Chapter 25: The Fruit of the Boundless Sword God

The entire area was in Dead Silence to the extreme!

Only Ye Wuque's voice still echoed, deafening!

Jun Ao Tian seemed finally to come to his senses, emitting a wildly terrified scream!

"Not good! Quick! Run!"

Whoosh!

He first transformed into a flash of light at ultimate speed, fleeing at breakneck pace into the distance!

In an instant his trace vanished!

Soon, the Jun family's Heavenly Pride were as if waking from a dream, each bursting into extreme speed, scattering in different directions!

Jun Ao Tian was the fastest, having already fled to a far‑away distance!

His complexion turned pallid to the extreme!

At this moment his mouth corner still babbled something involuntarily.

"Devil... he is a devil!"

"Too... too terrifying..."

"Finally escaped..."

Then... Boom!

His expression suddenly changed drastically!

A torrent of unstoppable, all‑overwhelming terrifying power suddenly descended upon him!

His figure, unbelievably, was hurled backward at an unimaginable speed!

Not only him, but all the Jun family's Heavenly Pride who had fled were the same!

"No... what the hell is this! Ahhh!"

"Get out of the way!"

They let out hysterical, wailing cries, struggling desperately, yet it was all useless!

Under their desperate gazes, a sky‑covering Golden Great Hand emerged from the void, scooping them up like chicks, and instantly hauled them all back!

After dragging them back to the very area, Ye Wuque swung his massive hand, slamming them onto the ground like a pile of dead dogs.

"Heh, what are you trying to do? Keep going, I'm not done playing yet."

Ye Wuque's voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, sounded softly, his mouth corner revealing an innocently harmless smile.

Seeing Ye Wuque's kindly smile, the Jun family's Heavenly Pride couldn't help but shiver!

They hurriedly began begging frantically.

"Sir! Lord Ye! I was wrong! I truly was wrong! Please spare my life!"

"We are blind as stones, we beg your forgiveness!"

Ye Wuque still smiled faintly, but beneath that smile lay extreme indifference.

These people, daring to strike him, must be ready for certain death!

He showed no hesitation, slamming a palm down directly!

Boom!

The Jun family members wailed in despair, launching resistance moves, but against Ye Wuque's overwhelming onslaught, they had no effect at all!

Jun Ao Tian, in the end, burned everything and struck, letting out a final roar!

"Ye Wuque! Wait! My clan's Ancestor will surely... shred you to pieces!"

After uttering that harsh line, all the Jun family's Heavenly Pride, including Jun Ao Tian, were smashed to pieces by Ye Wuque!

After the towering wave subsided.

On the charred plain, a thick scent of blood hung like viscous silk, clinging to every inch of air.

Shattered fragments of deep‑purple brocade robes, mingled with indistinguishable bone and flesh fragments, were deeply embedded in the cracked scorched earth, a sight that shocked the eyes.

Jun Ao Tian's final roar seemed to echo within the solidified killing intent, yet it had been completely devoured by absolute Dead Silence.

Ye Wuque withdrew the hand that seemed capable of covering the sky; its palm dripped no blood, only residual terrifying power rippled slowly through the air, emitting a faint, hair‑raising hum.

He didn't even glance at the heap of gore, as if he merely brushed away a few specks of eye‑irritating dust.

In the distance, the various Heavenly Pride drawn by the earth‑shaking collision were all chilled to the bone, their throats seemingly clutched by an invisible hand, unable to utter a sound.

Dead Silence lasted for several breaths before being broken by a suppressed, extreme gasp.

"Sss..."

"Jun Ao Tian... dead? Not even a single palm... caught?"

A Heavenly Pride from an ancient clan spoke hoarsely, trembling, barely daring to believe his own eyes.

That was the Jun family's Ancient Freak, capable of roaming the Ten Lands!

"Those are over a dozen of the Jun family's core Heavenly Pride! One palm... all gone!"

"The Jun family's younger generation... wiped out! Entire army annihilated!"

The companion beside him turned deathly pale, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"War God in Black Robe... Ye Wuque... where did this killing god emerge from?"

Someone stared intently at the still‑calm, upright Black Robe Figure, eyes filled with terror and awe.

"Too fierce! This combat power might truly be able to clash with those legendary monsters that descended from the Nine Heavens!"

"But... Ye Wuque also pierced the heavens! Jun Ao Tian is dead, the Jun family will definitely go mad!"

"I have heard that in Jun Ao Tian's line, there still exists a true Immortal‑level Ancestor in the world!"

A well‑informed Heavenly Pride's voice trembled.

"No matter how strong Ye Wuque is, he is still just the younger generation! How can one contend with an Immortal?"

"If he were merely a lone cultivator with no background…"

No one continued the rest, but that chill already made everyone's spines shiver.

Ye Wuque's name, riding this bloody crushing, was like a massive stone thrown into a dead pool, its towering wave raging at a staggering speed, wildly spreading among the Heavenly Pride entering the Ancient Emperor Tomb.

