Each of the five Divine Emperors led twenty Divine Lords—this was the greatest advantage the Demonheart Society had in their assault on the Yufeng Clan! The Yufeng Clan had only one early-stage Divine Emperor, ‘Yufeng Junshan.’ In contrast, the Demonheart Society, aside from their leader, had a full five early-stage Divine Emperors! With these leaders and their groups of Divine Lords forming battle formations, they were practically unstoppable.
Even with the aid of defensive arrays, the gap between Divine Lords and Divine Emperors was too vast—a qualitative leap in power.
Not everyone could fight across tiers like the Ascendants could.
“First, eliminate Yufeng Junshan’s children.”
“His eldest son, Yufeng Lei, is quite strong. He’s already gathered a group of experts into a battle formation. I’ll deal with him.”
“As for his other two children—Yufeng Jin and Yufeng Qingyin—I’ll handle them. Haha, I’ll finish them off quickly.”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The five squads moved out separately. The remaining two hundred Divine Lords, already prepared, immediately formed battle formations and launched their assault from above!
…
If the Demonheart Society had attacked as one united force, and the Yufeng Clan had defended as one, they might have held out a little longer with the aid of their arrays.
But divided as they were…
The Demonheart Society’s advantage became overwhelming. The five Divine Emperors leading their squads were like the sharpest fangs!
“Engage the enemy!” roared an elder of the Yufeng Clan.
“Kill!” the Yufeng experts howled in response.
Each of them was prepared to fight to the death, their ferocity unmatched.
“What? They’re targeting us first?” Yufeng Jin and Yufeng Qingyin, the brother and sister, looked up to see a cold-faced man leading twenty Divine Lords in a battle formation, diving straight toward them. The man’s icy gaze was fixed on the siblings—they were clearly his targets.
“I wanted to see more of my clansmen fighting, but instead, a Divine Emperor comes straight for us with a battle formation,” Yufeng Jin said, glancing at his sister.
“Let’s go first, then,” Yufeng Qingyin said calmly, accepting death. She turned to look around—at the many familiar faces: her father, her two brothers, her sisters in the clan, and her master. Her gaze settled on Dongbo Xueying, and she sent a mental message: “Master, protect yourself.”
Dongbo Xueying smiled faintly at the young girl’s words.
Yufeng Qingyin blinked. A smile? Her master was smiling?
“Yufeng Junshan, haha! Are these your children?” the cold-faced man called out mockingly.
In the distance, Yufeng Junshan was barely holding his own against the relentless assault of the Demonheart Society’s leader, even with the aid of the clan’s defensive arrays. When he noticed his children standing at the entrance of the hall, his heart ached. “Jin’er, Qingyin, you go first. Your father will join you soon.” But then, he froze.
Because standing at the entrance, assigned to a battle formation, was Dongbo Xueying in his white robes. Yet, instead of joining the formation, he simply looked up at the descending squad led by the Divine Emperor.
*Thud.*
Dongbo Xueying took a single step forward, his foot landing on empty air.
That step unleashed a terrifying spatial storm, a surging wave of force that crashed directly into the cold-faced man and his twenty Divine Lords. Though they were in a battle formation, Dongbo Xueying’s mastery of the laws was far too refined. His *Red Cloud Combat Art* had long included methods to dismantle formations, and now, his techniques were even more perfected—and far more powerful.
“Careful!” The cold-faced man’s expression shifted. Though startled, he remained confident in the battle formation he led with his twenty Divine Lords.
But when the spatial wave struck, its force was overwhelming. Their high-speed descent was abruptly halted, the impact sending shockwaves through their formation.
And in that instant of collision, an eerie fluctuation bypassed their formation’s defenses entirely, seeping directly into the bodies of the Divine Emperor and his twenty subordinates.
*Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!*…
The cold-faced man felt a strange power erupt within him, but as a Divine Emperor, his bloodline cultivation allowed him to suppress it.
The twenty Divine Lords, however, were sent flying. Some coughed up blood midair; others had their bodies half-shattered before desperately trying to regenerate.
“What?!” The cold-faced man was stunned.
His entire squad, grievously wounded and blasted away—leaving only him, the Divine Emperor, unmoved?
All from a single step.
As Dongbo Xueying took that step, he no longer concealed his aura. The overwhelming presence of his perfected Hunyuan body surged into the heavens. Had life remained peaceful, had his disciple not needed his intervention, he might have continued living in quiet seclusion, never revealing his true strength.
Then, he took another step.
His figure blurred.
Not a single person on the battlefield—not even the leader of the Demonheart Society—could track his movement. Even slowed down a million times, his form remained indistinct. This was the movement art from the *Voidworm Codex*, a technique he had long since mastered at his current level of comprehension.
In the blink of an eye, his blurred figure appeared before the cold-faced man.
“Who—who is he?!” The man felt an overwhelming sense of dread. The white-robed youth before him radiated a terrifying aura. But as a Divine Emperor, he still had confidence in his own strength. His body twisted, transforming into a massive, thousand-legged black-armored centipede, nearly a hundred meters long. Its serpentine body lashed toward Dongbo Xueying, its gaping maw dripping with venom as it sought to swallow him whole.
The moment it opened its jaws, a terrifying suction force locked onto Dongbo Xueying.
*Shink!*
A spear appeared in Dongbo Xueying’s right hand—a simple, unadorned black spear. In truth, it was the Golden Flame Spear, though he had disguised its appearance.
With the spear in hand, he thrust.
The centipede’s body coiled, its maw gaping wide, but suddenly, its tail whipped around, dozens of legs lashing toward Dongbo Xueying. The spear’s tip met one of the claws.
“Trying to match me in brute force?” The centipede sneered inwardly. Its black carapace was its greatest defense—nearly impossible to breach.
*Hum.*
The spear’s thrust carried an endless surge of vibrations, penetrating deep into the creature’s body. These vibrations erupted in waves—three distinct surges, each amplifying the last. The centipede’s body convulsed violently as it struggled to suppress the destructive force within. But then—*BOOM!*—its body exploded into three massive chunks, flesh and scales scattering in all directions.
“No! No!” The three severed segments writhed, trying to reform, but the reassembled body was noticeably smaller.
It didn’t dare revert to human form—that would only make it more vulnerable, harder to escape.
*Thrust!*
Another spear strike.
Dongbo Xueying’s attacks were impossibly fast. The spear pierced the reforming centipede’s body before it could flee. His blurred figure was like a shadow, impossible to shake. The second strike shattered the creature even more thoroughly than the first.
“Perish.” A final thrust.
This time, a massive spatial bubble formed, enveloping every fragment of the centipede’s body before collapsing into a singularity at the spear’s tip—then detonating.
The centipede was annihilated.
Only a few scattered artifacts remained.
The entire battlefield fell silent. The other four squads led by Divine Emperors, the Demonheart Society’s leader who had been overwhelming Yufeng Junshan, even the Bat Mountain Lord and the other city experts who had chosen not to intervene—all stood frozen in shock.
Though the sequence of events seemed drawn out, it had happened in an instant.
Dongbo Xueying took one step—Divine Lords were sent flying, his aura erupted.
Another step—three spear thrusts, and an early-stage Divine Emperor was utterly erased.
“This… this is my master?” Yufeng Qingyin stood beside her brother, her mind in chaos.
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