Chapter 620: Dream On!

The Saint of Leaves held a bamboo leaf in his hand and flicked it lightly.

Whoosh~~~~ The bamboo leaf rapidly expanded, causing Dongbo Xueying’s expression to change slightly. The surrounding world was instantly enveloped by countless bamboo leaves, forming a cage spanning hundreds of billions of miles, completely trapping Dongbo Xueying inside.

“Not good,” Dongbo Xueying thought with alarm. “My World Power has been cut off.”

With his World Power severed, he could no longer switch between his true body and his World clones.

“Let him taste my blade too.” Dongbo Xueying swiftly drew a flying dagger from the sheath at his waist. The dagger appeared ordinary, but the moment he gripped its hilt and activated its latent power, he immediately sensed the ‘Void World’—a realm transcending the laws of the universe. Through the Void World, he could perceive the Saint of Leaves beyond the countless bamboo leaves.

Locking onto his target, Dongbo Xueying hurled the dagger with all his might. Channeling both his Taihao Force and the power of his Annihilation Extreme Mystic Body into the blade, he sent it hurtling through the Void World at an astonishing speed.

In the physical world, however, it remained completely invisible.

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“Surrender now,” the Saint of Leaves commanded as he manipulated the massive cage formed by the countless bamboo leaves of his True God artifact, shrinking it rapidly. No Venerable could be underestimated—even an ordinary one. After all, they had each forged their own Dao, granting them absolute confidence when dealing with beings approaching the Venerable level. For an ordinary True God or a Four-Heavens Realm God to oppose them, they would need immense personal strength—and a True God artifact, which could also transcend the laws of the universe.

Only with such power, amplified by a True God artifact, could one pose a threat to a Venerable.

“Shhhh~~~” The countless bamboo leaves rapidly contracted.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” Inside the cage, nine World clones brandished their spears, unleashing overwhelming force against the bamboo leaves, slowing the cage’s shrinking.

“His strength is immense. I must act faster, much faster,” the Saint of Leaves thought, sensing the position of Venerable Huocheng while exerting his full effort.

Suddenly—

His expression twisted in shock.

He faintly sensed an overwhelmingly ferocious force attacking him from another realm.

“A True God artifact!” he realized instantly.

The Void Dao, like the Shadow Dao of the Bloodblade Divine Emperor, excelled in assassination.

However, Dongbo Xueying had not yet fully grasped the Void Dao—he merely relied on the True God artifact to achieve such effects. As a result, his attack lacked subtlety, allowing the Saint of Leaves to sense it a split second before impact. Had Dongbo Xueying truly mastered the Void Dao, the dagger would have struck before the Saint even noticed.

Yet, even that fleeting warning was of little use—the dagger descended from the Void World too abruptly!

“Not good!” The Saint of Leaves swiftly dodged while raising his left hand, summoning countless leaves to shield himself.

Boom!

The dagger abruptly materialized in the physical world mere inches from his left side. Though he tried to block, the blade—imbued with Dongbo Xueying’s full power and the Slaughter Dao—pierced through before his palm could react.

Bang! The Saint of Leaves’ body exploded instantly. A Venerable’s physique was not necessarily tougher than that of an ordinary True God.

“Success!” Dongbo Xueying grinned in triumph.

With the Saint’s body shattered, the True God artifact lost its wielder, and the countless bamboo leaves dissipated, revealing the single bamboo leaf once more.

But then, the True God artifact vanished into thin air.

In its place, seven figures appeared—all identical to the Saint of Leaves, glaring at Dongbo Xueying with grim expressions.

“Saint of Leaves, you were just a little too slow,” Dongbo Xueying said with a faint smile. At that moment, a rift tore through the void, and a figure bathed in flames emerged—a towering, crimson-skinned man with wild red hair and brows, radiating terrifying heat. His blazing eyes locked onto the distant Saint of Leaves as he boomed, “Saint of Leaves, your audacity knows no bounds!”

The seven figures merged into one.

The Saint of Leaves glanced at Dongbo Xueying. As a Venerable, he had failed to capture a mere Four-Heavens Realm God—even his body had been obliterated by a single dagger.

“What a treacherous True God artifact,” he mused. “A single dagger embodying two Daos?”

Having experienced its power firsthand, he understood its lethality. If it had only contained the Void Dao, the dagger would have been merely elusive—not overwhelmingly destructive. But combined with the Slaughter Dao and Dongbo Xueying’s monstrous strength, it became a truly insidious weapon.

“Whoosh.”

The dagger silently returned to its sheath. Dongbo Xueying was satisfied—he had never expected to truly kill the Saint of Leaves, renowned for his survivability. Even Venerable Huocheng would struggle to finish him off. Merely destroying his body was already a remarkable feat. Even if he hadn’t succeeded, the attack would have bought enough time.

“Impressive, truly impressive,” the Saint of Leaves chuckled, standing amidst the stars. “Lord Dongbo’s prowess is indeed extraordinary. Seventy thousand years ago, you were merely ranked fifty-second on the Cosmic Deity-Demon Leaderboard, comparable to my brother. Yet now, you effortlessly annihilated his lair and destroyed one of his bodies—even holding your own against me.”

“My brother Dongbo’s strength needs no flattery from you,” Venerable Huocheng snapped coldly.

The Saint of Leaves’ face twitched.

Flattery?

A Venerable, flattering a Four-Heavens Realm God? It was only because Venerable Huocheng was seething with rage that he sought to defuse the tension.

“I warned you to stop, yet you persisted. Had my brother not been formidable enough, you would have captured him—and no doubt adopted a far different tone before me,” Venerable Huocheng growled. He despised the Saint of Leaves—a Venerable whose only merit was survivability, ranking among the weakest in combat.

Yet precisely because he was so hard to kill, the Saint dared provoke him.

“Hahaha, my failure to capture Lord Dongbo only proves my inadequacy. My apologies,” the Saint of Leaves replied, unruffled. “Since neither of us can overpower the other, let us negotiate a resolution, shall we?”

“Resolution? What resolution?” Venerable Huocheng demanded icily.

Dongbo Xueying remained silent beside him, observing.

The Saint of Leaves continued, “My brother, the Bamboo Saint, has painstakingly accumulated his treasures—some of which are vital to him but of little use to Lord Dongbo. We ask for their return. Naturally… we will also return the Solar Star Core Stone.”

“Keep dreaming,” Dongbo Xueying spat coldly.

The Saint of Leaves froze, staring at him in disbelief.

How… how dare he…

Dongbo Xueying met his gaze with icy disdain. He truly held no fear for this Venerable, whose only skill was survival. In direct combat, he was unafraid—even the bamboo-leaf cage had only been countered by his nine World clones, with his true body yet to act. Moreover, he had yet to unleash the other techniques of his Five Ultimate Moves.

With such feeble offensive capabilities and inferior raw power, Dongbo Xueying saw no reason to fear him.

“Lord Dongbo, what do you mean by this?” the Saint of Leaves asked darkly.

“You won’t get a single treasure of the Bamboo Saint,” Dongbo Xueying stated coldly. “As for the Solar Star Core Stones—both must be surrendered. Only then will this matter be settled. Otherwise… consider it unresolved.”