"Brat, to think you've managed to fight me for so long. Even in my era, few young men could be compared to you.
I have to admit, you truly are a rarely-seen monstrous talent among the youth of this world. But you absolutely shouldn't have, should never have provoked our Autumn Wind Group.
The Autumn Wind Group was established by my own hands back then. You want to destroy the Autumn Wind Group? Then I will destroy you.
Unless you leave immediately, in which case the grudge between our Autumn Wind Group and you can be wiped clean. Otherwise, even if I have to spend this Remnant Soul to do it, I will kill you."
The Remnant Soul held a blood-red long blade in its hand, its illusory figure slightly twisting, flickering in and out of existence. The surrounding space twisted along with this Remnant Soul, making it look as if it had completely merged with its environment.
"Old geezer, who are you trying to fool with such big talk?
If you really had that kind of strength, you would have killed us already. Now that it's clear you can't win, you're resorting to intimidation?
Let me tell you, we've grown up being threatened!"
The Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm spoke in a scornful tone. As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed at the air. The spatial energy and spatial laws in the surroundings rapidly converged, coalescing into a golden spear in his palm. With a *hong* sound, he hurled it forward.
Then, the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm's hands moved rapidly, repeatedly grabbing at the air. With each grab, a golden spear appeared, which he then threw at the Remnant Soul.
"Not bad," Ye Yunfei smiled and nodded.
Not long ago, the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm had experienced a sudden breakthrough in his bloodline, and his strength had indeed increased significantly.
Over a dozen golden spears flew forth with astonishing speed, imbued with profound spatial energy and spatial laws, causing the Remnant Soul's expression to change slightly.
He felt the surrounding space contracting continuously alongside these golden spears, pressing down on him.
With a *Hong!* the Remnant Soul raised the blood-red long blade in his hand and slashed out. The constantly compressing space around him instantly exploded, transforming into surging spatial fragments.
A blood-red blade ray cleaved through space, stirring the chaos, and even attracted streaks of blood-red heavenly thunder. In an instant, it arrived before the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm.
Knowing the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm couldn't withstand it head-on, Ye Yunfei, having prepared for this, threw a punch. Over a dozen Heavenly God-level magical treasures simultaneously manifested on his fist.
Though all the magical treasures Ye Yunfei had refined and merged had become part of his body, he could still mobilize them if needed.
With a *clang!* Ye Yunfei felt another bloody gash appear on his fist, blood slowly seeping out.
During the previous fight, Ye Yunfei's fists had already been struck hundreds of times, now densely covered with blade scars.
Though Ye Yunfei was constantly repairing the scars on his fists, their sheer number and the fact that each scar retained a trace of terrifying blade energy made him refrain from focusing overly on their recovery. As a result, his two fists looked like a bloody mess, with pale-white knuckle bones even peeking through, presenting a rather sorry sight.
Aside from his fists, many other parts of Ye Yunfei's body had also been slashed multiple times. Scars could be seen all over him, blood constantly oozing from various places, staining his clothes red.
"Have you noticed?
As the fight goes on, this old geezer's strength is slowly declining. The power of his blade rays is also gradually diminishing.
At the very beginning, he could sever your fist with a single slash, but now it seems he can no longer do so," Hun Lao suddenly sent a voice transmission to Ye Yunfei.
"That makes sense. It shows this old geezer's energy is slowly being consumed during the fight. After all, he's just an incomplete Remnant Soul," Ye Yunfei looked at the distant Remnant Soul and revealed a cold smile.
"In that case, why are we waiting? Let's just wear him out!" Hearing Ye Yunfei and Hun Lao's conversation, the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm's spirit lifted, and he immediately spoke up.
"Right, we'll wear him down," Hun Lao nodded.
"Brat, now you should understand you are no match for me!" The Remnant Soul looked at Ye Yunfei's scar-riddled body and spoke in a triumphant tone.
The Remnant Soul's greatest strengths were his elusive movement technique that defied capture and that overwhelmingly domineering blade technique that could seemingly cleave through anything. One slash from it, and likely no Heavenly God would dare face it head-on.
It was only by relying on the superior hardness of his physical body that Ye Yunfei could use his flesh and blood to repeatedly withstand those terrifying blade rays head-on. Anyone else would have been killed countless times over.
It could be said that each slash from that Remnant Soul could instantly kill a Heavenly God. Even a Perfected Heavenly God would have to flee with their tail between their legs.
"Dammit, how can this kid's physical body be so monstrous?
Even I can't inflict fatal damage on his flesh," Though outwardly appearing smug, inwardly, the Remnant Soul was in a state of violent shock and fury.
One must know, in ancient times, he was the top assassin in the entire Chaotic Void Sea. No matter who it was, once targeted by him, they lost half their life. In the entire Chaotic Void Sea, few were beyond his ability to kill. He had even slain several powerhouses whose cultivation realms and strength far surpassed his own.
But now, unexpectedly, a mere junior was putting him in such an awkward spot.
Though his superb movement technique and domineering blade rays had struck Ye Yunfei's body time and again, each time they only left behind a blade scar, or at most caused some bleeding. They couldn't inflict more serious damage.
This outcome was somewhat unacceptable to him.
With a *Hong!* Ye Yunfei suddenly moved. Utilizing his formidable physical strength, he instantly smashed through space and stood right before the Remnant Soul.
