“Commander, please save our young master!” a black-clad attendant cried out urgently.
“Brother Zuo!” The young master of Feiyun Lake, who had been wailing on the ground, immediately looked up and shouted for help.
“Brother Meiyang, don’t worry,” the golden-armored general transmitted his voice as he led a grand procession of divine soldiers, glaring coldly at Dongbo Xueying. “Surrender now!”
Dongbo Xueying grinned at him, then raised the blood-red whip in his hand.
“Stop!” the golden-armored general roared.
*Crack!*
The whip lashed across the young master’s body, making him shriek in agony. “Spare me! Spare me!”
“Rescue Brother Meiyang!” the golden-armored general ordered through divine sense.
*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
The divine soldiers charged forward, their armor glowing with divine runes, their power interlinked as one. Each soldier radiated an aura far surpassing that of an ordinary peak-tier deity—this was the effect of the ‘Legion Formation,’ personally decreed by the exalted Bloodblade Divine Court’s sovereign.
Dongbo Xueying didn’t resist. Instead, he took a single step back, effortlessly evading the soldiers’ assault.
The soldiers swiftly formed a protective circle around the young master.
“Brother Meiyang, are you alright?” The golden-armored commander landed beside the green-haired young master.
“Brother Zuo…” The young master trembled before turning his furious gaze toward Dongbo Xueying. “Brother Zuo, I, Jin Meiyang, have never suffered such humiliation in my life! The Heart-Searing Whip—he lashed me over twenty times! The pain… unbearable! Kill him! No—capture him alive! I’ll whip him to death myself!”
“Rest assured, Brother Meiyang. I’ll capture him for you to vent your rage,” the golden-armored general vowed.
“Big words,” Dongbo Xueying sneered from afar, casually flicking his whip with a sharp *crack*. Everyone turned to him as he spoke coldly, “If I’m not mistaken, you’re a commander of the Wushan Starfield’s Patrol Legion. Instead of maintaining order, you indulge in tyranny.”
“Since when does tyranny concern you?” the general scoffed. “Which law forbids it?”
“None. But for a deity like you, who trained hard to reach this rank, to bully the weak… truly pathetic.” Dongbo Xueying shook his head.
The commander’s eyes flashed with fury.
Proud warriors usually disdained oppressing the weak.
But Jin Meiyang’s father was the Lord of Feiyun Lake—a World God, a figure of immense influence in Wushan Starfield, even on brotherly terms with the Starfield’s Overseer. The commander had no choice but to indulge the young master. If the Lord of Feiyun Lake ever ascended to a higher realm, a mere word from him could elevate the commander’s status.
*This fool…* The commander seethed inwardly. *I’d prefer dignity, but without breaking through to World God, I’m just another peak-tier deity. Without connections, how can I rise?*
“Insolence!”
“Silence!”
The Bloodblade Divine Court soldiers roared.
The golden-armored commander smirked. “Your tongue is sharp, but daring to strike one of ours is suicide! Men, capture him alive!”
“Yes!”
The soldiers flipped their hands, summoning chains.
*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
Thirty soldiers, their armor blazing with divine runes, surged forward like streaks of light, hurling their chains in a crisscrossing net meant to ensnare Dongbo Xueying completely. These were no ordinary chains—once bound, even divine power and the core divine heart would be sealed, rendering escape impossible.
*I’ve heard of the Bloodblade Divine Court’s legions,* Dongbo Xueying mused. *The Patrol Legion is the lowest of the three tiers. Let’s test their might.*
The legions of the Bloodblade Divine Court were ranked into three tiers.
The Patrol Legion, stationed in every starfield, was personally recruited and commanded by the Starfield Overseer.
—
“My father never dared strike me like this!” The green-haired young master gnashed his teeth, watching the soldiers swarm forward. “Capture him! Once he’s caught, I’ll—*ahh!*”
The two black-clad attendants and the golden-armored commander gaped in shock.
The young man in star-blue robes wielded a spear with effortless grace—sweeping, thrusting, deflecting—effortlessly blocking all thirty chains. Then, with terrifying speed, he closed in on the nearest soldier. The others tried to intercept, but none could stop him.
*Impossible! How can one man match an entire squad?* The commander paled. He led three hundred soldiers, but without the Overseer’s permission, he could only mobilize this elite squad of thirty.
*Boom!*
*Crash!*
Dongbo Xueying’s spear sent soldiers flying—some soaring into the sky, others crashing into the streets.
Bystanders gasped in awe.
*These soldiers are ordinary peak-tier deities, but their linked armor amplifies them to divine limits,* Dongbo Xueying noted. *Even at half my strength, I can’t make them bleed. And this is just the lowest-tier legion’s squad. At full power, I might not even kill one.*
The third-tier legion was already formidable.
The second-tier? They hunted World Gods.
*Swoosh!*
Dongbo Xueying lunged at the green-haired youth.
“Protect me!” the young master shrieked. The golden-armored commander drew his blade.
*Screech—*
The spear coiled like a serpent, locking with the blade before twisting and slamming into the commander’s chest, sending him flying. The gap in skill was insurmountable.
“No!” The young master bolted.
*Crack!*
Dongbo Xueying’s left hand flicked the Heart-Searing Whip, striking the fleeing youth.
“*Agh!*” He crashed to the ground, writhing.
“No remorse, I see. The moment you’re saved, you demand my capture and torture.” Dongbo Xueying sighed. “Pity your rescuers can’t save you now.”
The soldiers regrouped, exchanging uneasy glances. Reluctantly, they admitted defeat—this star-blue-robed youth was beyond them.
“He’s cunning,” the commander muttered. “He knows the Divine Court’s laws. He hasn’t killed anyone, so he hasn’t broken them.”
*Hum!*
Suddenly—
A terrifying aura erupted from the young master. Dongbo Xueying’s eyes narrowed.
A mighty will descended, manifesting as a towering figure with a thick green beard and golden eyes.
“Father!” the young master cried.
“Impressive strength,” the green-bearded man said, smiling at Dongbo Xueying.
“Greetings, World God.” Dongbo Xueying bowed slightly. This was merely a distant projection—the true body was likely still en route.
“Father, capture him! I’ll make him suffer!” the young master begged.
“Silence!”
The World God’s icy glare silenced his son.
“Capture him? His true body is already in the Bloodblade Domain. What you see is just a Void World avatar. Fool.”
The young master gaped. The soldiers and commander froze.
*An avatar?*
“As expected of a World God.” Dongbo Xueying smiled faintly.
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