Chapter 1101 - 362: Opening a Sumeru Space

One axe strike tore through his body.

Xueyang was frightened out of his wits. Although his shoulder was slashed open, leaving a bloody gash, he had no time to even register the pain. He wondered why a mere Fourth-Grade Martial Artist could actually land a hit on him. Xueyang had clearly calculated the trajectory of Su Yue’s axe and had already dodged, but it had no effect at all. He had miscalculated.

He thought, "How is this possible?" It made absolutely no sense. Xueyang had tried countless times, and he had never failed before. He was the Yingjie Saint Son, and his ability to predict the movements of his peers came from the Celestial Saint Green Radiance Cave.

"Damn it! If it weren’t for the armor left by the Celestial Saint, I would have lost my life here today. It seems I can’t be careless in the future!"

Only after this thought settled did Xueyang finally feel the heart-rending pain.

He cursed Su Yue in his mind. If it weren’t for the Divine Soldiers battle axe, it would be difficult for even an ordinary Fifth-Grade Martial Artist to break through this armor.

Of course, Xueyang was not worried about his own safety.

Behind him, a swirling black vortex had already opened. On the World-Penetrating Holy Book, the final stroke of Cang Ji’s head had also been fully outlined.

Xueyang stared at Su Yue with a face full of venomous resentment. He memorized the face of this little bastard. In this world, no one was allowed to make him bleed. Xueyang firmly believed that he was wounded only because of his own mistake. Perhaps devouring Cang Ji’s soul had taken too much of his concentration, causing his mental focus to slip, which led to this accident. When they met again on Earth next time, he would thoroughly trample Su Yue’s dignity.

He cursed inwardly. Xueyang glanced at Ban Rongchen nearby. The other party wore a half-smile, his eyes full of playful teasing, as if silently mocking him: "Little kid, you threw your back out from bragging so hard!"

It was absolutely infuriating.

"Is this alien race so retarded that their brains are filled with manure?" Su Yue analyzed with a look of intense curiosity and utmost seriousness.

"You... PFFT..."

In the instant Xueyang’s body disappeared, he was so enraged by Su Yue that he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, directly suffering internal injuries from sheer anger.

Xueyang screamed in his mind, "You’re the retarded one! Your brain is filled with manure! If I don’t kill you, the heavens will not tolerate it! I’m so mad!"

Xueyang was so furious that he couldn’t even formulate a complete sentence. Of course, he didn’t give Su Yue a second chance to strike, peacefully teleporting away to Earth.

The destination of the teleportation was Mandie Country.

Ban Rongchen indeed had a very thin bloodline of royalty; his father was a member of the Mandie Country royal family. It was, of course, a very distant branch, the kind that couldn’t even receive a royal stipend. Because the Divine Land was too powerful, the Mandie Country royal family looked at Ban Rongchen, the envoy, with newfound respect, awarding him countless medals, making Ban Rongchen a person of great importance.

Xueyang was also a real person. He was indeed a branch Prince of Mandie Country, possessing the strength of a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist. He was usually taciturn, had an eccentric personality, and wasn’t close to anyone. The real Xueyang of Mandie Country had already been brutally murdered by the Yingjie Saint Son Xueyang.

He changed his appearance, disguising himself into a human form identical to Xueyang. This way, taking advantage of Ban Rongchen’s return to the Divine Land, Xueyang could also blatantly sneak into the Divine Land.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. Xueyang felt that to destroy the Outer Realm Demons, he first had to understand them. The Divine Land was the largest faction among these demons. Even the phrase about knowing oneself and one’s enemy came from the Outer Realm Demons. It was conceivable that this Millennial Tribulation would not be simple.

He thought it was truly hateful. He had started off on the wrong foot. While collecting his first Paragon soul, he had been slashed by Su Yue’s axe.

SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH!

