486: Chapter 486 The Heavenly Emperor (51)

Inside the medicine garden, the battle had reached its end.

Ye Wuchen and Xiang Tian joined forces, but their coordination was clumsy, and they were being suppressed by Xiao Qianjue's bizarre saber techniques.

Both men were covered in saber wounds of varying depths. The gray Saber Qi clung to them like maggots on a bone, continuously eroding the Origin of their Sacred Body and Hegemon Body.

Their offensive grew slower and slower, and their auras became increasingly weak.

"Is this all you've got?"

Xiao Qianjue forced the two back with a single slash and stood there with his saber, a mocking expression on his face.

"Two pieces of trash added together are still trash."

He shook his head, seemingly having lost interest.

"It's over."

He raised his long saber, and his gray Saber Intent condensed to the extreme, transforming into a terrifying saber beam capable of slaying a Heavenly Venerable.

Killing intent permeated the air.

The spectating Prodigies closed their eyes when they saw this, unable to bear watching any longer.

The Ye Family Prodigy and the Hegemon Palace successor were likely both going to fall here today.

"The Ye Family Imperial Scion is scared after all; he hasn't dared to show his face even now."

"A pity for Ye Wuchen and Xiang Tian, giving their lives for him in vain."

Just as that fatal saber beam was about to strike, at the very moment everyone thought the outcome was decided—

A majestic voice rang out from outside the medicine garden.

"Who gave you the nerve to touch someone from my Ye Family?"

Before the voice had even faded, a seemingly ordinary Sword Qi struck first despite being launched later.

It lacked a startling momentum, yet it struck with absolute precision at the weakest point of that gray saber beam.

Bang!

Xiao Qianjue's full-strength strike actually shattered like fragile glass at the impact.

The surroundings fell silent.

Everyone's gaze simultaneously shifted toward the source of the voice.

A youth dressed in white was seen walking over with slow steps.

His aura was restrained, and his expression was calm.

Ye Yun.

He had finally arrived.

Ye Yun ignored everyone. With one step, his figure appeared in front of Ye Wuchen and Xiang Tian.

He glanced at their injuries, his brow furrowing slightly.

"You've worked hard."

He spoke to the two of them in a gentle voice.

"Leave the rest to me."

"Step back and recover from your wounds."

Ye Wuchen and Xiang Tian exchanged a glance and said nothing more, dragging their heavily injured bodies to the side.

Xiao Qianjue was momentarily stunned by Ye Yun's sudden appearance, but then he began to sneer.

"You're finally willing to come out?"

His gaze swept over Ye Yun. Feeling that the other's Dao Fruit aura hadn't even reached six thousand feet, the contempt in his eyes grew even stronger.

"I thought you were going to be a shrinking turtle for the rest of your life."

Ye Yun did not waste words with him.

Since he dared to touch his people, he would have to pay the price.

"Star Suppressing."

He gave a low shout, no longer restraining himself as his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body erupted fully.

But this time, what soared into the sky was not pure golden blood-qi smoke.

A sharp Geng-Metal Qi surged from his body, merging with the vast power of his blood-qi.

At that moment, the golden Sacred Body radiance on Ye Yun's skin transformed into a platinum color.

Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, Star Suppressing Form!

He took a step forward and charged directly at Xiao Qianjue.

"You're looking for death!"

Xiao Qianjue was thoroughly enraged by Ye Yun's dismissive attitude, and he swung his saber to slash down.

However, Ye Yun neither dodged nor avoided it, meeting it directly with a punch.

Bang!

The fist wrapped in platinum radiance collided violently with the pitch-black blade.

Xiao Qianjue only felt an irresistible force transmit through the saber; the web between his thumb and forefinger instantly split open, and he was sent flying back uncontrollably.

The bizarre Saber Intent he was so proud of was easily ground to pieces by the Geng-Metal Qi contained within the platinum radiance the moment they touched.

"How is this possible!"

Xiao Qianjue forcibly stabilized his form, unable to believe it.

Ye Yun gave him no chance to breathe.

He followed like a shadow, closing the distance.

One punch.

Another punch.

There were no fancy Divine Abilities, no profound sword moves.

