“You didn’t see any ghost!” a voice cold and emotionless, then three figures astonishingly passed through the cabin wall and suddenly appeared before Yang Hao. These three individuals were all dressed in long white robes, their heads covered with tall, triangular hats that completely concealed their faces. They treated walls as if they were nothing, effortlessly passing through them as though they were mere air.
One of the tall figures stood directly in front of Yang Hao and continued speaking, “What you’re seeing are gods—we are the divine race of this universe.”
This person spoke with tremendous authority, indeed exuding the imposing aura of a Shenzu member. There was no need for him to even lift a finger; his presence alone was enough to intimidate others. Even Hun Yuanzi, an old ghost who had lived for a thousand years, felt rather uneasy: “A Shenzu member! So it’s truly a member of the Shenzu. I’m actually standing this close to one. Please don’t absorb me by mistake.”
“Hey, big brother from the Divine Clan!” Yang Hao wasn’t afraid of anyone powerful—he was simply a lawless guy who said whatever he pleased. He continued boldly, “What the hell are you guys up to? Why did you kidnap me and hit me with a stick? Who hit me just now? Hurry up and stand up so I can show you a thing or two.”
“Don’t speak to the Divine Race like that,” Yuan Zi actually looked quite afraid, a rare sight. “Anger them, and they can crush you with just a flick of their finger.”
“Tch, am I just going to let someone hit me for nothing?” Yang Hao wore a look of discontent all over his face, his eyes darting back and forth among the three people in front of him, as if trying to single out the culprit.
“You’re Yang Hao?” the tall man asked impatiently. “The legendary genius swordsman, Yang Hao?”
“Genius swordsman? Me?” Yang Hao was taken aback. He had never imagined someone would call him that. In the past, people referred to him as the aphrodisiac seller or that damned kid, at most calling him captain or great leader. But the splendid title of genius swordsman wasn’t something easily bestowed.
But Yang Hao’s other not shameless is famous for his thick skin, he only considered for a few seconds, then proudly accepted: “That’s right, that’s right, I’m that legendary genius swordsman. Not only am I a prodigy youth, I’m also a handsome young man from the universe, unmatched and lonely under the heavens, like a rare pear blossom surpassing the beauty of the hibiscus. It’s rare for you gods to have such insight to have heard of me. What an honor to meet you.”
“Hmm… Yang Hao said to the person beside him, ‘It’s him. Cut open his head.'”
A burly, short, and stout deity beside him grunted and brandished a dagger shaped like a crescent moon, then strode toward Yang Hao with a fierce and threatening manner.
“Wait! Calm down!” Yang Hao stepped back several paces, his hands raised in a defensive posture. “Hey, you three divine fellows, what do you think you’re doing? Don’t think you can just act however you please just because you’re of the Divine Race. Do you really think I’m afraid of you? Don’t forget—I’m a genius swordsman and the unrivaled loner of the universe!”
“It’s just cutting off your head, nothing big. I’ll glue it back on for you,” said the tall god, his voice extremely eerie.
Yang Hao shivered several times in succession. This kind of situation was completely new to him. Who had ever met someone who immediately started talking about cutting off heads right after meeting? Yang Hao patted his own precious head, determined to protect it at all costs: “Cut the crap. How about I cut your head off instead? Don’t think you’re so tough just because you’re a Divine Clan member. Even if you were a real god descending into the world, I wouldn’t be afraid of you either. Be careful—I might unleash my flying swords at any moment. My flying swords are famous for their power. If you’re scared, just send me back to the Saint Bear Star right away.”
“Flying sword?” The tall man sneered, “Your flying sword is so powerful? What can it do?”
Yang Hao thought the other party was intimidated by him and eagerly continued to boast, “My flying sword can decapitate a top general amidst ten thousand troops. How formidable were the experts from the Wang family? How powerful was the swordsman from the Guangjian Sect? How arrogant were the disciples of the Heifeng Sword Sect? All of them became souls beneath my blade. Otherwise, how could I have earned the illustrious title of ‘Prodigy Swordsman’? “
“Amazing, truly amazing,” the tall man said, clapping his hands vigorously.
“If you know fear, then step aside. If not, I can always find an old man for you to dissect.” Yang Hao estimated that the distance between himself and the tall man was no more than five steps. He felt more confident because he believed that if he unleashed the Wind-Sundering Invisible Sword, he could take the man’s life. “In my place, there’s an old fellow named Hertz. He’s lived for hundreds of years and is practically dying anyway. You can have him to slice open for your experiments.”
“But we just want your head,” the tall man added, “Your head is heavy enough.”
“I’m not a pig’s head!” Yang Hao was really having a terrible day. Was having a big head now a crime? He angrily shot out his Flame Sword, and in a fierce tone, he threatened, “If you dare take another step closer, I’ll fight you all!” However, Yang Hao’s threatening stance was somewhat pretentious. The Invisible Sword had yet to unleash its full power, and to achieve that, he needed to draw everyone’s attention to other parts of himself.