Actually, at the exact moment Su Yue’s axe fell, Yan Chenyun was the first to blink over to the scene. Su Qingfeng followed closely behind. At first, Yan Chenyun was scared half to death, thinking it was a Grandmaster assassin from the alien race trying to kill Su Yue. But upon closer inspection, it turned out to be merely a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist. At this point, everyone’s tense hearts settled back into their chests.

Of course, they still did not dare to let their guards down and rushed over hurriedly. After all, Su Yue had just experienced a massive battle and was still quite weak.

However, in less than a breath’s time, Su Yue wounded this Fifth-Grade Martial Artist with his battle axe, and behind the enemy, a black vortex appeared. The Fifth-Grade Martial Artist stared at Su Yue with venomous pupils, then leaned back and fell directly into the vortex.

HISS HISS HISS!

At this moment, all the blood the Fifth-Grade Martial Artist had left on the ground completely evaporated. It was incredibly bizarre.

"Who was that person?" Yan Chenyun studied the nearby soil, looking curiously at the spot where the vortex had vanished.

It was a teleportation array. Moreover, it was a very powerful teleportation array. With the current capabilities of the Yangxiang Race, it would be difficult for them to reach such a level. This Fifth-Grade Martial Artist was no simple figure!

"I think he’s braindead. When I found him, he actually craned his neck out for me to chop. It’s hard to understand!" Su Yue shook his head with a frown.

He wasn’t too strong. The strength of this Yingjie Saint Son was roughly equivalent to the peak of the fifth grade, slightly surpassing Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang, but his Qi Blood intensity was average. The main issue was that there was something wrong with his head. His intelligence seemed lacking; perhaps he had a fever as a child and wasn’t treated in time. The medical conditions in the Wet Realm were truly hard to describe.

This was a good thing. With average strength, lacking intelligence, and mediocre reaction times, he was completely useless aside from having a lot of nerve. This Yingjie Saint Son was not as difficult to deal with as he had imagined. As long as he wasn’t a Grandmaster, everything was fine.

"Su Yue, how did you discover this Fifth-Grade Martial Artist?" Wang Yetao asked.

From an investigative standpoint, Wang Yetao always felt that this Fifth-Grade Martial Artist was not simple. Why was he lurking here? How long had he been hiding? Why was he able to hide from so many Ninth Grade experts? There were simply too many suspicious points one after another. Based on that portal alone, it was certain that this Yangxiang Race member held an extraordinary status.

"I was passing by and saw something shiny. I thought it was some kind of treasure, so I came over to look for it!

"When I turned my head, this braindead guy was grinning foolishly at me. Grinning was one thing, but he actually stretched his head over!

"I was a bit shocked at the time. I felt that if I didn’t chop him, it would be an insult to his intelligence. So I swung my axe down. I didn’t expect that I still wouldn’t be able to kill him completely!" Su Yue shook his head regretfully.

He didn’t mention the fact that the Yingjie Saint Son wore battle armor; there was no need to bring it up. If the dignified successor of the Bihui Cave had been split to death by a single axe strike, the plot would be a bit too boring. The days ahead were long, and there would be plenty of opportunities to spar with him in the future. He just hoped the guy’s IQ would remain at this level, or preferably, sink a bit lower.

Wang Yetao was accustomed to being cautious and wanted to search the vicinity for other clues. Mo Qizheng, Bai Jinghao, and the others were also searching, as they too felt that the matter was not simple. Clearing the battlefield would still take some time. Because of this incident, the human army was much more careful while searching the battlefield, which in turn slowed down their progress significantly.

Su Yue found a place to rest. That axe strike just now had completely drained the Qi Blood he had painstakingly recovered.

Meanwhile, Ban Rongchen, maintaining his Invisibility, was so frightened that he almost fainted. Although he trusted the Bihui Cave’s Invisibility demon artifact, he couldn’t suppress the fear in his heart.