Only the purest, most overbearing fists.

Xiao Qianjue's saber techniques appeared laughable before Ye Yun's Star Suppressing Form.

His saber was fast, but Ye Yun's fists were faster.

His saber was cunning, but Ye Yun's fists were more overbearing.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The dull sounds of impact rang out incessantly.

To outsiders, this looked like a completely one-sided beating.

That successor of the Mad Saber Sect, who had been so insufferably arrogant and had suppressed two top Prodigies, was now like a sandbag, being beaten by Ye Yun from one end of the medicine garden to the other.

All his counterattacks and saber moves were directly shattered by those platinum fists in the most brutal fashion.

Finally, Ye Yun landed an uppercut heavily on Xiao Qianjue's chin.

Xiao Qianjue was sent flying high into the air; the long saber slipped from his hand, drawing an arc in the sky before stabbing into the ground in the distance.

He crashed heavily to the ground, an unknown number of bones broken, coughing up blood in a pathetic state.

Ye Yun walked slowly to his side and looked down at him from above.

His body was completely unsullied by dust.

Killing intent began to permeate the air.

"Is this all the Mad Saber Sect is capable of?"

Ye Yun's voice was calm, yet it struck heavily against Xiao Qianjue's heart.

He returned Xiao Qianjue's previous mockery exactly as it had been given.

"Your saber is too soft."

"It's not even qualified to scratch an itch for me."

"The Mad Saber Great Emperor is trash, and the one he taught is also trash."

These words were more painful to him than being killed.

Xiao Qianjue stared fixedly at Ye Yun, his eyes full of hatred but without a hint of surrender.

He struggled, trying to crawl up and fight again.

Just as Ye Yun was prepared to strike the killing blow and settle this trouble once and for all—

Boom!

In the deepest part of the tomb, a vast Imperial Might suddenly erupted.

A pillar of light soared into the sky, as if some peerless Legacy was about to appear.

All the Prodigies were drawn to this phenomenon, their attention instantly shifting away from Ye Yun.

"The Heavenly Emperor's Legacy!"

Someone shouted, and everyone turned into streaks of light, rushing toward the depths of the tomb.

In the chaos, several followers took the opportunity to support the heavily injured Xiao Qianjue.

Xiao Qianjue turned back and gave Ye Yun a venomous look.

Then, amid his unwilling roars, several people carried him away as they fled.

Ye Yun watched the direction they disappeared in with cold eyes, ultimately choosing not to pursue.

He restrained his aura, looked toward the pillar of light, then glanced at the injuries of Ye Wuchen and Xiang Tian, finally choosing to stay where he was.

...

The Land of Expedition was a place of desolation.

The Great Ancient Ancestor, Desolate Heaven, and dozens of other human Emperor-level experts were trapped in an area polluted by a great terror, their expressions solemn.

The teleportation channel back to the Three Thousand Dao Provinces had long been completely sealed by a mysterious power.

"The matter is very clear now."

Desolate Heaven's voice was raspy as he combined his findings with the Great Ancient Ancestor's deductions.

"The 'Abyss Lord' went missing after the North Sea Heavenly Emperor's expedition. It is highly likely that it has already entered the Three Thousand Dao Provinces through some means."

"There must be internal traitors within the Three Thousand Dao Provinces assisting them. This accident is a massive conspiracy they've laid out."

"A catastrophe might already be brewing within the Three Thousand Dao Provinces."

Everyone's hearts sank, realizing the severity of the problem.

"Someone must go back and bring this news to the Three Thousand Dao Provinces."

A Heavenly Emperor-level Gatekeeper stationed here, who possessed the 'Longevity Sacred Body', spoke up. His face was ancient and his aura distant.

"If I join forces with the Hell-Suppressing Heavenly Emperor, who is leading this expedition, we can gather all our strength to forcibly tear open a brief rift. But this rift is extremely unstable and cannot withstand Heavenly Emperor-level power, so the one returning must be a Great Emperor."

"Furthermore, there is only one chance."

"This person must be the strongest, an invincible existence at the Great Emperor level."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's gazes converged simultaneously on one person.

Desolate Heaven.