Chapter 740: Terrifying Power

“Yes.”

The guards were brimming with murderous intent, especially Cha Yunong, who had just revealed his identity and was eager to display his strength. With the presence of the supreme ‘Red Fiend Emperor’ on their side, they were filled with boundless confidence. After all, the gap between a Venerable and a supreme was truly vast—once one stepped into the supreme realm, it was a qualitative transformation!

Take Qing Jun, for example. He could sweep through a group of Venerables, but even when he had pushed all three of his paths to their extreme bottlenecks, he could only barely match the weakest ‘Bloody Supreme Niluo,’ who had deliberately held back his power. This alone illustrated the immense disparity between a Venerable and a supreme.

They were certain of victory! This was nothing short of a slaughter!

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”

They transformed into streaks of light, charging straight toward Dongbo Xueying and the group of guards rushing toward them.

Meanwhile, Dongbo Xueying and the others were still somewhat puzzled as they swiftly approached.

“Brother Cong, Brother Shandan, what’s going on?” Dongbo Xueying wasn’t fully aware of the situation. Beside him, Cong and Shandan, who were flying at high speed alongside him, paled instantly. Having served the prince for much longer, they immediately recognized the distant figure—the eldest prince, ‘Jiao Yunteng’—and the red-haired, one-eyed elder beside him, an existence they could never hope to resist: the supreme ‘Red Fiend Divine Emperor.’

“It’s the eldest prince and his men. The one beside him is the supreme Red Fiend Divine Emperor,” Shandan quickly transmitted to Dongbo Xueying.

“With the Red Fiend Divine Emperor here, we’re just marching to our deaths again,” Cong said bitterly.

Dongbo Xueying immediately understood.

Over the past thirty million years, he had occasionally ventured out and sparred briefly with the other guards, learning some information. He knew that his prince, Jiao Yunliu, was most hostile toward the eldest prince, ‘Jiao Yunteng.’

“They’re attacking!”

“Before the Red Fiend Divine Emperor makes his move, kill as many as we can!”

“Fight to the death!”

The arriving guards quickly assessed the situation, realizing there was no hope of victory. Each of them burned with fury—they were Venerables, after all, with their own dignity and pride! They refused to be slaughtered without resistance. Before the Red Fiend Divine Emperor, who held himself in such high regard, could act, they would strike back, taking down as many as they could.

Dongbo Xueying watched as the enemy forces transformed into streaks of light, their killing intent overwhelming. His gaze then shifted to the distant Red Fiend Divine Emperor, and his eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Before the war between our cultivator universe and the Mother Goddess Sect begins, what better opportunity could there be than to test myself against a supreme?”

“Swish.”

Dongbo Xueying flipped his hand, revealing six throwing daggers. The terrifying power of his Voidwalker body, now at the sixth level, was only partially channeled into the daggers. After all, with his current strength alone, he could easily crush the three Holy Protectors of the past. Against a group of Venerables, there was no need to exert much effort. He flicked his wrist.

The six daggers vanished into the Void World.

Then, Dongbo Xueying produced another six daggers and hurled them as well. This set of twelve daggers had been obtained from the Mother Goddess Sect’s protectors.

The twelve daggers streaked through the Void World, each carrying immense power. Under Dongbo Xueying’s control, they simultaneously emerged from the Void World, appearing before twelve of the enemy guards. None of them had time to react—Dongbo Xueying’s Void Path had long since reached its extreme bottleneck. In the cultivator universe, no Venerable could sense his attacks in advance.

The twelve guards were all struck in the chest, the daggers piercing clean through before disappearing once more.

At the moment of impact, an invisible force brimming with terrifying killing intent surged into their bodies, causing every inch of them to tremble.

The twelve guards, who had been flying at high speed, suddenly froze, continuing forward only by inertia as their speed gradually slowed. The other guards looked on in confusion.

“Whoosh—”

One by one, their bodies crumbled like sand before dissipating into nothingness.

All twelve guards were utterly annihilated—except for one, whose body reformed from the void. Cloaked in black robes, hunched over, his green eyes beneath the hood stared at Dongbo Xueying in horror.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

Both Dongbo Xueying’s allies and the eldest prince’s guards halted in shock.

