Chapter 47

After collecting the star core fragments, Ye Wuque did not linger; the summoning feeling originating from deeper within the god tomb grew increasingly clear and intense.

He transformed into an elusive streak of light, weaving through countless ruined halls and dangerous seal ruins, continually pressing deeper into the core area.

The further he went, the more bizarre the surrounding environment became.

Shattered law fragments filled the void like sharp blades, and occasionally traces of recently fought battles could be seen, bloodstains still wet, clearly indicating that Heavenly Pride had encountered and clashed here.

Several days later, the outline of a relatively intact magnificent architectural complex appeared at the horizon's end.

It was a towering ancient divine hall, as if it had existed since time immemorial!

Although its exterior bore the marks of time, with some areas even suffering massive damage, its overall framework remained intact, exuding an awe‑inspiring grandeur and pressure far beyond those outer ruins.

The divine hall's great doors stood wide open, like a giant beast's maw, devouring any living thing that drew near.

Scattered at the entrance were fresh battle traces, along with several Heavenly Pride corpses whose breaths had not yet fully dissipated.

Ye Wuque's eyes narrowed slightly; just as he was about to step into the divine hall, a familiar roar and violent energy collision sounded from within!

"Youmingzi! You wretched lingering spirit! Do you really think a bit of fortune lets you dominate me?!"

It was Duan Xiuluo's voice!

Moreover, it sounded like he was embroiled in a great battle!

Ye Wuque's gaze turned cold; his form blurred instantly, and the next moment he slipped into the divine hall's great doors like a ghost!

The interior of the divine hall was immensely vast, Sky-Pillars supporting a lofty ceiling carved with faint ancient murals.

At that moment, in a corner of the great hall, dark‑gold Asura battle qi clashed wildly with eerie violet corpse qi.

Duan Xiuluo's battle patterns glittered across his body; as he swung his fists, he unleashed wave after wave of unmatched fierce fist blasts, driving back a powerful corpse puppet covered in green hair, reeking of foul odor and death qi.

Yet that corpse puppet's flesh was extraordinarily hard, its strength boundless, and it constantly spewed corrosive soul‑poison mist from its mouth, making it extremely troublesome.

What put even greater pressure on Duan Xiuluo was Youmingzi standing behind the corpse puppet, constantly forming seals to activate a violet bone banner!

At this moment, Youmingzi's aura was far more overbearing than when he was outside the War God platform earlier—by more than a notch!

Netherworld death qi swirled around him, nearly solidified, and on the bone banner a blurry phantom of a ferocious tiger roared, exuding a savage, tyrannical aura that made the heart tremble.

"Duan Xiuluo! Today is your death day! To die beneath my 'Netherworld Corpse King' and 'Overlord Tiger Divine Symbol' is your fortune! Hahaha!"

Youmingzi's face twisted, his eyes brimming with resentment and glee; he shook the bone banner, and the tiger phantom roared, actually channeling a stream of power into the corpse puppet ahead!

The green‑haired corpse puppet's eyes instantly turned crimson, its power surging; it outright blocked Duan Xiuluo's fist blasts, its claws ripping a vicious wind that tore everything, lunging back at Duan Xiuluo's chest!

Duan Xiuluo's expression shifted; he hurried to dodge, but the poison mist eroded him, his stance faltering as the claws threatened to rake him!

At this critical moment——

"Hmph!"

An icy cold snort exploded like thunder!

Immediately after, a hand wrapped in golden qi and blood, seeming able to crush stars, struck first despite coming later, precisely gripping the corpse puppet's wrist!

Crack!

A bone‑cracking sound rang out!

The corpse puppet's extraordinarily hard wrist was actually crushed to pieces by that hand!

Ye Wuque's figure loomed like a mountain before Duan Xiuluo, his black robe fluttering without wind, his eyes icy as age‑old frost.

"Brother Ye!!"

Duan Xiuluo stared, then burst into joy: "You've come!"

Ye Wuque gave a slight nod, his gaze sweeping over the howling, struggling corpse puppet and the corpse‑pale Youmingzi behind it, and said lightly, "Looks like some people never learn."