After dispatching that group of Jun family Heavenly Pride, Ye Wuque finally withdrew his gaze calmly, as if the ones he had just crushed were merely a swarm of noisy flies.

Without any pause, his figure flickered, like a shadow merging into Space, vanishing instantly from the spot, leaving behind a scene of bloodied wreckage and countless unsettled gazes.

In the core area of the Ancient Emperor Tomb, the Space structure was even older and more refined, the pervasive Chaos mist showing a dark golden hue, its oppressive pressure enough to halt even a common Divine Realm in its tracks.

Broken realm fragments here formed several relatively independent yet awe‑inspiring core zones.

Following the sensation at his forehead bone, Ye Wuque traversed a crimson gorge made of solidified stellar magma, and the view ahead opened up brightly.

Ahead, several ancient relics of varying shapes floated within the dark golden mist, each exuding a distinct, massive aura, drawing numerous powerful Heavenly Pride to gather.

One of them, the most eye‑catching!

It was a solitary peak!

It was not a mountain in the ordinary sense, but resembled a peerless divine sword planted upside‑down in the earth, its hilt reaching straight to the heavens!

The peak stood straight and steep, its whole body a deep, restrained dark cyan, its surface smooth as a mirror yet covered with countless fine, mysterious sword‑like patterns that seemed naturally formed.

An indescribable, vast sword intent, like a sleeping dragon coiled upon it, ancient, boundless, and unmatched in sharpness!

Even just gazing from afar made the spirit ache, as if an invisible keen blade hovered overhead, causing the heart to flutter.

Sword God Peak!

At this moment, atop the peak, intangible sword qi surged like a tangible tide, emitting a deep, grand hum.

The summit itself was enveloped by a dazzling light cluster, as if formed from countless sword lights.

Within the light cluster, a faint silhouette of a strange plant drifted, its leaves like swords, its sturdy branches like dragons; at the top, a heart‑shaped fruit, its whole body coursing with Chaos sword light, was slowly taking shape and solidifying!

An indescribable sharp herbal fragrance, mingling with the profound Dao Rhythm that shatters all laws and severs Causality, spread outward from that light cluster!

The fragrance was overwhelmingly domineering, piercing Space and clearly entering Ye Wuque's perception!

"Infinite Sword God Fruit!"

Ye Wuque's gaze instantly became razor‑sharp, like two solid sword beams piercing the Void, firmly locking onto the dazzling sword light atop the peak!

His heart beat steadily and powerfully in his chest, a long‑missing yearning and a resolute determination to obtain it surged explosively!

Ancient Azure Divine Spring, Immortal Heavenly Tree, Infinite Sword God Fruit!

The final piece of the Ancient Great Divine Skill "Three Heads Six Arms" evolving to the "Five Heads Ten Arms" level lay before his eyes!

Around Sword God Peak, countless figures had already gathered.

Sword Cultivators made up the overwhelming majority; they either sat cross‑legged, eyes closed, perceiving the vast sword intent radiating from the peak;

or stared intensely, fixed on the increasingly clear phantom of the divine fruit at the summit, breathing rapidly.

There were also many Heavenly Pride, not Sword Cultivators but equally potent, drawn by the fruit's destructive Dao Rhythm, their eyes burning with greed.

The low murmur of discussion rose and fell like tides.

"What terrifying sword intent! One day of perception here equals ten years of arduous cultivation elsewhere!"

"That divine fruit… is it the legendary Infinite Sword God Fruit? It contains the primordial source of the destructive sword Dao! If one could obtain it…"

"Stop daydreaming! Such a divine artifact is not something ordinary people can covet. Did you see those few seated figures at the base of the peak? Their auras are terrifying, one after another!"

"That is… Jianzi Mo Li of the Mysterious Sword Sect! And the Frenzied Blade Warrior of the Heavenly Blade Sect! Hiss… who is that white‑clothed youth with closed eyes? His aura is so ethereal and sharp!"

"It's him! 'Piao Miao Sword' Leng Wufeng! It is said his sword intent has reached the transformative realm, killing without form!"

"Wait! Look at that protruding black sword stone on the mountain's waist! That person…"

"That's Ju Jian Wang Zhan Qianqiu!"

"And Xiao Shuihan!"

……

Ye Wuque's arrival caused little stir; most people's attention focused on the divine fruit atop the peak and the famed Heavenly Pride.

Only a few with keen perception, at the instant Ye Wuque stepped into this area, felt an invisible, heavy pressure seemingly from Corpse Mountain Blood Sea flash away, and instinctively turned their heads, only to see a Black Robe Figure calmly walking toward Sword God Peak, steps as steady as a mountain.

Ye Wuque's goal was unmistakably clear.

He ignored the surrounding curious or wary gazes, marching straight to a relatively open spot at the foot of Sword God Peak where sword qi was slightly weaker, preparing to seize the opportunity to ascend.

The Infinite Sword God Fruit was about to mature; he had to secure a favorable position.