a significant boost in the energy aura radiating from it.
"After devouring the Soul Bodies of two Advanced Void Gods, my Soul Power energy has also risen considerably," Ye Yunfei thought, assessing his current Soul Power intensity.
"Two Advanced Void Gods remain. Let me devour their Soul Bodies. They are very useful to me."
At that moment, Ye Yunfei received a transmission from Huang Shang, who was elsewhere on the battlefield fighting the Guardian Faction's deities alongside other divine beings of the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds.
"Understood. I will kill the remaining two and let you devour their Soul Bodies," Ye Yunfei immediately replied.
"Next up... it's your turn." Ye Yunfei turned and strode toward the pale gold-robed middle-aged man currently locked in combat with Xiaoliang Temple's Master. Now an Advanced Void God himself, Xiaoliang Temple's Master possessed formidable combat prowess and was locked in a fierce, evenly-matched duel.
"Now, it's time for you to die," Ye Yunfei stated calmly, his gaze resting on the pale gold-robed man. The White Short Sword above his head trembled faintly, emitting a dazzling divine light.
"Ye Yunfei, I never imagined you possessed a True God-level Dao Weapon. You didn't use it back in the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds, so you must have acquired it recently. This has spelled disaster for our Guardian Faction."
The middle-aged man glanced at the White Short Sword, his expression complex, before sighing.
"The Guardian Faction has committed too many evils. Those who commit too many evils bring about their own destruction. Whether I have a Dao Weapon or not, the Guardian Faction's ultimate fate is annihilation," Ye Yunfei retorted coldly.
"Ye Yunfei, you have no idea of the true strength of our Guardian Faction. What you have seen is merely the tip of the iceberg. Someday, you will regret opposing us."
The middle-aged man shook his head, then spoke these words.