He thought about it. It was truly terrifying for a newly broken-through Ninth Grade to be invisible right under the noses of a group of big shots. Su Qingfeng, Yao Chenqing, Yan Chenyun, and Wang Yetao. Which one of them wasn’t a top-tier boss of the Military Department, an existence who could make the entire Divine Land tremble with a mere stomp of their feet? Furthermore, there were Mo Qizheng and Bai Jinghao, absolute powerhouses of the Divine Cabinet. This was simply too terrifying.

Fortunately, a Celestial Saint was a Celestial Saint. Despite countless close calls, the group of Ninth Grade experts still failed to discover Ban Rongchen’s hiding spot.

Finally, watching helplessly as Su Qingfeng and the others left, Ban Rongchen let out a sigh of relief. Next, he could maintain his Invisibility and slowly slip away from the battlefield.

Of course, he could only lie low and quietly crawl away like an earthworm. His faint Qi Blood could only be used to avoid leaving traces in the mud; it couldn’t even provide any acceleration assistance. Just like that, Ban Rongchen lay on the ground, shuffling inch by inch, slowly crawling out of the battlefield’s perimeter like a maggot.

He spat in his mind as a mud mouse accidentally crawled into his mouth, but with Su Qingfeng not far away, he didn’t dare to spit it out forcefully.

It was disgusting! Ban Rongchen felt so nauseous he wanted to throw up.

As luck would have it, Wang Yetao was also wandering nearby. Ban Rongchen didn’t dare to move a muscle, helplessly watching the mouse crawl down his throat.

He wondered if this mouse was poisonous. He was a dignified new-generation Ninth Grade! Why did he have to be a Guardian for an alien race? Why did he have to suffer this kind of humiliation? It was utterly detestable.

Ban Rongchen once again fell into self-doubt and inner conflict. However, his Invisibility time was limited. He had to leave, and even swallowing a mouse couldn’t make him stop.

"Sure enough, the Calamity-Stealing Demonic Tome has gained an extra demon star!"

To outsiders, Su Yue was sitting cross-legged alone on a tree stump, resting and meditating. But in Su Yue’s mind, the battle techniques of the Calamity-Stealing Demonic Tome had already appeared. Unlike the World-Penetrating Holy Book, the Calamity-Stealing Demonic Tome didn’t have any physical form; it was simply a pitch-black space.

Su Yue and the Yingjie Saint Son had exchanged a blow, so he had successfully copied a page of the World-Penetrating Holy Book. Above that lit-up demon star, Cang Ji’s ugly face seemed to flicker faintly, drifting in and out of sight.

"My Void Space has finally opened up, too!"

Following that came a rather pleasant surprise. This was an additional benefit of the Calamity-Stealing Demonic Tome. For every page of a Paragon soul copied, the Calamity-Stealing Demonic Tome would open up a very small Void Space for Su Yue.

Su Yue used his mind to sense it. It was very small. At most, the rectangular space could hold five stacked packets of instant noodles. But it was better than nothing. It was better than not having any space at all, and the next time he copied a page, it could be expanded significantly. This Bijie Cave was too sneaky; they even understood hunger marketing. In the future, if he had anything shameful to hide, he could stash it in the Void Space and never have to act all sneaky again.

No, wait. He thought to himself that he, Su Yue, was open and aboveboard, handsome and dashing. He was a pillar of the human race, a role model for the youth, and a teenage idol. What shameful things could he possibly have? Su Yue indulged in a moment of narcissism.

Afterward, he sensed a cluster of Paragon opportunity in his palm. This was the welfare meant for Mo Kai. The Paragon welfare was divided into ten parts in total. Once collected, a Ninth Grade could break through to the Paragon level. Of course, the Bihui Cave loved hunger marketing the most. Only when Su Yue successfully copied a page could Mo Kai receive a portion.

"Should I give it to Mo Kai now?

"Forget it, he can’t break through with just two portions anyway. That kid is probably observing the battlefield from some corner.

"Let’s give him a little surprise!"

As the thought settled, Su Yue willed it, and the Paragon opportunity in his palm completely vanished.