Chapter 627: Slaying a Third Layer Divine Silence Level

"Kid, this is a terrifying form of Celestial Fire. It contains the Destruction Dao Principles and poses a massive threat to you. Be careful."

The Dragon Cat glanced at the purple fire in the purple space and gave Ye Wushuang a meaningful warning. Then, its figure flickered and vanished.

"Stay in here and don’t move!"

Ye Wushuang took out a small golden bell and placed it over Mengg Yiren’s head. He then soared into the air, unleashing his Dragon Blood Saint Body!

"Ye Wushuang, accept your death!"

One of the Soul Transformation Level elders waved his hand, and a Purple Fire Sword slashed down from above. Terrifying Dao Principle Marks trailed behind it, its killing power simply staggering!

"Scram!"

Ye Wushuang drew his Ancient Battle Spear and thrust it upward. A sharp, hundred-zhang-long beam of deadly light shot out, looking as if it would pierce the very heavens!

BOOM!

A brilliant light pulsed from the tip of the Ancient Battle Spear, sending out ripples of power. The Purple Fire Sword was shattered, and its Dao Principle Marks dissipated into the air.

The descending Palm Seals that blotted out the sky were pierced through and shattered, transforming into endless purple fire that merged back into the purple space.

"You’re just a Second-Layer Soul Transformation Level piece of trash. I have no idea what gives you the confidence to make me accept my death. Now, perish!"

With another step, his Ancient Battle Spear tore through the void, flying unimpeded as it aimed to run the elder straight through.

"How dare you!"

Seeing this, two Nirvana Great Powers at the Soul Transformation Level bellowed. Sonic waves rolled out, assailing Ye Wushuang from behind with incredible speed!

SWISH SWISH SWISH!

Ye Wushuang wasn’t the least bit concerned. With a mere thought, the Golden Holy Feathers shot out like golden laser beams, instantly obliterating the two attacking Nirvana Powerhouses.

PFFT!

The Ancient Battle Spear continued unimpeded, piercing toward the elder and shrouding him in the aura of death.

"No!"

Terror filled the elder’s eyes. With a desperate roar, he launched wave after wave of Divine Soul Attacks at Ye Wushuang, trying to stop him.

But they were utterly useless against Ye Wushuang.

PFFT!

The Ancient Battle Spear pierced straight through the center of his forehead, pinning his corpse in the void.

"H-How is this possible?!"

Watching the events that unfolded in the blink of an eye, the Fiery Sun Sect Disciples who had been sneering from below were left dumbfounded. Their hearts trembled violently, and the disdainful sneers froze on their faces.

’Three Nirvana Powerhouses, killed by Ye Wushuang just like that?’

Everyone felt as if they were seeing things. They frantically rubbed their eyes and looked again, trying to confirm what they saw.

But the sight remained unchanged: Ye Wushuang’s Ancient Battle Spear was still piercing through the forehead of their Sect’s powerhouse!

Meanwhile, Mengg Yiren, who had been anxious and desperate, now stared with wide eyes, her mouth forming a perfect "O" of utter astonishment.

’That bastard is only at the Profound Level! How can he kill someone in the Nirvana Realm as easily as crushing an ant?’

Mengg Yiren found it hard to believe. How had Ye Wushuang grown so terrifyingly strong in such a short amount of time? ’No wonder he defeated me, Wudao, and the others with a single palm strike back then!’

However, as a thought occurred to her, a glimmer of hope lit up in Mengg Yiren’s eyes. Her gaze locked onto Ye Wushuang, unable to look away.

"Kill!"

The Golden Holy Feathers, imbued with Immortal Slaying Fierce Power, shot through the void like a host of peerless Slaying Swords.

PFFT, PFFT, PFFT...

In the blink of an eye, blossoms of blood bloomed in the void, as hauntingly beautiful as Mandala flowers.

"Aah, no!"

Terrified screams rang out as the Golden Holy Feathers mercilessly pierced the foreheads of twenty-seven Supreme Elders. The two Nirvana Powerhouses at the Soul Transformation Level were also slain, unable to withstand a single blow. Endless crimson blood stained the purple space red!

Blood rained down, splattering across countless Fiery Sun Sect Disciples and filling them with a bone-deep chill, and a sliver of terror.

They had been so fearless only because their Fiery Sun Sect had a host of powerful Supreme Elders and ancestors to rely on.

And yet, in a single instant, Ye Wushuang had slaughtered all of them but Yang Kun. The backing they so heavily relied upon had proven to be pathetically insignificant.

"You bastard!"

Yang Kun was stunned for a moment before he snapped back to his senses. Utterly enraged, he surged toward Ye Wushuang on a wave of roiling flames.

In the void above, a barrage of Purple Fire Killing Swords slashed down, endless and unnervingly strange.

"Now it’s your turn!"

Ye Wushuang’s eyes sharpened. His Ancient Battle Spear trembled violently, as if on the verge of reawakening.

An endless light bloomed from its Holy Patterns, piercing the waves of flame to clash with the Purple Fire Killing Swords.