Seeing Ye Wuque, Youmingzi's pupils contracted sharply—he clearly feared Ye Wuque—but then he touched the warm‑emitting talisman in his bosom, his courage renewed, and he gave a sinister grin:

"You really came! Good, saves me the trouble of seeking you later! Today I'll settle you all together!"

"Just with your not‑human, not‑ghost thing and this wreck?" Ye Wuque said in a flat tone laced with utter contempt.

"Arrogant!" Youmingzi was utterly enraged; he slammed his chest, spraying a mouthful of essence blood onto the violet bone banner in his hand, crying, "Summon Overlord Tiger Divine Power, slay this wretch!"

Hum!

The talisman in his bosom suddenly burst with blinding Dark Blood, a wild, domineering, unmatched ferocious aura surging skyward and instantly merging into the bone banner!

The tiger phantom on the banner seemed to come alive, letting out a terrifying tiger roar that shook the universe!

Roar!

Amid the tiger's roar, the corpse puppet whose wrist Ye Wuque had gripped suddenly swelled a size, its violet hair standing on end, power surging again; it broke free of Ye Wuque's grasp, its eyes turning wholly blood‑red as it lunged with an aura of utter destruction!

Its speed and power surged yet again!

At the same time, Youmingzi let out a piercing wail, shaking the bone banner; countless Wraiths accompanied the Overlord Tiger phantom, forming a soul‑rending torrent that surged toward Ye Wuque!

"Brother Ye, be careful! He's bolstered by a talisman from that freak of the Primordial Overlord Tiger Clan!" Duan Xiuluo warned, rushing forward to help.

"No matter, just a clown jumping on beams."

Ye Wuque spoke calmly; facing this front‑and‑rear assault of terrifying momentum, he did not retreat but stepped forward instead!

Boom!!!

Blazing golden divine radiance erupted again, but this time far more intense and overbearing than before!

At his shoulders, the void twisted, flesh and rules intertwining; accompanied by a heart‑stopping howl, two entirely new heads and four thick arms covered in dark‑gold scales instantly coalesced!

Five Heads Ten Arms!

The ancient great divine ability reappears in the world!

What?!!

The feral grin on Youmingzi's face froze instantly, turning into utter horror!

Ye Wuque's five heads opened their eyes simultaneously; ten arms either clenched fist seals, formed hand seals, or pressed fingers together like blades!

Roar!

A golden great dragon burst forth from the fist seal, its sacred imperial might suppressing evil!

A round of vast sun rose behind him, utmost yang and utmost rigid, purifying all things!

A devouring black hole appeared in his palm, obliterating soul light!

Purifying holy light illuminated the ten directions, rescuing resentful spirits!

Multiple powerful divine abilities, in the Five Heads Ten Arms state, were effortlessly picked up by Ye Wuque and erupted simultaneously!

Boom—boom—boom—boom!

That ferociously charging corpse puppet, taking the brunt, was struck head-on by the Golden Dragon Fist and the power of the vast sun, emitting an extremely shrill scream; its incredibly hard body, like ice thrown into a furnace, instantly melted, shattered, and vaporized!

And that soul-power torrent containing Overlord Tiger divine power was easily neutralized by the devouring black hole and purifying holy light, not even touching the corner of Ye Wuque's robe!

"No! Impossible! How could the great Overlord Tiger divine power……"

The netherworld child's lingering soul all stood on end, frightened to the point of his gallbladder and liver bursting, he turned and wanted to flee!

The fleeing figure of the Netherworld Child froze abruptly, lowering his head in disbelief at the bowl‑sized bloody hole in his chest, his life force draining rapidly.

He turned his head with difficulty, gazing at the five‑headed, ten‑armed figure like a demon god, his eyes filled with endless fear and regret.

"Overlord Tiger… sir… save…"

He uttered a few blurred syllables, then his body went limp and he collapsed heavily to the ground, his breath completely extinguished.

The gloomy purple bone banner and the blood‑glowing talisman also dimmed and fell to the ground.

