Chapter 44: The True Body Descends, Standing Alone Against All Living Beings Follow current novels on noⅴelfire.net
A colossal finger stirred the skies, wrapped in the might of a surging torrent. With the power to annihilate all, it descended upon Ye Wushang, intending to erase him on the spot.
As expected of a monarch-level existence, even a casual strike was this terrifying.
Facing this blow, Ye Wushang did not retreat. He stood proudly in midair, letting the boundless sea of qi ripple around him.
At this moment, he was like a lone leaf-boat amidst a pack of mad wolves, yet he remained unyielding.
With that cold and indifferent voice echoing, Ye Wushang unleashed his own vast strike.
A blade of ultimate brilliance devoured all living beings and drowned the sea of dust, as if to cleave a path of light through this dark demonic domain.
The terrifying aura surged, shaking hearts to their core.
One finger, one blade—again, the clash stirred the heavens, raising an unimaginable storm of chaos.
Countless cultivators were forced to retract their divine senses, not daring to look on. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
When they opened their eyes once more, a scene imprinted itself into their memories.
What they saw ahead made the crowd collectively sigh, despair growing heavy in their hearts.
In the battlefield, Ye Wushang’s dharma clone was already covered in dense cracks, looking like it was on the verge of collapse.
It was clear now: the Monarch of Eternal Night’s power was utterly monstrous. A casual gesture was enough to suppress him.
At this moment, the Monarch wore a look of pride, though a flash of surprise crossed his gaze upon seeing Ye Wushang’s condition.
In his estimation, that single finger should have been enough to completely obliterate Ye Wushang on the spot—he hadn’t expected the man to withstand it.
“You’ve got some ability. But unfortunately, you still can’t escape death!”
With that, he said no more. He lifted one foot and stepped into the air.
The entire Great Xia Capital trembled.
Then, from the heavens, a massive foot wrapped in boundless demonic might descended toward Ye Wushang’s dharma clone.
At this point, no one believed Ye Wushang could withstand this stomp.
Yet just then, an even more terrifying aura descended.
From the peak of the heavens, a black shadow flashed—and the next moment, a terrifying blade of light fell from the sky, striking that massive foot.
Without suspense, that blade cleanly shattered the massive foot, utterly obliterating it.
The Monarch of Eternal Night frowned and glanced sideways.
He hadn’t expected another powerful being to be present at this moment.
Still, he didn’t take it too seriously. Though this aura wasn’t weak, it hadn’t surpassed the Dharma Phase Realm.
In his mind, as long as one hadn’t reached Dharma Phase, they posed no threat.
Even if an ordinary Dharma Phase cultivator showed up, he was confident he could suppress and kill them.
That was the Monarch of Eternal Night’s self-assurance.
At the same time, all eyes turned toward the newcomer.
Finally, under the gaze of thousands, a black-robed youth descended slowly, cloaked in a boundless aura.
Seeing who it was, the crowd was stunned, then quickly elated.
“It’s the Ye clan patriarch, Ye Wushang! He came himself!”
“Yeah! His dharma clone alone was already that terrifying—now that his true body has descended, he’ll be even more invincible!”
“You’re all getting ahead of yourselves. What’s terrifying to us isn’t necessarily terrifying to that demon! Don’t forget, with just one finger, he crushed Ye Wushuang’s dharma clone!”
“Exactly. Look at Ye Wushuang’s cultivation—it’s only at the peak of the Purple Mansion Fourth Heaven, still far from the Dharma Phase Realm. The gap between him and that demon is still huge!”
That last statement was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads.
In an instant, the crowd, who had just begun to feel hopeful, fell silent once more.
Ye Wushang paid their chatter no mind. He approached Yue Rushuang, and upon confirming she was unharmed, finally let out a sigh of relief.
In truth, from the very moment demonic energy had appeared, Ye Wushang had already opened his eyes within the Ye Clan and raced toward the capital at unimaginable speed.
Fortunately, his movement techniques far exceeded those of others at his level, almost on par with Dharma Phase cultivators, which allowed him to arrive just in time.
Meanwhile, the Monarch of Eternal Night’s gaze also fell upon Ye Wushang.
“Human… you’re not bad. I almost don’t want to kill you now. Kneel! Open your spirit and submit to me, and I’ll spare your life!”
Hearing this, Ye Wushang gave Yue Rushuang some comforting words before turning around to meet the monarch’s gaze.
The Monarch stared back unflinchingly. The two locked eyes for several breaths.
Just as the Monarch was about to speak again, Ye Wushang’s voice rang out:
“To slay you, three blades are enough.”
His voice rippled outward like an endless shockwave.
Countless people who heard it were stunned—they hadn’t expected Ye Wushang to be this domineering.
Even the Monarch himself was momentarily taken aback!
Then, he burst into wild, arrogant laughter.
“Hahahaha! Ant! That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard in thousands of years! Slay me? You think you’re worthy? How laughable!”
But Ye Wushang didn’t care for his mockery.
Blade in hand, a surge of blade intent burst forth, piercing the heavens and weighing down the skies.
As he spoke, a blade of light tore through the wind, slicing directly toward the Monarch of Eternal Night.
No embellishments. No dazzling spectacle. Just a plain and simple strike—but none dared underestimate it.
Seeing this blade coming, the Monarch’s expression turned cold.
“Ant, you’ll pay the price for your stupidity! Break, for this monarch!”
With that, he extended a single hand. A spear of spiritual energy formed and hurled toward Ye Wushang’s strike.
Blade and spear collided, unleashing a world-destroying storm.
Countless people’s expressions changed as terror gripped their hearts.
Had their duel not taken place in the skies above the capital, the mere shockwaves could have slaughtered thirty percent of its population.
After the first exchange, Ye Wushang remained completely unmoved in midair.
The Monarch, however, was forced back dozens of meters before regaining his footing.
The crowd collectively gasped, thoroughly shaken.
After witnessing Ye Wushang’s fearsome power, a spark of hope returned to their hearts.
High in the sky, the Monarch of Eternal Night glared with all four of his eyes wide open, staring at Ye Wushang in disbelief.
He had been pushed back by a human ant he’d looked down upon!
How could a Monarch of the Demon Realm accept this?
“Unforgivable! Ant—die for me!”
An infinite wave of demonic might surged upward, shaking the skies with boundless pressure.
Countless streams of demonic light gathered and, following the Monarch’s punch, surged toward Ye Wushang.
With one strike, the air filled with the aura of annihilation. The killing intent was boundless, enough to shake the souls of all who witnessed it.
In that moment, it was as if an ancient demon god was awakening.
Hearts trembled across the battlefield.
Only Ye Wushang, standing alone in the sky, remained unmoved—his expression still cold and indifferent.
He slowly gripped his blade, looked ahead with chilling calm, and said: