Even the well-traveled Pavilion Master Xing of the ‘Tianxin Pavilion,’ who had been recording the battle from afar, felt his throat go dry as he murmured in awe, “A single strike left the master of the Demonheart Society severely wounded, and three strikes shattered his body. It seems he truly is a Divine Emperor mid-level ascender, with strength nearly rivaling a late-stage Divine Emperor.”
What did it mean to possess combat power comparable to a late-stage Divine Emperor?
The many experts of Junshan City understood all too well. Someone like the esteemed City Lord of ‘Dongmu City’ was a late-stage Divine Emperor. Previously, Yufeng Junshan had exhausted all means to marry his daughter to the Ninth Young Master of Dongmu City, sending countless gifts and even attempting to pull strings through Dongmu City’s higher-ups to seek the ‘Dongmu City Lord’s’ aid. Yet, in truth, the envoys dispatched by Junshan City hadn’t even been qualified to meet the Dongmu City Lord!
Even across the entire Divine Realm, late-stage Divine Emperors were super overlords in their own right! Even the three great royal clans had to treat them with respect!
“A mid-stage Divine Emperor ascender, with late-stage Divine Emperor combat power, crippled the infamous Demonheart Old Fiend—ranked on the Divine Emperor List—in just three strikes!” Yufeng Junshan trembled inwardly.
The Demonheart Old Fiend was ranked within the top thousand across the entire Divine Realm.
And he had been crippled in three strikes!
This spoke volumes of the terror of Master Feixue!
“A great opportunity, a great opportunity! My daughter Qingyin actually managed to become a disciple of such a powerhouse, and in doing so, saved our entire Yufeng Clan.” Yufeng Junshan looked at his daughter, Yufeng Qingyin.
Yufeng Lei and Yufeng Jin, the two brothers, couldn’t help but glance at their younger sister beside them. They felt both envy and joy for her.
“Late-stage Divine Emperor combat power?”
“Heavens!”
“Such a powerhouse, hiding in a remote little city like our Junshan City?”
The various experts were astounded.
Such strength was beyond their comprehension. After all, in any corner of the Divine Realm, late-stage Divine Emperor combat power was considered the pinnacle of super experts.
“I wonder if Senior Feixue can catch up and kill that Demonheart Society master,” many experts murmured as they gazed into the distance where the Demonheart Society master and Dongbo Xueying had fled and pursued. The vast wilderness was already empty—their speeds were simply too fast.
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*Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—*
The wind howled.
The master of the Demonheart Society was flying at an astonishing speed, wrapped in a deep green light. His body had already been repaired, though this was merely superficial—restoring his depleted vitality would take far longer.
“With the treasure bestowed by the Valley Master, my current speed surpasses even most late-stage Divine Emperors. I’m much faster than that Feixue Divine Emperor,” the Demonheart Society master thought, glancing back. At least, he could no longer see his pursuer with the naked eye. Still, he dared not slacken, continuing at full speed to widen the gap as much as possible.
After flying at such extreme speed for the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the deep green light around him finally dissipated.
The Demonheart Society master looked at the withered branch in his hand, which crumbled into dust—the treasure had been completely exhausted.
“After all this time, I should have shaken him off,” the Demonheart Society master thought, though he still flew at full speed. He didn’t even bother summoning a warship or other treasures—while those didn’t require his attention to control, their speeds couldn’t match his desperate escape.
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In the wilderness.
Dongbo Xueying had long since adjusted his physical form, stabilizing his Hunyuan Refinement. He sat leisurely on a large boulder, sipping from a flask of wine.
His opponent was fleeing at breakneck speed, but he wasn’t foolish enough to chase blindly—how exhausting.
“Hmm, his speed has slowed. It seems the power of his treasure has worn off,” Dongbo Xueying mused. Through his tracking arts, he could sense the general location of the Demonheart Society master. After all, the karmic ties between them were now significant.
“I’ll wait a little longer. Even with my Voidbug Movement Technique at full speed, it’ll take a while to catch up.” Dongbo Xueying estimated the timing and continued drinking.
“Almost time.”
“Time to move.”
Dongbo Xueying stored his wine flask with a flip of his hand. His arms thickened, their surfaces covered in layers of black membrane as his aura turned violent and unstable once more. His right hand reached out, gripping a black spear.
*Rip—*
A black rift tore open beside him, and Dongbo Xueying flashed inside.
**Great Voidbreaker Teleportation!**
Though the Demonheart Society master was fleeing desperately, the distance between them wasn’t insurmountable—after all, he was merely flying! Using a technique capable of reaching any corner of the Divine Realm to chase him was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. Dongbo Xueying simply couldn’t be bothered to exhaust himself with the Voidbug Movement Technique.
*Rip—* Emerging from the black rift, Dongbo Xueying sensed the Demonheart Society master’s position ahead and leisurely activated his Voidbug Movement Technique. His figure blurred as he swiftly closed the distance.
In just a dozen breaths.
The fleeing Demonheart Society master turned in shock and fury to see a tiny figure in the distance—the spear-wielding Feixue Divine Emperor!
“He caught up?!” The Demonheart Society master was both terrified and enraged. “I shook him off so far, yet he still refuses to let me go? He chased me all this way?!”
There was nothing he could do.
Dongbo Xueying had long since reached the ultimate realm of the Void Path, and his soul had attained unprecedented heights, even merging with a drop of the Ten Thousand-Touch Dragon Mother’s heartblood. Back when he was only a second-level Cosmic God, even Emperor Xia couldn’t track him—let alone now. In this world, only the three creators of this realm, the Hunyuan powerhouses, could possibly trace him.