Kill!

Ye Wushuang swung his wrist, and the Ancient Battle Spear shattered the Purple Fire Killing Swords. Empowered by a tenfold increase in speed, it pierced through Yang Kun’s waist with a soft PFFT, causing a mist of blood to erupt!

AARGH!

Yang Kun cried out as he was sent flying backward. A bloody hole had been torn through his waist, gushing blood. The endless, sharp killing intent felt like a cold blade carving up his body, causing him excruciating pain.

"How’s that? Feeling good now, aren’t you?"

Ye Wushuang sneered, his mocking voice piercing Yang Kun to the core.

Watching this, Mengg Yiren’s heart trembled. ’No wonder that bastard fears nothing. Even a Divine Silence Level powerhouse was no match for him. What could he possibly be afraid of? And I was worried sick about him. How ridiculous of me!’

Mengg Yiren mocked her own ignorance, and the fact that she had once deluded herself into thinking she could kill Ye Wushuang.

Only now did she understand just how easily Ye Wushuang could kill her.

At these thoughts, Mengg Yiren fell silent.

"Good. Good. Good!"

Yang Kun stabilized himself. With a shudder, the bloody hole in his waist repaired itself.

This was the terrifying power of a Divine Silence Level powerhouse. Their bodies had undergone a physical Nirvana, allowing them to rapidly heal from ordinary external wounds.

"Ye Wushuang, no wonder you were able to annihilate a Noble Family. I admit, I didn’t expect this. However, don’t think for a moment that you will be leaving here alive today."

Yang Kun’s expression was grim. Although he was now extremely wary of Ye Wushuang, he had not given up on killing him.

"I came here today to annihilate your Fiery Sun Sect. Why would I leave before it’s destroyed? Call out the others hiding in the shadows. You’re too weak to even hold my interest." Ye Wushuang sneered, his eyes flashing with intense disdain.

BOOM!

The moment Ye Wushuang’s voice fell, four figures emerged from the purple void.

As the four figures appeared, a terrifying pressure descended, instantly forcing all of the Fiery Sun Sect Disciples to their knees.

Mengg Yiren’s heart skipped a beat. She knew these four were at least at the Third Layer of the Divine Silence Level!

But when she saw the calm, composed expression on Ye Wushuang’s face, she was surprised to find that she wasn’t afraid. This strange feeling baffled even her.

"Now this is a little more interesting!"

Ye Wushuang sneered and charged, swinging his Ancient Battle Spear. Everyone’s eyes narrowed. Four powerhouses at the Third Layer of the Divine Silence Level were only "a little more interesting"?

"Kid, you’re truly arrogant!"

One of the figures snorted coldly, exchanged a look with the other three, and a Heaven-Shattering Palm came pressing down!

"Kill!"

The Ancient Battle Spear shot across the sky, slamming into the four Palm Seals. It was stopped, but the Golden Holy Feathers flew out just in time, annihilating the four Palm Seals like a river of golden swords.

"An interesting weapon!"

One of the figures narrowed his eyes, taking a liking to Ye Wushuang’s Golden Holy Feathers. He reached out with one hand, attempting to seize and suppress them.

However, he soon came to regret it. Before his outstretched hand could even touch the Golden Holy Feathers, they scattered as if they were alive, then swiftly shot back to pierce his hand, shredding it inch by inch!

AARGH!

The figure screamed in agony. He couldn’t retract his hand in time, and his entire arm was severed, sending flesh and blood flying.

BOOM!

The other three figures snapped back to their senses. Infuriated, they tightened their encirclement and charged at Ye Wushuang. At the same time, Yang Kun also launched a sneak attack from behind.

With a flash of his Golden Wings, Ye Wushuang vanished from the center of their four-pronged attack.

"It’s more than just interesting!"

The next instant, Ye Wushuang’s playful, mocking voice sounded right beside that figure’s ear.

’This speed...!’

The man was startled. His eyes widened in shock as he tried to retreat in a flash.

THUMP!

In the blink of an eye, the Ancient Battle Spear ran him through the chest, piercing straight through his heart.

The man’s body froze, but he did not die. After a moment’s stun, he suddenly turned and gave a sinister grin. "Don’t you know? At the Third Layer of the Divine Silence Level, all of one’s organs have undergone Divinization. You think you can kill me? Now, you die!"

Before his words had even faded, a vicious glint appeared in the man’s eyes as he blasted a palm strike at Ye Wushuang.

"Ignorant."

Ye Wushuang spat out the single word coldly and slapped the man, sending him flying.

BOOM!

Immediately after, he strode forward, his hand shot out, and his fingers curled into a claw as he grabbed the man’s head.

"No one is unkillable. Even the lofty Saint Sages will one day fall from the Dao, let alone a nobody like you. I’ll just twist your head off and see how indestructible you are then!"

Ye Wushuang’s eyes were as cold as the edge of a blade. He grabbed the man’s head and twisted with all his might.

With a sickening CRACK, the man’s head was twisted clean off!