164: Chapter 163 Using a cannon to kill a mosquito

Immediately after, three cannons fired simultaneously, their three beams of white light weaving into a web of death that swept across the entire battlefield.

This was a large-scale AOE attack, hitting a vast area at once, specifically designed for clearing out troops.

With three shots, the Yao Race on the battlefield was mostly wiped out, leaving debris everywhere and rivers of blood. After a few shots, even a powerhouse at the Mahayana Early Stage would be buried under the cannon fire, let alone these small fries.

The remaining Yao Race members were so terrified that their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, fleeing in all directions; some burrowed into the mountains, some dug into the ground, and others scrambled away, wishing they had grown a few more legs.

"Running away?" Xiao Ye sneered, pulling out the demon refining pot. He opened the spout, and a terrifying suction force pulled all the fleeing Yao Race members into the pot.

The demon refining pot hummed, as if it had eaten its fill and let out a satisfied burp.

"Done." Xiao Ye put away the demon refining pot, brushed off his robes, and turned to Li Fu. "Pass on my decree: continue the advance.

I want these Yao Race members wiped out completely, leaving none behind."

Inside the aurora warship, everyone watched in stunned silence. This thing beneath them could not only carry people but also had terrifying lethality—a great Yao at the Body Integration Stage wouldn't even leave behind debris after one shot.

"Xiao Ye is not only powerful, but his Magic Treasure is also this formidable..." Everyone was shaken, and their gazes toward Xiao Ye held a bit more awe.

Xiao Ye said nothing more and steered the aurora warship toward the next battlefield.

The aurora warship was extremely fast, arriving at another city besieged by the Ten Thousand Demon Palace in less than half a quarter of an hour.

Xiao Ye followed the same procedure—first clearing the field with the cannons, white light sweeping across and felling the demonic Cultivators like grass; then using the demon refining pot to gather the lingering souls, leaving the scattered demonic Cultivators to be pursued by the Cultivators behind him.

In just half a day, Xiao Ye had cleared four battlefields. The news spread like wildfire, greatly boosting morale within the Great Qian territory, while the Ten Thousand Demon Palace was in an uproar.

The main hall of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.

"Palace Master! A squad encountered a powerful enemy and suffered heavy casualties..." A demonic Cultivator knelt in the main hall, his voice trembling.

On the main seat, a woman slowly opened her eyes.

Palace Master Mosha. Palace Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, at the Mahayana Peak.

A black dress wrapped around her curvaceous figure; her face was cold and stunning, with a hint of evil charm between her brows.

She leaned back on a large bone chair, fingers gently tapping the armrest. After hearing the report, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, revealing a playful smile.

"Hehe... actually daring to resist." Her voice was languid, as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

"Palace Master, ahead is Great Qian. My subordinate suspects that the squad might have been attacked by people from Great Qian..." the demonic Cultivator in charge of intelligence added.

"Oh?" Palace Master Mosha raised an eyebrow, a flash of interest in her eyes. "They actually dare to take the initiative to attack?"

She laughed, the sound echoing in the empty hall with a touch of coldness. She had originally thought that the little emperor of Great Qian would be hiding in the imperial city, trembling in fear; she hadn't expected the other party to deliver themselves to her doorstep.

"Interesting." Palace Master Mosha stood up, her black dress billowing like dark clouds. The Aura of the Mahayana Peak erupted, forcing the demonic Cultivators in the hall to kneel to the ground in unison. "Pass down the order: the entire army is to advance. I will personally meet this 'Xiao Ye'."

"Yes!" The demonic Cultivator received the order and scrambled out.

Palace Master Mosha stood at the entrance of the main hall, looking toward the gloomy southern horizon with a cold sneer on her lips.

Little emperor, you had better not disappoint me.

In the distance, Xiao Ye was standing on the deck of the aurora warship, toying with the demon refining pot. From within the pot came bursts of screams—the wails of the Yao Race remnants that had been sucked inside.

