In the outside world, the Prison Master and the old Wizard stared intently at Ye Yunfei, a look of reluctance evident in their eyes.
For many years within this void, their painstaking efforts had been destroyed by this junior. Such an outcome filled them with stifling resentment.
"Your turn, old fellas," Ye Yunfei said slowly.
"Let's not stand on ceremony when dealing with these old-timers. I suggest we all attack together and finish them off in one go," Ye Yunfei added, his voice calm.
"Good, Young Master Ye. I think that's an excellent suggestion. Then let's act together," the Silver-robed Elder immediately agreed, nodding upon hearing Ye Yunfei's words.
Our main task is to eliminate the Guardian Faction; the method doesn't matter. Let's attack together, and make sure to finish them quickly," the Middle-Aged Daoist Nun also spoke up.
"Then let's move!" Ye Yunfei gave a slight nod. With a flash of his figure, he soared into the air and vanished instantly.
At the same moment, the Silver-robed Elder, the Middle-Aged Daoist Nun, and the fifty-plus Heavenly Gods simultaneously moved to charge toward the Prison Master and the old Wizard.
In the next instant, Ye Yunfei's figure appeared in the void behind the Prison Master. Griping his saber with both hands, he moved swiftly. With a booming sound, a blood-red blade radiance manifested, surging toward the Prison Master like a galloping steed. Two bizarre worlds—the Yin and Yang realms—flickered into existence simultaneously.
"Brat, I must kill you!" Seeing Ye Yunfei draw his blade and slash toward him, the Prison Master's towering rage erupted instantly. The energy within his body seethed out like a mountain collapsing and an ocean breaching, directly causing the surrounding space to shatter explosively.
All the energy and laws in the surrounding space converged toward his body like countless rivers flowing into the sea—a vast, unstoppable tide. Countless divine rays bloomed from within his form, and boundless energy raged and roared.
In his fury, the Prison Master attacked with full force. His hands danced as he settled into a fist stance, resembling a celestial crane dancing in the air, a coiling dragon around a pillar, and a fully-drawn bow. Brilliant divine rays of various colors continuously spewed forth from his fists.
*Clang!* His two fists separated like a full, taut moon, then one fist shot forward.
A deafening boom followed as his fist collided head-on with the bloody blade radiance Ye Yunfei had unleashed.
*Thump! Thump! Thump!...*
After the collision, the Prison Master took a step back, his expression shifting dramatically.
"Not bad. This saber technique of yours is extremely overbearing, no wonder you were able to slay so many Heavenly Gods of our Guardian Faction. However, it cannot harm me," the Prison Master said, a trace of shock flashing in his eyes, but he still declared.
"This guy is too strong! He actually used his fleshly body to block your saber strike," the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm exclaimed in shock, seeing that the Prison Master had intercepted Ye Yunfei's strike with his fist and was completely unscathed.
After all, Ye Yunfei's single slash could shatter a battle formation composed of twenty to thirty Heavenly Gods.
"No, he didn't use his bare flesh to receive this strike. He was wearing a pair of gloves on his hands. It's just that the gloves' color closely matches his skin tone, making them hard to detect," Ye Yunfei shook his head.
"Indeed, this guy is wearing a pair of gloves on his palms!" Hearing Ye Yunfei's words, the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm immediately looked toward the Prison Master's hands and indeed noticed the detail.
The Prison Master's hands did indeed wear a pair of thin gloves, their color closely matching his skin tone. Without careful inspection, they were difficult to spot.
"These gloves must be a very high-level magic treasure. If I could get them, that would be great," the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm immediately grew greedy.
"If you like them, after we kill this fellow, the gloves will be yours," Ye Yunfei said with a laugh.
"Really? Then it's a deal!" The Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm couldn't help but feel delighted.
"Though killing this guy won't be easy," Hun Lao chimed in.
With a *boom*, a wave of silver radiance surged forth, crashing toward the Prison Master before revealing the figure of the Silver-robed Elder.
From head to toe, the Silver-robed Elder was now radiating boundless silver light, thoroughly dyeing a large area of the surrounding space silver.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!...*
Crisp metallic clashing sounds rang out one after another.
Everyone was astonished to see that the silver light radiating from the Silver-robed Elder's body had transformed from intangible to substantial—like sharp silver swords continuously hacking at the Prison Master's body.
In this way, the Silver-robed Elder seemed capable of launching continuous attacks without even moving, relying solely on the silver light pouring from his body.
"That should be an extremely high-level Xuanci Polar Light," Ye Yunfei remarked, somewhat surprised as he looked at the Silver-robed Elder's body, which appeared to be forged from pure silver.
"Correct, this must be a very high-level Xuanci Light. This senior's body must have already fused with a large amount of high-level Xuanci materials," Hun Lao said.
"Indeed. I can feel that his body is incredibly heavy. Just look—with every step he takes forward, the space underfoot is directly shattered, completely unable to bear his weight. Xuanci materials are generally astonishingly heavy," the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm also observed in surprise.
Right at this moment, two silver daggers appeared in the Silver-robed Elder's hands. Wielding both daggers, his speed reached an extreme.
A multitude of saber shadows layered upon each other, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, truth and falsehood, continuously hacking toward the Prison Master.
