Chapter 605: Hate Heaven Divine Emperor: No One in Heaven or Earth Can Save You!

Outside Fan Fan Qingying's palace stood forty or fifty black-robed figures, each a master who had cultivated to the 5th Stage of Divine Abilities in the Heavenly Man Realm—worthy of being called a Divine Lord among the Divine Clan.

Yet to outsiders, these black-robed figures appeared only as cultivators of the 3rd or 4th Stage of Divine Abilities.

Upon seeing Fang Yu and the others enter, the black-robed figures paid them no heed, devoting themselves entirely to refining Fan Fan Qingying's palace.

This sight stirred a flicker of doubt in Yan Yan Shuiyi's heart.

Masters of the Divine Ability Secret Realm are neither few nor numerous; among the Xiandaoshi Sect, each would be a celestial prodigy, never reduced to manual labor.

Even if a major Men Sect required such masters for labor, they would typically capture Heavenly Demons—specifically Heavenly Demon Kings—not send their true disciples.

The Heavenly Demon Kings within the Heavenly Demons were also equivalent to masters of the Divine Ability Secret Realm, but due to the sheer number of Heavenly Demons, their quantity was exceedingly vast.

Now, Yan Yan Shuiyi watched as her childhood friend had so many masters of the Divine Ability Secret Realm laboring to refine her palace, and found it utterly unbelievable.

At that moment, Fang Yu struck. He unleashed a barrage of Great Cutting Arts, piercing through space to strike the forty or fifty black-robed figures—each one instantly severed, unable to summon even a shred of magic power, shattered by Fang Yu's blows.

"Brother Fang Han!"

Fang Yu roared.

"Got it, Brother Yu!"

Without Fang Yu needing to explain, in Fang Han's mind, the World Tree trembled violently upon sensing so many black-robed figures—its senses attuned to the Divine Clan's aura. Fang Han instantly knew these black-robed figures were all members of the Divine Clan.

Instantly, Fang Han reached out with a giant hand, his magic power mingled with the scent of the World Tree, seizing every shattered Divine Lord. As the World Tree absorbed the Divine energy, it quivered with greater joy, bearing fruit after fruit.

"Who are you?"

In that instant, five black-robed figures shot out from Fan Fan Qingying's palace—each radiating overwhelming power. Seeing the scene before them, their faces turned ashen, and they prepared to unleash devastating attacks.

"Divine Kings of the Divine Clan?"

Fang Han had just seized forty or fifty Divine Lords, and now his gaze fell upon the five black-robed figures—each exuding the aura of a Jin Dan, meaning all five were Golden Core Ancient Minor Titans!

A fierce battle lust surged in Fang Han's heart—he prepared to unleash his mighty magic power and annihilate these Divine Kings.

But at that moment, Fang Yu had already moved.

His figure flashed forward, arriving before the five Divine Kings. Before they could act, before they could summon their magic power, in a thousandth of a second, their bodies were struck by Fang Yu's fist.

Fang Yu had now cultivated to the 9th Stage of Divine Abilities in the Heavenly Man Realm and had obtained the Great Ultimate Origin Art; his control over his magic power had reached a level others could scarcely imagine. As these Divine Kings' magic power was about to erupt, Fang Yu's fist had already struck them—each punch infused with the power of an Ancient Celestial Dragon!

The power of an Ancient Celestial Dragon was perfectly contained by Fang Yu, not a trace leaking elsewhere—perfectly landing upon the five Divine Kings' bodies.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The five Divine Kings' flesh was instantly shattered, dissolving into raw energy.

Yet they did not die immediately; instead, they lay grievously wounded, their inner bodies revealing a True God Seed, now glowing with mysterious power, spinning rapidly and drawing Divine energy from the void beyond.

In moments, the five Divine Kings' bodies began to recover slightly.

"What? Such flesh? What race is this? How can their bodies be so terrifying?"

Yan Yan Shuiyi was stunned—not only by Fang Yu's blows, but by the five black-robed figures' formidable flesh. She pondered: if she had taken five such punches without defense, her body would have collapsed and could not have recovered.

Yet these five Golden Core Ancient Minor Titans had not died—they were regaining their strength.

"So these are the Divine Kings of the Divine Clan? Truly formidable beyond words."

Fang Han, witnessing this, was momentarily stunned—he had not expected Divine Kings of the Divine Clan to be this resilient. Then, a surge of wild joy rose in him: such Divine Kings must possess immense wealth.

"Damn it! Damn it! How dare you attack us? You're all dead!"

"Yan Yan Shuiyi, you betrayed your childhood friend and brought wolves into the house—you're a wretched woman. But with your strength, you could never kill us!"

"Hmph, I let you strike me. My power will recover soon—then you'll all die!"

"Kneel and become our dogs. When I recover, I'll make you my slaves for thousands of years. Otherwise, you'll suffer torments you can't even imagine!"

"Yan Yan Shuiyi, traitor, kneel before me—or you'll endure punishments beyond your wildest nightmares!"

Each Divine King, grievously wounded and shattered by Fang Yu's blows, still lived—and within moments had regained some strength. Their mouths spat out arrogant words, gazing at Yan Yan Shuiyi, Fang Yu, Fang Han, and the others as if they were lowly creatures.

"Who exactly are you? How can you possess such formidable vitality?"

Hearing the five Golden Core masters' words, Yan Yan Shuiyi's expression remained unchanged. Suddenly, a mass of dark clouds erupted from her crown—within them, raging lightning, erupting volcanoes, and the overwhelming aura of apocalypse descended upon one Golden Core Divine King.

"Apocalypse Catastrophe!"

Fang Yu, seeing Yan Yan Shuiyi unleash this technique, recognized it as the famed Apocalypse Catastrophe of the Taiyi Sect.

Yan Yan Shuiyi now unleashed her Catastrophe Primordial Spirit, enveloping one Golden Core Divine King.