“What is the Ancient God Temple?” Dongbo Xueying asked.
“You don’t know?” Palace Master Feihuo sneered.
“I don’t,” Dongbo Xueying nodded.
Palace Master Feihuo frowned.
A Four-Heavens Realm God of such immense power had never been seen in history, which was why they speculated he might be connected to the mysterious ‘Ancient God Temple.’
“Then why is your strength so much greater than that of a Great Perfection expert?” Palace Master Feihuo demanded coldly.
“Just normal cultivation,” Dongbo Xueying replied casually.
A trace of frost crept into Palace Master Feihuo’s smile. “Guest Elder Feixue, do you realize that aside from the other four Venerables, no one has dared to act so insolently before me in a very, very long time?”
“Insolent? Am I?” Dongbo Xueying asked.
“Lack of respect is insolence,” Palace Master Feihuo scoffed.
Beside them, Patriarch Chong, the three Great Perfection elders, and Seventh Prince Chongyan watched nervously. If it were them, they could never remain so calm and casual while speaking to ‘Palace Master Feihuo.’ After all, this was Palace Master Feihuo—one of the five supreme beings standing at the pinnacle of this world, gazing down upon countless lives. Even other Great Perfection experts would never dare show the slightest disrespect in front of these five.
“Lack of respect is insolence?” Dongbo Xueying smiled faintly. “Interesting. Then, esteemed Palace Master Feihuo, if you have nothing else, please leave. I still have to instruct my disciple in cultivation and won’t be keeping you company.”
“Instruct your disciple? Survive my hands first!” Palace Master Feihuo suddenly roared.
Since questioning yielded nothing, then battle it was!
He would uncover the truth through combat.
“Boom—!”
Palace Master Feihuo abruptly threw a punch.
A terrifying stream of flame surged forward, annihilating everything in its path. The surrounding space fractured into countless black fissures—this was the flame of a mastered Dao, tyrannical beyond measure. The sight sent chills down the spines of Patriarch Chong, Chongyan, and the others.
“Hmph.” Dongbo Xueying also threw a punch, his fist clad in black armor. The force of his strike twisted and tore through space, its speed surpassing even Palace Master Feihuo’s, and it collided squarely with the latter’s fist.
Fist against fist.
Boom!!!
Palace Master Feihuo was instantly sent flying like a shooting star, his face frozen in shock as blood sprayed from his mouth.
Dongbo Xueying coldly commanded, “Stay within the clan’s formation. Don’t leave.”
Whoosh.
He shot into the sky, pursuing Palace Master Feihuo.
“This… this… this…” Patriarch Chong was dumbstruck, as were the three Great Perfection elders. Seventh Prince Chongyan was utterly stunned.
Palace Master Feihuo, one of the supreme beings of this world, had been sent flying with a single punch! His status here was equivalent to that of a Dominator in the Divine Realm or the Abyss. If an ordinary Great Perfection expert suddenly appeared and punched a Dominator into the sky, even the cultivators of the Divine Realm and the Abyss would be left speechless.
…
Palace Master Feihuo felt the terrifying force coursing through his body. His fist was completely shattered, the bones in his right arm fractured, and his entire body convulsed as he spat blood, hurtling backward for tens of thousands of miles.
“How…?” Palace Master Feihuo couldn’t believe it. “I’m a Venerable! A Venerable! I’ve even cultivated supreme techniques—how could a Four-Heavens Realm God send me flying with one punch?”
Whoosh.
Dongbo Xueying appeared in the sky opposite him, hovering midair. He shook his head inwardly. “I overdid it. I thought this world’s Venerables, with their supreme techniques, shouldn’t be underestimated, so I used half my strength. Clearly, that was still too much. Though this world has techniques to enhance power and speed, none can compare to the *Ten Thousand Demons True Body*.”
Not just this world—even in the Divine Realm and the Abyss, no supreme technique at the same level could rival the *Ten Thousand Demons True Body*. With this technique alone, the Demon Ancestor had rendered even the master of Heartlake Island helpless and even used it to create the Ancient Demons.
Mastering all six legacies, including the *Bloodfiend Scroll*, was merely one of the foundational steps to achieving the *Ten Thousand Demons True Body*’s perfection.
