Chapter 367: Wretched Beast! How Dare You!

When those three clumps of blood‑soaked flesh, blurred to the point of being barely recognizable as human shape, were barely reassembled into familiar outlines by a few of the Ye Clan's quick‑witted stewards, the Void surrounding the outer edge of the Supreme Heavenly Emperor Star Domain fell into a strange Dead Silence.

That nauseating mass of meat, constantly convulsing and oozing a gold‑red mixture of blood, was in fact the very Ye Xuanji, Ye Langya and Ye Miaoxin who moments ago had been radiating with rainbow‑like momentum, resonating their ancestral divine blood, and unleashing a world‑shocking killing move!

Ye Wuque did nothing more than… a casual palm strike!

No one even saw exactly how he delivered the strike; all they recall is that terrifying Golden Great Hand, extending from Endless Darkness and Above the Nine Heavens, as if bearing the entire Star River of the universe, gave a light press… and then everything ended.

The three top‑tier Heavenly Pride that the Ye Clan had poured all its resources into cultivating and placed great hopes upon—flagship figures of the clan's younger generation—were reduced like three insignificant insects, crushed into such a pitiful state that even their own parents could barely recognize them!

This was no longer a battle, but a thorough, dimensional‑level crushing!

It was a deity's disdainful gaze upon the mortal world, erasing it!

Sss—!!!

After the brief Dead Silence came the sound of a cold gasp sweeping the arena like a tsunami!

Countless Ye Clan disciples had eyes bulging out of their sockets, mouths gaping wide enough to fit a fist, their faces etched with extreme horror and disbelief!

W… what the heck! Defying the heavens! Young Master Xuanji and the others… they couldn't even withstand Ye Wuque's casual palm strike?!

My heavens! What… what exactly was that power? That Golden Great Hand… I feel my soul being crushed!

One palm! Just one palm! The Imperial Son and Imperial Daughter, united with ancestral divine blood resonance, turned into three puddles of rotten mud?! How could that be possible?!

He… is he really the Wuque Imperial Son who was stripped of his ancestral divine blood back then? How long has it been? His strength… just how incomprehensibly terrifying has it become?!

Monster… this is the real monster! Our previous imagination of him… was far too barren!

Shock, fear, awe, bewilderment, incomprehension… a swirl of emotions surged in the hearts of countless Ye Clan members.

With this brutally absolute, also directly ultimate palm strike, Ye Wuque announced his return to every member of the Ye Clan, as well as his hopelessly overwhelming power!

Unlike the ordinary disciples' horror, Elder Ye Huanyu let out a hearty, unrestrained laugh, his laughter rich and exuberant, full of triumphant delight, resonating loudly in the silent starry sky.

Hahaha! Good! Well fought! Wuque! Well done! It should be just like this! Let these arrogant, clueless brats have a good wake‑up! Hahaha!

On Clan Leader Ye Jinghong's imposing face, a trace of unmistakable color flickered now; deep within his profound eyes, beyond shock, lay deep satisfaction and a sense of a burden lifted.

He gazed at the black‑cloaked youth standing calmly in the distance, as if he had only done something trivial; a satisfied smile tugged at his mouth, and he murmured, "Good kid… truly didn't disappoint this seat… no, he far exceeded expectations!"

On the other side, Ye Zhenyue, Ye Jiuyuan, and Ye Qiankun's expressions were now beyond words.

The gloom, venom, and a hint of secret hope on their faces froze solid the instant they recognized those three clumps of rotten flesh as their own offspring, then shattered like broken porcelain, turning into boundless shock, raging fury, a bone‑deep terror and… despair!

Their proud sons and daughters, the unparalleled Heavenly Pride they poured countless heart‑beats into and regarded as their greatest future support, had actually… had Ye Wuque so effortlessly, as if swatting flies, crush them with a single palm into three nearly worthless piles of rotten flesh?!

Not even a single semblance of resistance could they muster?!

Such a massive disparity and blow drove them to the brink of madness!

No—! Xuanji! My son! — Ye Zhenyue's eyes bulged to the brink of bursting, letting out a beast‑like roar; his aura violently surged with extreme anger, aggravating his wounds, and another spray of blood erupted.

"Langya!!" Ye Jiuyuan's eyes turned blood‑red, staring fixedly at the clump of rotten flesh belonging to Ye Langya, his body trembling with anger.

"Miaoxin!!" Ye Qiankun also shouted in shock.

Ye Wuque's expression remained indifferent as he stepped forward, clearly unwilling to give those three clumps of rotten flesh any respite, intending to end this long‑standing feud once and for all.

"Wretched beast! How dare you!!!"

Ye Zhenyue suddenly looked up, letting out a blood‑curdling, earth‑shaking roar!

But just as Ye Wuque was about to completely annihilate the Ye Clan's Three Heroes…

Swish swish swish!

In the Void beside them, a sudden ripple of Space surged!

In the next instant, three gaunt, withered elder silhouettes, ghost‑like and almost merging with the Void's shadows, materialized without warning!

They wore the simplest gray hemp robes, their faces aged like cracked bark, eyes cloudy and hollow as if unfocused, and emitted no trace of powerful aura, appearing as ordinary as three senile elders on the brink of death.

Yet the moment they appeared, Ye Wuque's step, which had just been taken forward, paused ever so slightly.

His calm gaze settled on the three withered elders, his brows lifting ever so subtly.

These three elders… are no ordinary beings.

They gave Ye Wuque the feeling of three cold, hard, eternally unweathered stones, as well as three ancient weapons hidden deep in rusted sheaths yet still deadly.

"Secret Guard…" a senior Elder of the Ye Clan called out, his tone complex, "they are the Path‑guarding secret guards arranged for Xuanji, Langya and Miaoxin!"

The Ye Clan, an Undying Aristocratic Family, naturally provides more than overt protection for its core direct‑line Heavenly Pride, especially those bearing ancestral divine blood.

These Path‑guarding secret guards are the true trump cards, usually staffed by elder masters whose potential is exhausted, whose life‑force is waning, yet whose cultivation is extremely profound and whose loyalty has been tested countless times; they hide in the Void, linked to their charges, intervening only at the most critical life‑or‑death moments, typically to preserve life rather than kill enemies.

Clearly, the state of Ye Xuanji and his companions just now had already triggered the secret guards' threshold… near death.

After the three withered secret guards appeared, they said nothing, not even glancing at Ye Wuque.

One of them rolled up his sleeve, and a gentle yet irresistible force wrapped and lifted the rotten flesh that had become Ye Xuanji.

The other two did the same, each gathering Ye Langya's and Ye Miaoxin's remains.

Their movements were swift and precise, as if rehearsed countless times.

Then, their forms simultaneously blurred, rippling like reflections on water; in the next moment they appeared beside Ye Zhenyue, Ye Jiuyuan and Ye Qiankun, carefully placing the remnants down.

The whole process was as fast as lightning, from the secret guards' emergence to carrying away Ye Xuanji's three, lasting only an instant.

"Imperial Son Wuque's strike… was ultimately intercepted by the secret guards."

An Elder sighed softly, unsure whether it was regret or relief.

"The Path‑guarding secret guards have acted; now Imperial Son Wuque will find it hard to kill Xuanji and the others again."

Another shook his head.

Seeing their offspring rescued by the secret guards, Ye Zhenyue, Ye Jiuyuan and Ye Qiankun, though still in that pitiful state, at least preserved a final breath, their hearts steadied, yet a surge of even greater hatred and murderous intent toward Ye Wuque rose within them.