Huang Shang, Hu Miao, the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm, and Hun Lao all arrived simultaneously alongside Ye Yunfei.
Thus, the battle began anew.
"Brat, today I will kill you, even if I have to burn through this Remnant Soul to do it!" After another bout of fighting with Ye Yunfei and his group, the Remnant Soul was thoroughly enraged, letting out a furious roar.
With a *Hong!*, he was seen gripping the blade with both hands, raising it high. A domineering sword intent, capable of severing everything, was born in an instant.
"One blade severing Yin-Yang, one blade severing life and death!" The Remnant Soul roared, then poured all his remaining strength into a slash aimed directly at Ye Yunfei.
*Boom!* The space between him and Ye Yunfei was instantly cleaved apart. The left side transformed into a deep black, while the right side turned dazzlingly bright.
The colors on both sides were phenomena caused by the interference of the blade intent. The left was pitch-black, like a vast abyss capable of devouring everything. The space on the left also seemed incomparably cold, akin to a glacial cavern hundreds of thousands of years old. One after another, blocks of dark Mystic Ice were continuously being born.
The right side, meanwhile, was brightly sunlit, its light bathing the earth, giving off a sensation as warm as spring.
This single slash had utterly divided space into two distinct worlds!
And these two worlds were both under the control of that terrifying blade intent; essentially, they were two different-colored blade domains.
"Not good! This strike is too powerful, we need to dodge!" The moment the Remnant Soul unleashed this slash, the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm was the first to cry out.
"No need to worry. I will block this one," Ye Yunfei also felt a sense of terrible crisis at this moment.
But Ye Yunfei had confidence in his physical body.
*Hong Hong Hong…*
In a flash, dozens of Heavenly God-level magical treasures simultaneously manifested before Ye Yunfei, activating all at once, and moved forward to block.
Ye Yunfei clenched his fists fiercely, releasing his physical strength without reservation.
At this moment, Ye Yunfei was like a massive star undergoing an explosion, the physical strength unleashed in that instant reaching an utterly terrifying extreme.
Ye Yunfei's body also expanded rapidly in an instant, transforming into a golden giant radiating with brilliant light.
Next, Ye Yunfei threw both fists simultaneously—his right hand executing the Law Divine Fist, his left hand the Sky-Locking Fist.
These two fist techniques were ones Ye Yunfei had cultivated not long ago, also the two most powerful body-based martial techniques he had obtained from the Might Demonic Deity.
*Rumble…*
To the naked eye, two enormous, visible fist imprints appeared simultaneously, rolling forward with immense force.
While unleashing the fist techniques, a gigantic imperial sovereign apparition suddenly materialized behind Ye Yunfei, its kingly majesty vast and overbearing, suppressing all directions.
This was the purest of imperial auras, the kind only those ancient royal lineages with a heritage spanning hundreds of thousands of years could possibly nurture.
Then, one rotating Dharma Wheel after another appeared on the surface of Ye Yunfei's body.
These Dharma Wheels were numerous, interconnected, the dense network of them weaving into a golden Dharma Wheel Robe that covered his skin.
In this critical moment, Ye Yunfei directly unleashed the heritage of the Golden Wheel Dynasty—the Imperial Heart Technique and the Golden Wheel Dharma Robe.
While Ye Yunfei defended with all his might, Hun Lao, the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm, Hu Miao, and Huang Shang all unleashed their strongest defenses and, while defending, used their most powerful techniques to attack the Remnant Soul.
Everyone understood that facing such an overwhelmingly domineering blade technique, one could not just defend. Only by combining defense and attack could they maximize their effectiveness against the enemy.
With a *Bang!* an immense blade ray struck Ye Yunfei's front, colliding with the two fists he had sent out. Immediately, Ye Yunfei's body was violently thrown backward.
In an instant, most of Ye Yunfei's clothing was torn apart by the terrifying blade energy. Countless horrifying, blood-red gashes were slashed across the surface of Ye Yunfei's body.
Flesh was rent and blood sprayed wildly. By the time Ye Yunfei's body was sent flying backward, he had already become completely drenched in blood.
More horrifyingly, this was only the beginning. A blade ray slashed straight through, directly cleaving Ye Yunfei's body into two halves.
"Master, are you alright?" Hu Miao was extremely worried.
At this instant, Ye Yunfei had already teleported Hu Miao, the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm, Huang Shang, and the others into the Phantom Tower, which he then stored deep within his body.
*Crack! Crack! Crack!…*
While flying backward, Ye Yunfei's body was slashed several more times in rapid succession.
Genuinely and truly torn apart limb from limb!
"One blade severing Yin-Yang, one blade severing life and death!
Excellent! Master has finally used his ultimate killing move!
This blade technique was Master's trump card when he roamed the Chaotic Void Sea in the past. He once used it to brutally slaughter three Sovereign Gods.
That brat is finished. He cannot possibly withstand this blade. I reckon both his body and his Soul Body will be shredded to pieces in an instant. He must be regretting now, wondering why he provoked our Autumn Wind Group in the first place, right?
Hahaha…
Did he really think our Autumn Wind Group was so easy to mess with?"
From a distance came a triumphant, maniacal laugh. It was the Group Leader, who had heard his master's roar just as he unleashed the slash.
He knew deeply well how powerful this strike was—and to this day, he hadn't managed to cultivate it himself and was unable to perform it.