117: Chapter 117 Battle Against the God of Transformation

Just like that, Xiao Ye led the four of them all the way to the mountaintop, hacking down countless skeletons along the way.

A-Diao circled in the sky, occasionally diving down to deliver a finishing blow, with several broken bones still hanging from his claws, looking quite majestic.

The sounds of fighting and shouting from the foot of the mountain gradually faded; presumably, those who were meant to die had died, and those who were meant to escape had escaped.

Of course, many people had reached the mountaintop ahead of Xiao Ye and his group.

Over a dozen people were gathered around a Golden Skeleton, talking excitedly with faces full of greed and excitement.

"My goodness! The owner of this Golden Skeleton must have been at least at the Mahayana stage when they were alive!"

"Yeah, this skeleton is probably worth several million Spirit Stones!"

"Aren't you afraid it's alive like the ones below? It'll be the first to hack you down!"

"What's there to fear? Wealth is found in danger. As long as I take it out and sell it to the Bone Refining Sect, I won't have to worry about Spirit Stones for the rest of my life!"

"..."

The skeleton was golden all over, sitting cross-legged with a faint spiritual light flowing over the bones; even though it had been dead for countless years, it still emitted a suffocating pressure.

Xiao Yan immediately recognized a young man in purple clothes among the crowd, and his expression instantly darkened: "Dad, it's that guy in purple; he's the one who injured me."

"Oh?" Xiao Ye narrowed his eyes, a grin spreading across his face. "Hold on, son. Dad's going to get revenge for you."

Before his voice had even faded, he disregarded any air of a grandmaster and casually struck out with a strand of Sword Qi, intending to go for an instant kill.

With his current strength at the fourth layer of the Nascent Soul, let alone someone in the Golden Core Realm, even an Early Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator would have to kick the bucket on the spot.

However, things went unexpectedly. The young man in purple didn't react in time, but a grey-robed old man beside him struck like lightning, dispelling the Sword Qi with a single palm strike.

"Hmm? There's an expert." Xiao Ye raised an eyebrow.

"Who is Your Excellency? Launching a sneak attack right away is a bit too dishonorable, isn't it?" The young man in purple also turned around and saw the person who attacked. His face darkened, and just as he was about to start cursing, he was stopped by the grey-robed elder.

"I'm your daddy! And you say I'm dishonorable?" Xiao Ye crossed his arms, sounding perfectly justified. "Then how was it honorable when you were bullying my son?"

"Your son?" The grey-robed elder was stunned.

The young man in purple saw Xiao Yan standing behind Xiao Ye and understood instantly. His face turned ugly: "Elder Wang, it's that kid! He snatched my creation immortal peach!"

The grey-robed elder's face changed drastically, and a massive Aura crashed down upon Xiao Ye and the others—

"Holy crap, the Soul Transformation Realm!" Xiao Ye's heart tightened; this old fellow was actually a Soul Transformation Old Monster.

At the same time, he also heard the other party say "snatched my creation immortal peach" and couldn't help but look at his son in confusion.

Xiao Yan felt a bit guilty under the gaze and explained hurriedly, "Dad, don't blame me! Although he found the fruit first, I was the one who got my hands on it! What's the use of finding it first? It wasn't in his pocket; whoever gets it, owns it!"

After listening, Xiao Ye was silent for a second, then patted his son's shoulder and said earnestly, "Son, Dad doesn't blame you."

Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad just wants to tell you—next time you steal something, make sure you don't get caught. I'll teach you Telekinesis later; study it well and practice hard. If you swipe something from hundreds of meters away, who could possibly find out it was you?"

Xiao Yan: "..."

Young man in purple: "..."

Grey-robed elder: "..."

To the side, Zi Youqian, Tong Yizhen, and Dianshao all took a step back, shouting in their hearts in unison: How shameless, how shameless!

The grey-robed elder's face turned ashen, and he glared at the brazen father and son through gritted teeth. The pressure of the Soul Transformation Realm crushed down like Mount Tai: "Your Excellency, I don't care if you teach your son to be a thief, but you must hand over the creation immortal peach."

