Chapter 422

The other young elites changed expression one by one and immediately summoned their treasures to halt the resonance of footsteps.

But some disciples still exploded outright.

In the blink of an eye, the two hundred plus cultivators following the Shengzhu of Yaoguang and the Ji Clan Patriarch were reduced to shattered bones and blood mist, drifting in the sky.

This scene reminded Fang Yu of the time long ago before the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion, when a dozen 10th Stage of Physical Body disciples from the Taiyi Sect followed a Jin Dan expert to besiege the Demon Marshal—strikingly similar. Despite the vast gap in realm, they believed they could slay the Demon Marshal, only to be wiped out by a single Great Annihilation strike from him.

Stupid low-realm cultivators are never in short supply, no matter the world.

"Seeking death!"

The Ji Clan Patriarch flew into a rage and charged straight at Kong Quewang.

Just as the Shengzhu of Yaoguang was about to join the Ji Clan Patriarch in surrounding Kong Quewang, a figure shot upward into the sky.

It was a middle-aged man whose aura swallowed mountains and rivers; his presence was no weaker than the Shengzhu of Yaoguang.

"Who are you?"

"Qingjiao Wang!"

The green-robed middle-aged man's voice rang like spring thunder.

"What difference does one more make!"

The Shengzhu of Yaoguang strode forward, encircled by one hundred and eight halos, each resembling a great world.

Of course, only resembling a great world.

Not truly one.

The Shengzhu of Yaoguang faced off against Qingjiao Wang, who was a great beast elder from the Northern Region, his strength equal to Kong Quewang's.

The battle instantly reached its peak: four great elders clashed high above, and even a stray ripple of their aura could obliterate the holy or divine heirs of every major Men Sect.

Of course, the holy heirs, divine heirs, holy maidens, and divine maidens of the Gedamen Sect were no fools—they all withdrew from the central zone and engaged the young beast experts instead.

"This is truly lively."

Fang Yu descended through the air, avoiding direct confrontation with the beast cultivators, merely drifting in the void—but his gaze remained fixed on the battle.

Kong Quewang had already manifested his unique phenomenon: the region around him was plunged into darkness.

Though the miniature world had once held light, Kong Quewang merely flipped his hand and brought nightfall—black skies filled with stars like diamonds embedded in velvet, shimmering endlessly.

This was Kong Quewang's cultivated phenomenon: Starlight Illuminating the Azure Sky.

Stars blazed across the heavens, then expanded, heavy as mountains, dazzlingly brilliant, illuminating the entire firmament.

They resembled not stars at all, but blazing suns.

Beneath the azure sky, each blazing sun, as vast as colossal mountains, blazed with brilliance, pressing down upon the Ji Clan's holy master.

The Ji Clan's holy master remained standing in the void; he had cultivated the Void Scripture and activated its secret arts, merging his body with the void itself—thus inherently invincible.

Simultaneously, countless black palm prints pierced through the void, blotting out sun and sky, as if intent on grinding every one of those solar stars to dust.

This was the Void Palm Print, a secret art of the ancient Ji Clan—if any outsider learned it, the Ji Clan would spare no effort to reclaim it, even if the Shengzhu of Yaoguang had learned it.

Fang Yu found it intriguing to observe closely; the last Ji Clan elder he soul-searched seemed to have mastered it imperfectly.

Meanwhile, his gaze shifted to the Shengzhu of Yaoguang's battle—this one's display was impressive, his one hundred and eight halos shrouding him, enhancing his air of mystery and unpredictability—but Fang Yu thought it unnecessary.

His opponent, the beast elder Qingjiao Wang, possessed overwhelming magic power; every gesture seemed capable of shattering the heavens. Fang Yu grew curious: if a single Jiao King could reach such power, how mighty would his ancient Celestial Dragon cub become once matured?

At that moment, an elderly woman from the Ji Clan appeared not far from Fang Yu, her expression fierce. "Who are you? Why aren't you hunting the beast cultivators? What are you doing just watching here?"

"Oh?"

Fang Yu turned his gaze to the old woman, his expression utterly calm. "And who are you? Why aren't you killing the beast cultivators, meddling in my affairs?"

"How dare you! This is Ancestor Ji Hui of the Ji Clan! How dare you disrespect Ancestor Ji Hui? Apologize and make amends at once—or no one can protect you!"

Beside Ancestor Ji Hui, several young Ji Clan cultivators, seeing Fang Yu's disrespect, immediately berated him.

"Is that so? Why should I respect anyone from the Ji Clan? Do you truly believe the Ji Clan rules all cultivators under heaven?"

Fang Yu's expression remained calm, but he stepped forward and walked away into the distance.

