Chapter 32

Hundun and Yun Changming, one like golden lightning tearing the vast sky, the other like Mist of Fate twisting the Void, rushed into the core area of this Primordial Desolate small world.

Their bodies surged with divine energy, their aura fierce, their eyes gleaming with greedy determination and icy killing intent.

However, just as their gazes pierced the eternal twilight light and fell upon the central Shi Tai—

The two figures, as if slammed by an invisible divine nail, froze in place abruptly!

Their pupils contracted violently at the same moment!

The arrogance, greed, and killing intent on their faces were instantly replaced by utter shock and disbelief!

At the end of their line of sight, beside the Shi Tai that should have been empty, awaiting their contest and activation, a tall, slender Black Robe Figure slowly turned around.

That person's expression was calm, his eyes deep, as if he had just finished a trivial matter and was about to leave leisurely.

His aura sank deep like an abyssal sea, showing no trace of the fierce struggle he had just endured, nor any of the elation and excitement that should follow obtaining a great treasure—only a … serenity, as if it were simply meant to be.

It was as if he had merely come here… to retrieve what belonged to him.

This person, naturally, was Ye Wuque.

"Huh?!" Yun Changming cried out, his usual aloof composure vanishing, his face filled with astonishment.

Hundun's pair of blazing golden eyes instantly narrowed into dangerous slits, his terrifying murderous aura erupting from his body like substance, staining the surrounding twilight light with a layer of blood!

He stared fixedly at Ye Wuque, especially at Ye Wuque's overly calm expression, and a fury at being cut off and despised instantly overwhelmed his reason!

"Ant! How dare you… get ahead of me?!"

Hundun's voice sounded like ice shards scraping, carrying bone‑chilling cold and killing intent: "Hand over the treasure obediently… I will consider… leaving you a whole corpse…"

His tone was disdainful, his gaze aloof, as if granting a whole corpse were already a great boon.

The arrogance and ferocity of the Golden‑Winged Great Peng Clan were displayed in full measure at this moment.

Although Yun Changming did not speak immediately, his hands had already formed seals silently in his sleeves; the mysterious Fate Threads around him spread soundlessly, locking onto all the space around Ye Wuque, divine energy gathering at his fingertips, obviously ready to unleash a thunder‑strike at any moment to seize the opportunity.

Ye Wuque's gaze calmly swept over the two murderous figures, sensing that the fluctuations on their bodies shared the same origin as the forehead bone in his arms, only much weaker, and he instantly understood.

Obviously, these two, too, must have obtained a segment of invincible bone bestowed by the Mysterious Being by chance, thereby sensing the existence of this small world deep within the Primordial Desolate imperial tomb.

Faced with Hundun's humiliating threat and Yun Changming's concealed killing intent, Ye Wuque's face showed not a trace of fear; instead, he revealed a faint, almost mocking arc.

Having just broken through to the Five Heads Ten Arms realm, he happened to be looking for a few worthy opponents to test just how strong his current strength had become.

He lightly raised his hand, his fingertips seemingly unintentionally brushing the front of his robe; there, though the auras of the three treasures were tightly restrained, a trace of supreme Dao Rhythm still seeped out.

"The opportunity is on me."

Ye Wuque's voice was flat and unperturbed, yet it clearly reached the two men's ears, carrying a maddening nonchalance: "You want it, huh?"

He paused, watching Hundun and Yun Changming's faces instantly turn uglier and greedier, and lightly curled his finger.

"If you want it… come and take it yourself."

"Insolent! Bold madman! You're courting death!"

Hundun flew into a complete rage!

As a Heavenly Pride of the Golden‑Winged Great Peng Clan, when had he ever been so contemptuously provoked?

A sharp, ear‑piercing Peng cry, capable of rending souls, erupted explosively from his mouth!

Boom!

Golden divine flames madly burned around him, his whole body turning into a destructive golden stream of light; on his right fist coalesced a ferocious Peng‑claw phantom, tearing the Void, carrying the terrifying power to pierce stars and crush sun and moon, straight blasting toward Ye Wuque's face!

Heavenly Peng Divine Fist!

The famed killing art of the Golden‑Winged Great Peng Clan!

As the fist launched, the universe trembled; the overbearing fist pressure, like a tangible mountain, surged forward first, seeking to grind Ye Wuque into powder!