Xiao Ye unhurriedly withstood the pressure and replied with a smile, "The immortal peach? My son got that through his own ability. Why should I give it to you?"

The young man in purple was so angry his face turned green: "You—"

"Alright, alright," Xiao Ye waved his hand, interrupting him. "It's just a fruit, isn't it? It's already been eaten. If you're not satisfied—come, let's fight."

He stood there with his hands in his pockets and his chin slightly raised, his entire being screaming "if you're not happy, come at me."

The grey-robed elder's face was gloomy as he stared intently at Xiao Ye. His Divine Sense swept over him repeatedly, confirming that the person before him was only at the fourth layer of the Nascent Soul. He couldn't help but sneer inwardly—a mere fourth-layer Nascent Soul dared to be arrogant in front of him? He truly didn't know the meaning of death.

"Young man, I advise you to be a bit more low-key." The grey-robed elder took a step forward, and the terrifying Aura of the Soul Transformation Realm poured out like a violent storm.

Xiao Ye took a small step back, but the smile on his face didn't fade at all: "Low-key? I've always been very low-key. But if someone bullies my son, that's a different story."

The young man in purple cut in with a sneer: "Your son stole my things, and you still want to twist the truth?"

"Does it have your name written on it? No, right?" Xiao Ye spread his hands. "If it's not written, then it's ownerless. Whoever gets it, owns it. You were too slow yourselves; who's to blame?"

The young man in purple was choked into silence, his face turning the color of pig liver, his chest heaving violently, wishing he could strike right then and there.

But since Elder Wang hadn't spoken yet, he could only endure it.

The grey-robed elder stared coldly at Xiao Ye. After a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed, though the smile didn't reach his eyes: "What a sharp tongue. Since you're so confident, let's see what you're really made of."

The grey-robed elder snorted coldly, his robes fluttering without wind. The terrifying Aura of the Soul Transformation Realm surged out like crashing waves, and even the surrounding air seemed to solidify.

The young man in purple and the others retreated one after another, clearing an open space.

Xiao Ye pushed Xiao Yan back, gesturing for them to move further away. Then he rolled his neck, making a crisp "crackling" sound, and slowly took a step forward.

"Soul Transformation Realm, is it?" He drew the sun moon divine sword, its blade flowing with light interwoven with crimson gold and silver-white, the tip pointing diagonally toward the ground. "Today, I'll let myself see just how 'divine' Soul Transformation really is."

"Arrogant!"

The grey-robed elder roared in anger, his figure vanishing like a phantom. He struck out with a palm, the wind from it carrying a bone-chilling cold that caused fine ice crystals to condense in the surrounding air.

Xiao Ye didn't dodge. He clenched his left fist, fully activating the Desolate Tyrant Body, and punched out—the fist and palm collided, producing a dull, thunderous boom. A large crater exploded in the ground, sending debris flying, and both men retreated three steps.

The grey-robed elder's expression changed slightly: "Your physical strength is actually this powerful? What kind of Body Refining technique is this?"

"Desolate Tyrant Body." Xiao Ye shook his fist, a grin spreading across his face. "Specially designed for beating up old men."

The grey-robed elder's face darkened, and without further words, his figure surged forward again.

This time he stopped testing and unleashed the full speed and power of the Soul Transformation Realm. Palm after palm, fast as lightning, each strike carried a world-destroying might, the palm wind cutting through everything around like a blade.

Xiao Ye didn't retreat; instead, he advanced. With his left hand in a fist and his right holding the sword, he used both in tandem, fighting with vigorous momentum.

The Desolate Tyrant Body caused his physical strength to soar to a terrifying degree; taking the Soul Transformation Realm's attacks head-on only resulted in flesh wounds, without even a single bone breaking.

The sun moon divine sword was like an extension of his arm. The sword light was fierce, and Sword Qi crisscrossed everywhere, each strike forcing the grey-robed elder to dodge.

The two fought from the ground to mid-air, then smashed back down from the air to the ground. Wherever they passed, rocks shattered, trees were uprooted, and dust filled the sky.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Ancestor—Rise!"