The Prison Master wielded his pair of hands, switching between fist techniques and palm techniques as he clashed with the Silver-robed Elder.
"Let's join the fight as well," Ye Yunfei said.
As soon as his words fell, Ye Yunfei sent another blood-red blade radiance slashing forth.
Sensing it, the Prison Master punched backwards.
*Clang!* He blocked this red blade radiance, but was forced to retreat another step.
"This saber technique is too overbearing; it consumes far too much energy. If you weren't a God King, you'd probably exhaust yourself after just three or four strikes," Hun Lao remarked.
"Right. Even as a God King, continuously using this saber technique would still cause massive depletion. However, I've come prepared," Ye Yunfei said with a smile.
As his voice faded, a dozen jade bottles appeared before Ye Yunfei. Their lids opened simultaneously, and from each bottle, ten Divine Pills leaped out.
These Divine Pills were refined by Ye Yunfei for his own use, specifically designed to replenish Divine Power energy.
Each of the ten jade bottles contained a total of one hundred Divine Pills.
As the hundred Divine Pills landed in his mouth, an unimaginably terrifying medicinal force instantly erupted, even causing Ye Yunfei's body to swell slightly.
Supported by such a terrifying surge of Divine Power energy, Ye Yunfei continuously brandished the long saber in his hands. The blood-red blade flashed, unleashing slash after slash of dense, blood-red blade radiance that hacked relentlessly toward the Prison Master.
Every strike was One Blade Severing Yin-Yang!
Forced back a step with each blow he received, and further besieged by the Silver-robed Elder and over twenty Heavenly Gods, the Prison Master soon began to falter.
Shortly after, he was simultaneously slashed by the two silver daggers in the Silver-robed Elder's hands. His fleshly body instantly shattered into pieces, though it immediately began to reassemble.
"Damn you all!" Rage surged to the heavens within the Prison Master. As one of this void's pinnacle powerhouses, he had once commanded respect with but a word or a stomp, causing the entire void to tremble. Yet now, he was being beaten into such a sorry state.
"Time to die, old fart!" Ye Yunfei gripped his blood-colored long saber with both hands and charged forward, unleashing several consecutive slashes that forcibly hacked the Prison Master's body into over a dozen pieces.
On the other side, the Middle-Aged Daoist Nun, leading more than twenty Heavenly Gods, was also besieging the old Wizard.
Without a doubt, this old Wizard's strength was also formidable. However, the Middle-Aged Daoist Nun was an expert of the same level, and with the assistance of over twenty Heavenly Gods, she soon forced the old Wizard into continuous retreat, on the brink of collapse.
"You lot! Today, I must kill every single one of you to dispel the hatred in my heart!" At this moment, the Prison Master was sent flying by a punch from the Silver-robed Elder. A gaping bloody hole, completely transparent front-to-back, appeared in his chest, from which a massive torrent of divine blood gushed forth.
"You won't get the chance," Ye Yunfei's voice rang out. A blood-red blade radiance slashed out from the space behind the Prison Master, bisecting his body in a single stroke.
This Prison Master had already reassembled his fleshly body four or five times, but shortly after each reassembly, he would be torn apart again by either the Silver-robed Elder or Ye Yunfei.
"Brat, do you really think you've won? I tell you, this is only the beginning," the Prison Master roared.
"Still boasting? He won't shed tears until he sees his own coffin. I'll seal this place now. Let's see how much longer you can act tough!" The Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm appeared beside Ye Yunfei and then utilized his clan's spatial secret art, continuously generating a large number of golden runes.
These golden runes were formed by a series of spatial restrictions. Dense, countless spatial runes rapidly expanded, instantly enveloping a vast area of the void where the Prison Master stood, strictly sealing off this space.
"So you truly are of the legendary Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm clan," the Prison Master gazed coldly at the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm.
He had long known that a Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm accompanied Ye Yunfei.
"Indeed, I am an ancient descendant beast—the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm. My clan's spatial attainments are unparalleled in this world. I have now sealed this space; you cannot escape," the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm declared proudly. With a wave of his hand, the golden runes he had just created instantly wove into a large golden net, completely enshrouding the space where the Prison Master stood.
The Prison Master now looked like a fish trapped in a net, with no escape.
"Who said I want to escape? I told you, today I will kill this brat, and all of you as well, to dispel the hatred in my heart!" the Prison Master gnashed his teeth and declared.
"Still threatening even in this state? Is this fun?" the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm laughed heartily.
Right at this moment, a figure suddenly entered this world, surging forward at an astonishing speed.
"Seems I'm a bit late," the figure arrived before the group, came to a halt, scanned the world briefly, then spoke with a frown.
"What's going on? Another Prison Master!" Everyone stared at the figure in shock.
Because this newly-arrived figure looked identical to the Prison Master—not just in appearance, but also in Soul Body and aura.
"Not good, I understand. So this guy really is just a clone. Now he's sent another one!" Looking at the newly-arrived Prison Master, Hun Lao immediately grasped the situation.
Previously, Ye Yunfei and Hun Lao had suspected this Prison Master might merely be a clone.
"Impossible! This guy is so powerful, and he's just a clone?" the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm couldn't help but exclaim in shock.