Dongbo Xueying had endured countless hardships and reached the second stage of Heartforce cultivation, yet he had only mastered the initial volume. This alone spoke volumes about how terrifying this technique was—undoubtedly the strongest body-enhancing supreme technique in the history of the Divine Realm and the Abyss.
Even at half strength, it was enough to utterly crush Palace Master Feihuo.
“Raw power and speed mean nothing. Realm is what truly matters,” Palace Master Feihuo snarled, his fury boiling over. His injuries healed instantly as he stretched out both hands, summoning countless crimson flames that rapidly formed a massive array in the sky, descending upon Dongbo Xueying.
“Hmph.” Dongbo Xueying drew his sword.
This opponent wasn’t even worth using his spear against.
A sword would suffice.
Swish!
A blood-red sword light, thin as a thread, sliced through the sea of crimson flames and slashed toward Palace Master Feihuo. The strike was so fast that Palace Master Feihuo felt an eerie sense of inevitability—as if dodging was impossible. “What’s happening? I’m a Venerable! How can his sword technique make evasion feel futile? I can’t even comprehend the profundities within his swordsmanship!”
Panic flickered in his heart as Palace Master Feihuo summoned a black wooden staff, barely blocking the sword light.
“Boom!” Though he blocked it, the killing intent imbued within the thread-like sword light still sent him flying backward once more, blood spraying from his lips.
“*Interception Sword*,” Dongbo Xueying murmured, pleased with its might.
Palace Master Feihuo hovered in the distance, disbelief and denial warring within him. “Not only is his power and speed superior, but even the mysteries of his swordplay are beyond my comprehension.”
Swish!
Dongbo Xueying didn’t relent. Another sword strike descended from afar. A Venerable-level opponent was rare—perfect for testing his understanding of the *Six Styles of Interception Sword*. This time, he deliberately reduced his strength further to avoid sending his opponent flying again.
In the sky, sword lights like crimson threads danced unpredictably, each strike devastating. Palace Master Feihuo barely blocked two before the third cleaved through his body, splitting him in half…
“Flee!” The two halves of Palace Master Feihuo’s body rapidly merged, but his will to fight had shattered. He knew he was no match for this Guest Elder Feixue.
“Flee?”
Seeing his opponent retreat, Dongbo Xueying lost interest in further swordplay practice. Without wasting time, he abruptly increased the power in his sword to half-strength once more. The speed and force of his strikes surged, and his flight speed surpassed Palace Master Feihuo’s. The sword light howled through the air, slicing through the fleeing Palace Master’s body as if it were tofu before annihilating him completely with its sheer might.
Palace Master Feihuo—slain!
One of the five supreme Venerables of this world had been killed by ‘Guest Elder Feixue’! Of course, it was merely a clone that perished.
Dongbo Xueying waved his hand, collecting all the treasures left behind.
Whoosh.
He transformed into a streak of light, returning to the Chong Clan’s estate.
In the courtyard, Patriarch Chong and the other four stared at Dongbo Xueying with a mix of awe and fervor. Seventh Prince Chongyan swelled with pride for his master’s prowess, while Patriarch Chong and the others realized that Guest Elder Feixue’s strength was so overwhelming that he could likely establish a new sacred land.
The world’s balance was about to shift.
And since Guest Elder Feixue had no faction of his own, the Chong Clan might just become the core of this new sacred land.
“Patriarch Chong,” Dongbo Xueying said, looking at the old man. “Tell me, what is the Ancient God Temple?”
“I know, I know! It’s an ancient legend,” Patriarch Chong replied eagerly, ready to divulge everything.
…
Meanwhile, the news of Palace Master Feihuo’s death spread instantly. The Blazing Fire Palace was the first to learn, followed by the other two sacred lands—the Shadow Demon Manor and the Xuhuang Kingdom.
All were utterly shocked, especially when Palace Master Feihuo’s true body recounted the battle in detail.
“I was completely suppressed. I had no advantage in realm, and the gap in power and speed was immense. I couldn’t even escape because I was too slow,” Palace Master Feihuo admitted, his confidence shattered. The disparity between them was undeniable.
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