As expected, the three divine beings also felt as if they were facing a great enemy, their eyes fixed intently.
On that oddly shaped sword, which was also engulfed in roaring flames—Yang Hao naturally became extremely delighted upon seeing it. He had already sent out his invisible sword, and cleverly maneuvered it so that this short blade, undetectable to ordinary people, flew behind the tall man.
“Wind Split!” Yang Hao shouted joyfully, seeing that none of the three had noticed his scheme, “Got you!”
The Hidden Sword flew out like an arrow released from a bow, swiftly slashing toward the tall man’s neck. Seeing the tall man standing motionless, completely unguarded, Yang Hao felt a surge of smug satisfaction. He couldn’t help but think: isn’t it an eternal truth of the universe that those who seek to take others’ heads will inevitably have their own heads taken?
However, Yang Hao’s joy was premature. Before the wind could silently draw near, the tall divine figure casually flicked his fingernail, which was already so long it was curling upward.
With just a “ding,” Gao Ge, the tall one, merely flicked his own fingernail, yet Feng Lie had already been knocked down and was now lying on the ground, helpless and defeated.
This change was something Yang Hao had not anticipated. Ever since he successfully mastered the Invisible Sword, Yang Hao had never failed. Clearly, these three deities before him did not seem very impressive, but their power far exceeded that of Yang Hao’s previous opponents.
“Your strength is so small it’s pathetic,” the tall man laughed like an idiot. “But it will allow me to show you what true divine power is.”
As he spoke, the tall man suddenly extended one arm straight out and clenched his fist tightly: “Stop!”
With a deafening crash, a surge of overwhelming pressure instantly crushed Yang Hao, leaving him gasping for breath. The sudden force of inertia slammed his entire body against the wall, rendering him completely immobile.
“The spaceship has stopped,” Hong Yuanzi suddenly said. Somehow, he no longer looked as frightened as before. “The spaceship inside Qianyue has stopped.”
But now, it was Yang Hao who felt fear. Although his limbs were still pressed by the inertia caused by the spaceship’s sudden stop, sweat already covered his forehead, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of his chest.
Anyone who has piloted a large spacecraft naturally understands what this kind of concept entails. When a space battleship performs an FTL (faster-than-light) jump, its acceleration exceeds the speed of light—and even transcends time itself. The power generated by the reverse-nuclear device, reaching an astonishing one hundred thousand pascals, is so immense that it can even penetrate black holes. One could say that in the universe, once a jump begins, there’s absolutely nothing that can stop this galloping wild horse mid-charge. Even after the jump concludes, the vessel continues surging forward for a considerable distance due to inertia before finally coming to a halt.
However, the tall figure before them could halt the entire spaceship’s movement with just a single clenched fist, without even the slightest inertia pushing it forward. Such power was simply terrifying.
“This…?” Yang Hao feigned nonchalance, though his face was pale, he still rambled, “The spaceship is just a pet you raised yourself. It’s nothing impressive that you can stop it whenever you want.”
“Oh, really?” The tall man wasn’t angry, but instead reached out his hand, pointing out the window. “Then how about this?”
Following his pointing finger, outside the window floated a pale blue satellite. Though called a satellite, it was massive enough that tossing out someone like Yang Hao—even billions of him—would hardly fill it up.
The tall figure spread his palms, uttering terrifying incantations from his mouth. These soul-piercing chants actually seemed to possess real magic, causing the entire spacecraft to groan in agony.
Meanwhile, Yang Hao’s eyes, fixed on the window, were nearly popping out in terror. Right before his gaze, the enormous satellite outside the window began inching closer and closer toward the spaceship.
As we all know, gravity is the strongest force in the universe. Due to differences in gravitational forces, all planets and galaxies remain confined to their own interstellar orbits, creating a delicate balance. To move a planet out of its orbit, one must not only overcome the planet’s own gravitational pull, but more importantly, counteract the gravitational forces of all the planets within the galaxy. Therefore, even an advanced civilization like the Empire must mobilize considerable manpower and resources to move even a small planet.
But now, a real miracle occurred. The tall figure, acting alone, had merely spread his palm, yet that small satellite began moving toward the spaceship, accelerating rapidly. By the time Yang Hao recovered from his shock, the satellite had already soared past the porthole, carrying the immense momentum of a towering mountain on the verge of collapse.
“Enough!” Yang Hao shouted just in time to avoid being crushed to death innocently. “I believe you’re powerful enough; I’m convinced you’re not afraid.”
The tall figure, seeing Yang Hao’s submission, did not press further, but instead waved his hand, signaling Xiaowei to return to his own orbit.
Yang Hao and Hun Yuanzi looked at each other in astonishment, already too terrified to utter a word. To casually command a planet, summoning it at will and dismissing it just as easily—this was truly the power of the divine race, something utterly beyond the reach of ordinary beings.
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