Chapter 368: The Mist Clan

Ye Jiu Yuan jerked his head up, his venomous gaze like a poisoned dagger fixed on Ye Wuque, his voice sharp and hoarse from extreme rage: "Little wretched! In front of everyone's eyes, you dare be so ruthless, trying to destroy the bloodline of our clan! It's sheer madness, intolerable to heaven and earth! If we don't execute you on the spot today, where is the eternal majesty of the Ye Clan? Where are the clan rules?!"

He tried to stand on the moral high ground, using the great cause of harming one's own clan to coerce the crowd and stir up hostility toward Ye Wuque.

However, as soon as his words fell, Elder Qi, Ye Huanyu, who could no longer hold back, leapt like a raging lion, stepped forward, pointed at Ye Jiu Yuan's nose and ranted, his spit nearly hitting the other's face:

"Damn your mother's seventy‑two‑turn spiral dog‑fart! Ye Jiu Yuan! You old bastard! Now you realize they're the same clan?!"

Ye Huanyu's anger made his beard stand on end, his voice thunderous, each word cutting to the heart: "When Wuque was young, your scheming stripped away his ancestral divine blood—did you ever think of clan kin?!"

"When Wuque's line was oppressed and displaced, did you ever utter a single word of clan law?!"

"Now that Wuque is strong, coming back to settle old scores, you can't beat him, so you start invoking clan and clan rules? I spit! Where's your face? Was it gnawed by a star‑sky beast? Utterly shameless! Disgusting to the core!"

Ye Huanyu's ruthless, blood‑splattered tirade, like a rapid‑fire barrage, slammed into the faces of Ye Zhenyue and his two companions, and resonated in the ears of every Ye Clan member.

Many clan members who had felt conflicted or even a bit resentful toward Ye Wuque's powerful return now heard this, their expressions subtly changed, and the contempt and disdain in their gazes toward Ye Zhenyue and his two companions deepened.

Indeed, you were flawless then; now that he's grown strong and returns for revenge, you turn the tables—it's as if you've lost face entirely.

Ye Zhenyue and his two companions were reddened and pallid by Ye Huanyu's scolding, their chests heaving, wanting to retort, but realizing that, point by point, they were indeed at fault, especially being exposed nakedly before the crowd, they were left speechless, only able to gasp in suppressed anger, the venom in their eyes nearly turning into tangible flames.

Just as the stalemate persisted and the atmosphere reached its peak—

Buzz… Boom—boom—boom—!!!

Without warning, from the boundless depths of the starry sky, a terrifying spatial tremor, indescribable, erupted from a void that seemed to surpass the Southern Realm, Boundless Heaven, even touching the primordial layer of the Zhutian Wanjie.

Immediately after, a bizarre, ethereal pressure laden with endless decay and cold seeped down like a cataclysmic flood breaching a dam, pouring from the tremor's source and instantly enveloping the entire Supreme Heavenly Emperor Star Domain!

Its strength, antiquity, and strangeness far exceeded anything anyone had seen before!

In the starry sky, countless Ye Clan youths turned pale as if an invisible mountain range pressed down on them; those with slightly weaker cultivation collapsed outright, even breathing became difficult!

Even many Elder‑rank figures saw their complexion change abruptly, their internal cultivation energy stagnating, and their souls receiving stabbing warnings!

"What… what kind of being is descending?!"

"What a terrifying aura! As if it came from before ten thousand ages!"

"No! This aura… carries a bizarre mist law… could it be…"

When Ye Zhenyue felt the terrifying pressure, he was first stunned, then the resentment and venom on his face were instantly replaced by an uncontrollable exhilaration!

He jerked his head upward, gazed toward the descending pressure, his eyes flashing with a terrifying brilliance, a cruel, delighted grin spreading at his mouth, even his voice trembled slightly with excitement:

"Come… they're coming! They finally arrived! Hahaha!"

He whirled his head, looking at the still‑calm Ye Wuque standing afar, his gaze treating him like a pitiful creature doomed to die without a burial, filled with venomous mockery and the thrill of imminent revenge:

"Little wretched! Your death… has come! No matter how dazzling you are, today you will surely die! Heh! Hahaha!"

Ye Jiu Yuan and Ye Qiankun also reacted instantly, their faces showing uncontainable excitement and anticipation, staring fixedly at the point where the pressure descended, as if they had witnessed the savior's arrival!

Under countless horrified gazes, the trembling core of the high void began to unfurl, a boundless, ever‑turning strange silver mist slowly spreading, quickly covering a vast stretch of the starry sky!

Within the mist seemed countless twisted faces wailing silently, scenes of civilisations rising and falling flickering, emitting a dreadful Dao Rhythm that erodes all things and assimilates all spirits!

As the mist churned, it gradually coalesced into a slightly hunched yet towering elder's phantom!

The elder's face was grim and fierce, sunken eye sockets, his gaze like two ghostly green flames burning in the mist, a stare that chilled the soul to the bone.

His mere descent caused the starry‑sky laws of the entire Southern Realm to wail and retreat!

"Silver Mist Imperial Clan… the true Ancestor-level being… Wu Qian Jue!"

An ancient Ye Clan elder, who had seen countless ages, let out a stunned cry, his voice trembling with awe!

Wu Qian Jue!

He is the Silver Mist Imperial Clan's primordial founder, an ancient monster that has lived for unfathomable years, the true Sea‑Calming Divine Needle and ultimate foundation of the vast Imperial Clan!

His cultivation already pierces heaven and earth, famed across Nine Heavens Ten Earths; in ordinary eras he would never awaken, let alone manifest easily in the world!

He is truly one of the terrifying great powers at the pinnacle of Zhutian Wanjie!

Such an ancient being, previously only in legends and epics, now personally descended upon the Ye Clan to slay Ye Wuque!

"You little brute…"

Wu Qian Jue's hoarse, dry voice, like two old bark pieces rubbing, rose slowly, not loud but bearing a chilling murderous intent that pierced straight to the soul, clear to every living being as if a Nine Nether cold wind blew through:

"You killed our clan's Young Master… this hatred is beyond heaven, it was already decreed that your crimes deserve ten thousand deaths, your spirit forever fallen…"

His ghost‑green flame eyes pierced the void, landing on Ye Wuque, then glancing at the rotting flesh of Ye Xuanji beside Ye Zhenyue, his voice even colder:

"Now you dare again to lay such a poisonous hand on Xuanji… Xuanji's mother is a direct descendant of my own bloodline… you are provoking me, provoking the entire Silver Mist Imperial Clan!"

"Today… I will let you, an ignorant youngster, learn what ancient, immortal majesty is, and what… true despair is!"

Wu Qian Jue's words carried an undeniable resolve.

His purpose in descending was simple and direct: to annihilate Ye Wuque with thunderous, overwhelming force!

Thus establishing his might and completely cutting off Ye Wuque, a future threat to the Silver Mist Imperial Clan and Ye Zhenyue's line, as a chief adversary!

A personal hunt by an Ancestor-level Imperial Clan being!

Such treatment would make any young Heavenly Pride tremble with fear!