Chapter 415: Young Master of Flying Cloud Lake

Yun Hai’s expression changed as he transmitted a message, “How did we provoke someone like this? Dongbo, we need to run, now!”

Dongbo Xueying watched as a black-clad attendant from the carriage high above suddenly transformed into a dark mist, charging straight toward him. After a brief moment of thought, he deduced the reason for the attack: “It seems my glance earlier angered him. But this is too tyrannical! I was so far away, merely looking at him in passing… Just because of my expression? And that made him furious?”

Dongbo Xueying was speechless.

Was this how domineering people acted?

“If this were Anhai Prefecture’s capital or the Divine Court, where powerful figures abound, no one would dare act so arrogantly,” Dongbo Xueying mused silently. In those places, even those with formidable backgrounds, though still overbearing, wouldn’t take offense at a mere distant glance—unless deliberately provoked.

After all, such places were teeming with powerful figures, a mix of dragons and fish. If every glance led to bloodshed, one might unknowingly offend someone beyond their reckoning.

“But here in a starfield capital, with only a handful of World Deities… Those with even a hint of backing act like they own the place.” Dongbo Xueying sighed inwardly. He had long comprehended a first-grade True Intent, was a ruler of a Material World, and his true body was a World Deity. His pride ran deep—how could he possibly grovel in fear before someone with just a minor advantage?

“Surrender now!” The dark mist descended from above, a furious roar echoing within it.

Yun Hai, the Divine Emperor, immediately dodged aside, but Dongbo Xueying remained rooted in place. Seeing this, Yun Hai grew frantic and transmitted, “Dongbo, run! If you delay, it’ll be too late!”

The dark mist enveloped Dongbo Xueying.

Within the mist, the temperature plummeted, forming countless tendrils of icy energy that swiftly encased him, freezing him into a sculpture. *Crack, crack, crack!* The obsidian-hued ice sculpture was incredibly sturdy. Meanwhile, the mist coalesced back into human form—the black-clad attendant, who sneered at the frozen figure. “Can’t even break free from my spell, yet you dare act so arrogantly.”

With that, the attendant stretched out a hand, his palm expanding to seize the ice sculpture.

But just then—

*Crack, crack!* The sculpture began to fracture, and an arm moved.

*Snap!*

The frozen hand blurred like lightning, infused with the profundity of the Extreme Point Penetration. At such close range, the attendant had no time to react before the slap struck his face. *Boom!* The attendant was sent crashing headfirst into the street, the impact shaking the ground beneath.

The attendant’s body flickered as if dispersing, but it quickly reformed.

The ice sculpture lifted its head.

The frost on its face shattered, revealing Dongbo Xueying’s visage. Such cold was trivial—utterly insignificant to the Ten Thousand Tribulations Chaotic Body.

“This…” The green-haired man on the carriage above, initially cold-eyed, stiffened in shock before his fury flared. “All of you, attack! Capture him!”

No sooner had he spoken than the second attendant moved to strike—only for a figure in star-blue robes to materialize on the carriage. Another Dongbo Xueying.

With a flick of his wrist, this Dongbo Xueying delivered a similarly lightning-fast slap to the attendant’s face. There was no dodging—the speed of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Chaotic Body, combined with the Extreme Point Penetration, was beyond the attendant’s ability to evade. The force of the blow sent the attendant’s mind reeling as his body *thudded* against the carriage wheel. Though his divine form was resilient, it twisted momentarily before reforming, leaving him dazed.

“You—you… How—?” The green-haired man gaped at the Dongbo Xueying before him, then at the one still standing in the street below.

Indeed.

Two Dongbo Xueyings, both clad in identical star-blue robes.

One on the street, the other on his carriage.

*Hum!* The green-haired man instantly activated the carriage’s defensive formation, a shimmering barrier enveloping his seat. His eyes glinted with malice as he snarled at the Dongbo Xueying before him, “Quite the skill, aren’t you? But this is the Wushan Starfield. Here, you dare challenge *me*?”

“Forget capturing him alive—kill him!” the green-haired man roared.

“Yes!” “Yes!” “Yes!”

A chorus of voices answered.

The two attendants, now recovered, lunged forward again, joined by the nine black-scaled beasts pulling the carriage. The beasts morphed into humanoid forms—men clad in black armor, their auras far more savage than ordinary peak-tier deities. Individually, these beasts weren’t as valuable as the Mo Lou Beasts, but collectively, their price surpassed even those creatures, and their strength was formidable.

Eleven attackers surged toward the Dongbo Xueying on the carriage—the one closest to their young master.

The Dongbo Xueying beside the carriage extended his right hand, summoning a fiery-red spear. With a single sweeping motion, the spear cleaved through the air, conjuring phantom dark stars in its wake. The sheer force of the swing caused the surrounding space to buckle, forcing the nine black-scaled warriors and two attendants to scatter in panic.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

The nine warriors narrowly avoided the brunt of the attack, flung aside by the residual force. The two attendants barely dodged in time.

*Thud!*

A single spear strike sent all eleven fleeing in terror.

Without pause, Dongbo Xueying thrust his spear toward the green-haired man on the carriage—a strike imbued with the *Starfall Annihilation* technique. *Pfft!* Though the carriage was a treasure, its defensive barrier couldn’t withstand such power. The spear pierced the barrier effortlessly, forcing the green-haired man to dodge frantically as the tip embedded itself into the seat beside him.

Terrified, the green-haired man scrambled to escape, his two female companions equally panicked.

“Trying to run?” A hand shot out, seizing the green-haired man by the throat and lifting him off his feet.

“Release our young master at once!” The two attendants and nine warriors hovering nearby paled in horror. If their master died, they would all be executed.

“My father is the master of Feiyun Lake—a World Deity!” the green-haired man blurted. “He’s friends with the Starfield Warden! I—I hold an official rank! You can’t kill me! If you do, my father, the Warden, even the entire Bloodblade Divine Court will hunt you down!”

The green-haired man was truly desperate.

This opponent was too strong.

His carriage’s defenses had been breached in a single strike!

Though he shouted threats, he dared not resist while gripped by Dongbo Xueying, fearing to provoke the terrifying figure before him.

…

Though the events seemed drawn out, in reality, less than a breath had passed since the green-haired man had lashed out with his Heart-Searing Whip and ordered his men to attack.

“How amusing. That fool from Feiyun Lake is finally getting his comeuppance,” remarked a few Bloodblade Divine Court soldiers watching from afar, thoroughly entertained.

“The young master of Feiyun Lake has been captured!”

“Look, look!”

Below, many deities on the distant streets had also noticed the commotion.

Yun Hai transmitted urgently, “Dongbo, he holds an official rank. We should leave now.”

“Official rank? Master of Feiyun Lake? A World Deity?” The star-blue-robed Dongbo Xueying feigned shock, still gripping the green-haired man.

“Yes! My father is the master of Feiyun Lake, a World Deity!” the green-haired man pleaded. “Let me go!”

Dongbo Xueying adopted a look of exaggerated fear. “Will your father seek revenge? Will he kill me? If I’m doomed, shouldn’t I take you with me?”

The green-haired man’s eyes bulged. “No, no—!”