Behind him, Yun Changming's eyes turned grim; he did not immediately join forces with Hundun, instead stepping back half a step, his Fate Threads flickering, seemingly intending to use Hundun's hand to probe Ye Wuque's depths, ready to act opportunistically and reap the benefits.

Faced with Hundun's furious, matchlessly ferocious punch, Ye Wuque's faint expression of impatience grew ever more evident.

"Noisy."

He didn't even move a foot, simply raising his right hand in the same simple way and clenching it into a fist.

At the instant his fist clenched, a might like that of a slumbering Honghuang Dragon awoke!

Hum!

Blinding, supremely noble golden divine radiance instantly covered his fist's forefront!

"Roar——!!!"

A deafening, majestic Dragon Chant, seemingly from the Primordial Desolate ages, exploded!

Accompanying the Dragon Chant, a five‑clawed golden dragon, wholly condensed from golden divine radiance, roared forth from the forefront of Ye Wuque's fist!

The True Dragon spanned the heavens, blasting the firmament apart!

The dragon's body coiled like a mountain soaring into the sky, its scales flashing with immortal divine light, its claws sharp as if able to rend heaven and earth, its eyes holding the supreme majesty that looks down upon all creation!

An Imperial Dao aura that surged above all beings and commanded the myriad heavens burst forth!

True Dragon Fist!

Boom—crack!!!

The golden great dragon roared as it violently collided with Hundun's ferocious Peng‑claw fist aura!

No stalemate, no resistance!

Only… crushing!

In the reflection of Hundun's suddenly constricted golden pupils, filled with disbelief and horror, his Heavenly Peng Divine Fist—capable of crushing stars—upon contacting the golden dragon's shadow, proved to be its natural nemesis; the condensed fist pressure and the ferocious Peng phantom, like ice under sunlight, emitted a feeble wail, crumbling inch by inch and shattering!

"What?!"

Hundun let out a shocked, hoarse howl, feeling an irresistible, overwhelming terrifying force surge madly up his arm into his body; the supreme Dragon Might within that power even imposed an innate suppression on his Golden‑Winged Great Peng bloodline!

His body shuddered violently, a mouthful of blood spurting uncontrollably; his whole person, as if struck head‑on by a Honghuang beast, was flung backward at even greater speed than his approach, his feet plowing two deep grooves into the dark, hard ground!

He forcibly steadied his stance, snapped his head up, and stared fixedly at Ye Wuque; his golden eyes brimmed with shock, fear, and an incredulous tremor rising from the depths of his bloodline!

「Dragon Clan divine ability?! No! This is…… True Dragon Emperor Technique!! 」

Hun Dan's voice carried a slight tremor.

「This is impossible! How could you possess the True Dragon Emperor Technique?! Who exactly are you?! 」

True Dragon Emperor Technique!

One of the ten supreme Imperial Arts!

Famous throughout Zhutian Huanyu, it is the Dragon Clan's supreme inheritance—not something the Dragon Clan's core lineage can obtain, nor can one who possesses talent, background, strength, and fortune all at once, a peerless monster, obtain it!

Its symbolic meaning and terrifying power are enough to make any faction tremble!

Not only Hun Dan, but even Yun Changming, who had been planning to stay on the sidelines and wait for an opportunity to act, now had his mind and spirit violently shaken, his complexion abruptly changing!

His usual aloof composure completely vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and shock!

「True Dragon Emperor Technique…… He actually bears such an invincible inheritance?! 」

In Yun Changming's eyes, the Fate Threads spun wildly as he tried to deduce Ye Wuque's origins, only to find that the opponent seemed shrouded in an impenetrable mist; any deduction was forcibly disrupted and rebounded by a far more overbearing power!

Behind him, Ming Tianyu and the others were already terrified out of their wits, their legs gone weak, barely able to stand.

They actually harbored designs on the opportunity of a terrifying being who possesses the True Dragon Emperor Technique?

This is simply like an elder of longevity swallowing arsenic—disliking a long life!

Ye Wuque slowly retracted his fist, and the howling golden great dragon phantom gradually dissipated.

He glanced blandly over the horrified Hun Dan and the Yun Changming whose expression wavered, as if merely swatting away a noisy fly.

He lightly brushed off nonexistent dust, his tone still as calm as ever, yet carrying a suffocating sense of oppression:

「Let's go together. 」

「I'm in a hurry. 」