Chapter 104

Hiss——!!!

In the distance, those who had been watching, or were too slow to rush forward, or still retained a trace of reason and vigilance among the living beings, now all froze in place, as if frozen by Nine Heavens mystic ice, chilled from head to toe!

Their faces turned deathly pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their gazes at the Black Robe Figure filled with boundless fear and shock!

One palm!

Just a single palm!

It wiped out tens of thousands of outlaws!

Among them were many strong individuals!

How terrifying is this power!

How ruthless is this method!

"Black, Black Robe Slaughter God…… He, he is the Black Robe Slaughter God!!"

Someone's teeth chattered, and with all their strength they let out a terrified low growl.

This title spread like a plague through the survivors' hearts, making their gazes at Ye Wuque devoid of any greed, leaving only the purest fear springing from the depths of their souls!

No one dared to harbor even the slightest thought of seizing treasures, not even daring to approach that area!

Ye Wuque slowly withdrew his palm, as if he had merely done an insignificant little thing.

He didn't even glance at the Blood Mist filling the sky, as if the loss of those lives couldn't stir even a ripple in his heart.

However, his gaze slowly turned, eventually settling on a seemingly empty distorted Void tens of thousands of li away, and he spoke lightly, his voice calm as if greeting an old friend:

"Watching this show for so long......"

"Since you've come, come out."

That Void remained silent, with no response.

It seemed as if Ye Wuque were merely speaking to the air.

In the distance, many living beings exchanged bewildered glances, not understanding why.

Only after a moment did a light laugh, carrying a hint of praise yet also bearing a lofty, almost divine evaluation of mortals, finally echo slowly from that Void:

"Hehe, not bad strength. Your perception is keen enough. You actually managed to detect my existence......"

"No wonder you could kill that trash, Jun Moshén."

"What a pity......"

The tone of that voice shifted, turning icy and cruel, carrying a judgment-like Indifference:

"Destined to die."

As the words fell, that distorted Void rippled like water, and a tall, slender figure slowly stepped out from within.

He wore a luxurious dark-gold robe embroidered with ancient cloud patterns and star motifs, noble and mysterious.

His visage was handsome, appearing not very old, yet his eyes were deep as an ancient cold pool, seeming to hold endless vicissitudes and Indifference.

His aura was elusive and shifting, his form seeming to still merge with the surrounding Void, giving a feeling of being omnipresent yet nowhere to be found.

The moment his face became clear——

Among the distant survivors, an unstoppable outcry erupted, filled with extreme shock and horror!

"That, that is…… the Jun clan's dark-gold cloud-pattern robe!!"

"My heavens! It's him! The unrivaled first among the Jun clan's younger generation!!"

"Zero Sequence…… contemporary divine son…… Jun Wentian!!"

"The Jun clan's young emperor, renowned throughout Boundless Heaven!!"

"The famed…… one of the Ten Great Young Emperors of Boundless Heaven!!"

"He actually came in person?!"

"The Ten Great Young Emperors of Boundless Heaven! Each is a true youthful Supreme! Their fame knows no bounds! Their might shakes myriad ancient Star Domains! They are the lofty existence countless youthful Heavenly Prides must look up to! Every appearance causes a tremendous uproar!"

"This one of the Jun clan has firmly secured a place among them! Moreover, he is famed for his domineering, overbearing nature and extreme protectiveness of his own!"

"Rumor has it he has long been slated as the heir to the next Jun clan patriarch! His status is supremely exalted!"

"It's over! Ye Wuque is done! Jun Wentian himself has descended! Beings of his caliber never leave survivors!"

"Sure enough, the Jun clan still chose the hardest response! Even if Ye Wuque seems backed by that mysterious Shenzun, it doesn't faze the Jun clan in the slightest! This fits their consistent overbearing, domineering style and their creed of repaying every slight!"

"This is truly a dragon-tiger battle! No, perhaps it's…… a crushing!"

"Rumor has it that because of Jun Moshén's death, the Jun clan's eighteenth ancestor, who had been in seclusion for countless years, has personally emerged! Judging by the posture, they will spare no cost to take revenge! I fear that Boundless Heaven will once again be stirred by tremendous waves!"

Jun Wéntian's appearance brought such shock that it even temporarily overshadowed everyone's fear of Ye Wuque's Black Robe Slaughter God tactics!

His reputation is truly tremendous!

He is truly one of the few existences standing at the very peak of Boundless Heaven's younger generation!

The towering, majestic Jun clan divine son Jun Wéntian, his form still seeming to merge with the Void, stood with hands behind his back, his eyes like two icy bolts of lightning, spanning myriad li of Void to fall upon Ye Wuque, carrying a cat-and-mouse teasing and Indifference.

He did not act immediately, but slightly tilted his head, as if appreciating an artwork about to be destroyed, murmuring softly; his voice was low yet clearly reached every living being's ears, carrying a suffocating confidence and sharpness.

"Hehe, Ye Wuque......"

"Bring forth all your power and struggle to your heart's content......"

"I hope you can…… slightly please me!"