"This is rebellion! Rebellion! The Xuan Sect has gone mad—how dare they show such disrespect to our Ancestor?"

"This Fang Yu is too audacious! We must confront the Xuan Sect's Zhang Sect and demand to know how he chose his holy heir!"

"With a person like this, the Xuan Sect is blind."

Seeing Fang Yu simply walk away, the young Ji Clan members' faces flushed with fury. One young man turned to the old woman and said, "Ancestor, it's him—he defeated our Ji Clan's divine body in the Xuan Sect!"

"So it's him. Arrogant beyond reason."

Ancestor Ji Hui's expression turned icy; her gaze locked onto Fang Yu's retreating back. She turned to the several middle-aged men beside her. "Go. This battlefield is too chaotic; beast clans run rampant—losing a few lives is normal."

"Yes, Ancestor."

The middle-aged men were all Ji Clan cultivators; some were hunched, yet their bodies pulsed with immense power. They had walked the cultivation path for decades—though their talent was insufficient to reach the Shengzhu level, killing a young genius posed no challenge.

Instantly, the five middle-aged men vanished into the void, heading toward Fang Yu's direction.

"He bested my Moonlight? Then he cannot be left alive. He'll grow into a disaster sooner or later."

Ancestor Ji Hui's gaze was sharp. She turned to the younger generation of the Ji Clan. "Kill every young beast in this place. The glory of the Ji Clan is not theirs to defile."

"Yes!"

The young Ji Clan disciples immediately charged forward.

"The ancient Ji Clan comes again to kill me."

Fang Yu moved through the miniature world, even exiting it into the outside realm—he had sensed the killing intent of that dead old hag, Ji Hui, and had no mercy.

But her sending her own elders to kill him was slightly unexpected—yet still within reason.

What wouldn't the Ji Clan do? They can do anything.

If so, then kill.

After Fang Yu left Kong Quewang's miniature world and traveled dozens of li, the void ahead rippled—five middle-aged men appeared in the air.

The instant they appeared, they unleashed the Void Palm Print upon Fang Yu.

"A Holy Son of the Profound Heaven Sect? Offending our Ji Clan and still expecting to live — how utterly naive."

One of the middle-aged men spoke coldly.

"Oh? Is that so."

Fang Yu moved, and vanished from where he stood.

The next instant, he appeared before the middle-aged man who had spoken and slapped him across.

The Mysterious Heaven Heaven-Shielding Hand now displayed its invincible might. No matter what spirit treasures the middle-aged man carried, the instant the Mysterious Heaven qi flowed over them, every treasure was shattered.

With just one slap, this middle-aged man was smashed to pieces.

At the same time, Fang Yu pointed a finger, unleashing four Great Severing Arts in a row, slicing the remaining four middle-aged men's spirits completely apart so they could muster no strength at all.

With a grab of his great hand, Fang Yu completely sealed the four middle-aged men.

Then drops of liquid appeared in the void — it was the Huang Quan Holy Water from the Eternal Life Realm. They fell into the four middle-aged men's minds, directly breaking the prohibitions the Ji Clan had set within them, and so their memories were searched by Fang Yu.

"The Void Scripture."

Three words left Fang Yu's mouth.

These middle-aged men had, shockingly, cultivated the Ji Clan's Void Scripture.

The Void Scripture was the ultimate art of the Great Emperor of the Void, recording many secret arts. If any one of those secret arts were to leak out, it would bring pursuit and death from the Primordial Ji Clan. Even the lord of some holy land, if he secretly learned the Void Scripture, would be hunted down.

In this world, no one outside the Ji Clan was permitted to have secretly learned the Void Scripture.

Absolutely not permitted.

But now, Fang Yu had obtained the Void Scripture, and with it the many secret arts recorded within. From this point on, no forbidden art of the Ji Clan held any secret from him.

This was the price the Primordial Ji Clan — that old hag called Ancestor Ji Hui — paid for sending people to hunt him.

And this price was still far from enough.

With a casual grab, Fang Yu unleashed a blast of Great Sun Fire Calamity, burning the four middle-aged men to utter ash. He then concealed himself within the void and traveled through it.

The Void Scripture recorded such secret arts — they were perfectly suited for killing.

After Fang Yu cultivated the Void Scripture with his four great mind-seas, many divine abilities were almost instantly comprehended. Soon he could operate the secret arts taught in the Void Scripture and hide himself within the void.

He quickly caught sight of the old hag, Ancestor Ji Hui.

A Great Severing Art tore through the void, and countless wind and fire descended upon her.

The Ji Clan old hag, Ancestor Ji Hui, perished beneath the wind and fire calamity.