*Swish—swish—swish—*
Though the Demonheart Society master fled desperately, Dongbo Xueying’s figure closed in relentlessly, growing larger in his vision.
“You can’t escape,” Dongbo Xueying said calmly.
“Feixue Divine Emperor, we have no enmity between us! You’ve already killed two of my Divine Emperors. Can we let bygones be bygones? I swear an oath—from this day forth, I will never return to Junshan City, nor will I seek any revenge against the Yufeng Clan!” The Demonheart Society master pleaded frantically as he fled.
“No enmity?” Dongbo Xueying shook his head. “I seem to recall you saying in Junshan City, ‘This grudge, my Demonheart remembers.'”
The Demonheart Society master’s heart sank.
Times had changed!
“Feixue Divine Emperor, spare me! I’ll agree to anything!” the master begged, panicked as Dongbo Xueying closed in.
His answer was a cold, piercing thrust of Dongbo Xueying’s spear.
A single strike.
The surrounding void warped like a bubble, encasing the Demonheart Society master before collapsing into a black dot. The master shrank rapidly within the bubble, his face twisted in rage and despair. *Why? Why am I so unlucky? Why won’t this Feixue Divine Emperor spare me?!*
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A mere few strikes later.
The Demonheart Society master was reduced to dust within the violent spatial turbulence, leaving only scattered remnants. Dongbo Xueying waved his hand, collecting them.
“Hmph.” Dongbo Xueying snorted coldly. The reason he had pursued relentlessly, offering no quarter, was simple.
In his perception, the karmic weight clinging to the Demonheart Society master was immense—countless threads of resentment entangled him. Faced with such a fiend, Dongbo Xueying had no reason to hold back. The master had even styled himself ‘Demonheart,’ acting without restraint. His grudge against Yufeng Junshan had driven him to attempt the annihilation of the entire Yufeng Clan—proof enough of his nature.
“The Demonheart Society—leader eliminated, two Divine Emperors slain, three escaped. That’s enough.” Dongbo Xueying smiled faintly and turned back.
He didn’t bother chasing the remaining three.
With his Great Voidbreaker Teleportation and ability to alter his aura at will—while his enemies couldn’t track him—hunting down those three would have been trivial. But at his core, Dongbo Xueying only acted against true fiends. The ordinary struggles and killings among cultivators didn’t concern him.
The Demonheart Society’s leader and five Divine Emperors.
Of them, only the ‘Demonheart Society master’ and the even more ruthless ‘Ghostflame Divine Emperor’ could be considered true fiends. Initially, Dongbo Xueying had slain the ‘Venomwind Divine Emperor’ first—a scheming figure who had targeted the weakest, Yufeng Qingyin. Next, he had chosen to kill the Ghostflame Divine Emperor precisely because of the overwhelming resentment clinging to him, even more than the Demonheart Society master. Naturally, he had shown no mercy.
The three who escaped? They were average by the Divine Realm’s standards—not given to indiscriminate slaughter, merely engaged in ordinary conflicts.
Truthfully, in the vast wilderness of the Divine Realm, populations were concentrated in cities, making large-scale massacres rare.
Those three Divine Emperors had survived precisely because their karmic resentment was light.
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Junshan City.
At last, a blurred figure streaked across the sky.
The Yufeng Clan’s estate was packed with experts, including Pavilion Master Xing of Tianxin Pavilion and Chuanqing Shenjun of the Xuanhuo Army’s detachment—all waiting eagerly. When the white-robed figure appeared, their hearts trembled with awe. After all, this was a being with late-stage Divine Emperor combat power.
*Whoosh.*
Dongbo Xueying descended.
“Feixue Divine Emperor!”
“Senior Feixue!”
“Master Feixue!”
A chorus of respectful greetings rang out.
Dongbo Xueying swept his gaze across them and nodded. “The Demonheart Divine Emperor has been slain by me.”
Yufeng Junshan, Pavilion Master Xing, and the others felt a chill. Though they had guessed the Demonheart Society master’s fate when they could no longer sense his karma, hearing it confirmed by Dongbo Xueying still weighed heavily on them. After all, this was a super expert ranked on the Divine Emperor List—slain just like that.
“Master.” Yufeng Qingyin stepped forward.
Dongbo Xueying looked at his disciple and finally smiled. “Qingyin, the matter is resolved. You needn’t worry anymore.”
The onlookers gazed at Yufeng Qingyin with envy. It was clear that this ascender Divine Emperor treated his disciple differently. Likely, his intervention had been solely for her sake.
“Senior Feixue,” Yufeng Junshan said shamelessly, “you’ve saved our entire Yufeng Clan. We can never repay this debt.”
“Enough,” Dongbo Xueying cut him off. “I have matters to attend to. I won’t keep you all. Qingyin, come with me.”
“Yes, Master.” Yufeng Qingyin obeyed promptly.
Dongbo Xueying turned and left.
He had no patience for idle chatter with this crowd.
“Such a powerful backer…” Yufeng Junshan watched Dongbo Xueying and his daughter depart, his heart swelling with excitement.
*We must cling to this mighty leg!*
Never in his life had Yufeng Junshan had the chance to lean on such a formidable ally!
Among the gathered experts, Pavilion Master Xing continued scribbling in his book: “Unable to trace the Demonheart Society master’s karma. Feixue Divine Emperor returned from the wilderness, declaring the Demonheart Divine Emperor slain by his hand.” This intelligence would be swiftly reported upward. Pavilion Master Xing trembled with excitement—the Divine Emperor List would surely be revised because of this!
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