……

“Why him again? Why him? I refuse to accept this!” Prince Jiao Yunliu trembled as he stared at the golden-armored man in the distance, his fury reaching its peak. “I’ve endured so long in hiding after discovering the Black Fiend Sacred Fruit Tree, waiting to use it for my breakthrough. And now he appears again? I can’t bear this!”

As he watched his guards and his elder brother’s forces about to clash, his heart ached.

He knew.

The Red Fiend Divine Emperor would casually obliterate his strongest guards, while the rest would be slaughtered.

“What do I do? What do I do?” Jiao Yunliu seethed with rage, despair, and unwillingness. His blood boiled, his mind on the verge of exploding.

Then—

He froze.

His eyes locked onto the distance, where twelve daggers pierced through the chests of twelve guards before vanishing. Their bodies crumbled instantly, with only one reforming from the void.

Jiao Yunliu’s gaze shifted to Dongbo Xueying, who now held the twelve daggers in his hand before storing them away with a wave.

“Guard Dongbo?” Jiao Yunliu murmured.

……

Terror.

Sheer terror.

Not only were the enemy guards petrified, but even Dongbo Xueying’s own allies were stunned.

A mere toss of daggers had slain eleven Venerable-level guards? Their armor had been pierced through in a single strike?

How many guards did the eldest prince even have? Barely over twenty. How many more could he afford to lose?

“Brother Dongbo?” Shandan, Cong, and the others were dumbfounded. The companion they had sparred with a few times—so amiable and unassuming—was actually this terrifying?

“Still not leaving?”

Dongbo Xueying didn’t stop, continuing to fly toward Prince Jiao Yunliu.

“Retreat!” The eldest prince’s guards fled in panic, their will to fight utterly shattered. The current Dongbo Xueying was far too powerful—far surpassing even Qing Jun and Pang Yi before they became supremes. To these Venerables, he was an unstoppable force of slaughter.

“The gap is too vast. No wonder Master and the others barred Venerables from the final battle,” Dongbo Xueying mused. Even with his previous strength, the supremes had paid him little heed—only the power of the ‘Black Gourd’ had been of any use.

“But now, I should be enough.”

Dongbo Xueying glanced at the Red Fiend Divine Emperor before landing before the palace gates, facing the stunned Prince Jiao Yunliu. “Your Highness.”

“Guard Dongbo.” The prince was utterly shaken. This newly recruited guard—whom he had treated well out of habit, without considering him particularly significant—had just astounded him beyond measure. This ‘Guard Dongbo’ was beyond imagination. Even if all his elder brother’s guards joined forces, they would be effortlessly crushed.

“Your Highness need not worry. With me here, no one can harm you,” Dongbo Xueying said.

“Good, good. But be careful—that Red Fiend Divine Emperor is a supreme, immensely powerful,” the prince urged, still uneasy.

Dongbo Xueying smiled.

He wasn’t certain if he could defeat a supreme, but he had full confidence in protecting the prince. Having reached the sixth level of the Voidwalker, his mastery over the void had grown exponentially. He could easily whisk the prince away in an instant if needed.

But he wasn’t about to concede so easily.

“Such arrogance,” a cold voice rang out.

Dongbo Xueying turned.

The golden-armored man, Jiao Yunteng, hovered in the distance, his face twisted with fury. “You’re the new guard my useless brother recruited? Hmph. You overestimate yourself.” He glanced at the Red Fiend Divine Emperor beside him.

The one-eyed supreme, however, remained calm, even smiling. “Young man, not bad. Among Venerables, you reign supreme. Tell me, what’s your name?”

“I am Dongbo Xueying,” Dongbo Xueying replied, looking up at him.

The Red Fiend Divine Emperor chuckled. “I intend to kill your prince and take the Black Fiend Sacred Fruit. Are you certain you wish to face me?”

Dongbo Xueying suppressed his excitement. Thirty million years of cultivation had left him uncertain of his own limits. The impending final battle in his homeland had stoked his eagerness to test himself against a supreme. Staring at the Red Fiend Divine Emperor in the sky, his eyes blazed with fervor as he grinned.

“I’ve been looking forward to this. I’ve never fought a supreme before.”