Ye Wuyue's figure flickered; the five‑headed, ten‑armed apparition retracted, and he returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Duan Xiu Luo stood aside, dumbfounded; although he had long known Ye Wuyue was formidable, each time he witnessed it personally he was still utterly shocked.

Just then, the blood‑red talisman that had fallen to the ground suddenly snapped with a "pop" and shattered on its own.

A more solid and ferocious phantom of the Overblood Crimson Tiger roared forth—not to attack, but to hover in midair; a pair of tiger eyes blazing with wild fire locked onto Ye Wuyue, uttering a low, thunder‑like human voice:

"Good! Excellent! You actually managed to kill someone I, the Tiger Tyrant, valued, and even forced out this strand of my battle‑intent imprint!"

"Report your name! Your head is reserved by me, the Tiger Tyrant!"

This phantom exudes a suffocating pressure far surpassing that of the Netherworld Child; it is indeed a strand of battle‑intent incarnate from the monstrous primordial tyrant‑tiger clan, the Ancient Tyrant God Tiger lineage.

Ye Wuyue stood with his hands behind his back, calmly meeting the tiger's gaze, and said lightly:

"Ye Wuyue. If you want my head, feel free to come anytime. But next time, better come in your true form; a mere lingering thought isn't even worthy to bark at me."

"ROAR!!" the Tiger Tyrant phantom bellowed in anger, shaking the great hall: "Sharp fangs and sharp tongue! When we reach the core of the God's Tomb, I will make you taste the flavor of being torn apart by me!"

After delivering his harsh words, the phantom, seemingly realizing it could do nothing to Ye Wuyue, let out a cold snort and slowly dissipated into the air.

It clearly did not wish to engage in a deadly clash with Ye Wuyue, who was at peak strength and unfathomable depth, choosing instead to retreat temporarily—but a grudge has been forged.

Ye Wuyue remained expressionless, not taking the threat to heart at all.

He bent down to pick up the Netherworld Child's storage treasure and the bone banner, giving them a casual glance.

"Roar!!" The Tiger Ferocity Phantom let out an angry roar, shaking the Great Hall trembling, "Sharp-tongued! When we reach the core of the God's Tomb, I'll make you taste the feeling of being torn apart by me!"

Duan Xiu Luo stepped forward, forcing a bitter smile: "This Tiger Tyrant is a notorious fierce one of the Manghuang Heavenly Domain, one of the Five Supreme Heavenly Domains, bearing the pure primordial tyrant‑tiger bloodline, a core heir of that clan—his power is unfathomable; you have offended him on my behalf…"

"No problem." Ye Wuyue cut him off: "Debts don't weigh me down. Let's go; this ancient hall still seems to hold many treasures—don't let others snatch them first."

Duan Xiu Luo nodded heavily, his heart boiling with gratitude and fighting spirit.

Walking side by side with Ye Wuyue, they ventured deeper into the ancient hall.

Meanwhile, the astonishing feat of Ye Wuyue's five‑headed, ten‑armed form instantly slaying the Netherworld Child and forcing the retreat of the Ancient Tyrant God Tiger clan's battle‑intent incarnation is spreading through the God's Tomb at an unimaginable speed.

Duan Xiu Luo stepped forward, wryly smiling, said: "Hu Lie is a notorious fierce person from the Desolate Heaven Domain, one of the Five Supreme Heavenly Domains, bearing the purest Primordial Overlord Tiger bloodline; he is one of the core inheritors of this clan, his strength is unfathomable; you have offended him for me."

"No problem." Ye Wuque interrupted him, "Debts don't weigh one down. Let's go, this ancient palace seems to still have many good things; don't let others get ahead."

Duan Xiu Luo nodded heavily, his gratitude and fighting spirit boiling together.

Side by side with Ye Wuque, they ventured deeper into the ancient palace to explore.

Meanwhile, Ye Wuque's astonishing feat of instantly killing the Netherworld Child with his Five Heads Ten Arms and frightening away the battle spirit incarnation of Hu Lie of the Primordial Overlord Tiger Clan is spreading at an unimaginable speed throughout the Divine Tomb.