The corners of his mouth curled up as he looked to the north, muttering to himself: "Ten Thousand Demon Palace? I would like to see just how capable your Palace Master is."

Not long after, Xiao Ye stood on the deck of the aurora warship, watching another massive army of the Yao Race surging from the distance.

Leading them was a wolf Yao at the Body Integration Peak. Its silver fur was like steel needles, its eyes were scarlet, its fangs were exposed, and its entire body radiated a bloodthirsty, fierce light.

Behind it followed a dense crowd of wolf Yaos, dog Yaos, and rat Yaos, covering the sky and earth as they surged forward like a tide.

This time, Xiao Ye did not use the aurora warship's cannons—it wasn't that he didn't want to, but it was too expensive.

He had fired a dozen shots just now, burning through over a million Spirit Stones, which made his heart ache so much he twitched. Was that fighting a war? That was burning money.

How many Medicinal Pills could he buy with over a million Spirit Stones, or how many concubines could he take in?

When he did the math, it was better to enter the fray himself.

"Shaoyao, go, take care of that wolf." Xiao Ye took the Divine Artifact—the Rainstorm Meteor Hammer—from the System space and tossed it to her.

Holy crap, a Divine Artifact??

The Loose Cultivators following him were stunned; as expected of Xiao Ye, he brought out a Divine Artifact right from the start.

After Shaoyao took it, she flew off the Airship expressionlessly. With the Rainstorm Meteor Hammer in hand, the hammer's body shimmered with colorful light, and its head was covered in sharp spikes.

She engaged in a skirmish with the Body Integration Peak wolf Yao, hammer shadows flying everywhere, smashing the wolf Yao until it howled in agony.

After a few strikes, the wolf Yao's head was smashed into a meat patty; its Primordial Spirit and Physical Body were crushed together, leaving it no chance to even be reincarnated.

A Divine Artifact is just that powerful. It had absolutely no rivals at the same level.

Xiao Ye stood on the Airship, watching the battlefield while enjoying a massage from his concubines.

Hu Wei stood behind him, her jade hands gently kneading his shoulders with just the right amount of pressure.

Hungry Demon crouched beside him, peeling grapes and popping them into his mouth one by one.

Divine Maiden Bai Jie stood to the side, holding a cup of Spirit tea, ready to refill it at any time.

Xiao Ye squinted his eyes, humming in comfort. Fighting bathed in blood during battle, and rewarding oneself properly during rest—this was life.

"All of you, come back." Suddenly, Xiao Ye opened his eyes and raised his hand to signal. The concubines were stunned, but seeing the Emperor's solemn expression, they immediately stopped what they were doing and retreated to the side.

Xiao Ye slowly stood up, his gaze becoming sharp, like a hawk eyeing its prey.

He felt an extremely powerful Aura rapidly approaching from the north. That Aura was cold, domineering, and carried a suffocating sense of oppression, making even the air become viscous.

"A powerful enemy is approaching." He narrowed his eyes and gripped the taihuang sword at his waist. "The Palace Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace is here."

"Everyone, fall back!"

The concubines did not hesitate, turning and retreating into the cabin of the Airship.

Xiao Ye moved, flying out of the aurora warship and hovering in mid-air. His robes fluttered, his gaze was like a torch, and he stared intently at the northern horizon.

"You are Great Qian's Xiao Ye?"

The person had not yet arrived, but the voice came first. A languid and cold, arrogant female voice drifted from the horizon, carrying a hint of playfulness.

Immediately after, a black figure appeared before Xiao Ye like a ghost—a black dress wrapped around her curvaceous figure, her face cold and stunning, with a hint of evil charm between her brows, the corners of her mouth curled in a half-smile, and her entire body radiated the terrifying Aura of the Mahayana Peak.

Palace Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, Palace Master Mosha.

She stood high in the sky, looking down at Xiao Ye. Her gaze swept over him, and the smile on her lips gradually became subtle.

"A mere Soul Transformation Late Stage, yet you were able to kill nine of my Ten Thousand Demon Palace's Saints..."