Chapter 635: Annihilate the Mist Clan!

And those towering palaces, under this terrifying assault, were as if made of paper—

With a roar, they collapsed!

Reduced to ruins!

For a moment—

Screams of agony, wails of lament, pleas for mercy rang across the entire Star Domain!

But the Nine Supreme Overlords remained unmoved!

Towards the traitors—

No mercy is needed!

……

Ye Wuque also took action!

He flashed, instantly charging into the ranks of the Silver Mist Imperial Clan!

Those members of the Silver Mist Imperial Clan, though they had gained the power of the Other Shore, were mostly only at the Immortal level, with few even reaching the Dao Realm!

Before Ye Wuque—

They were like ants!

"Boom!"

He unleashed a punch; the Golden Fist blazed like a scorching sun, instantly pulverizing dozens of Immortal‑rank Silver Mist Imperial Clan members into dust!

"Sizzle!"

He pointed a finger, the Finger Spear like a sword, piercing a Dao Void Realm Silver Mist Imperial Clan Elder!

That Elder, not even having time to scream, was instantly subjected to Body and Spirit Annihilation!

"Whoosh!"

He waved his Golden Great Hand, a massive golden hand that blocked the sky, enveloping all the Silver Mist Imperial Clan members in an area!

Then—

He clenched tightly!

"Puff puff puff puff!"

Amid countless muffled thuds, that entire area was completely turned to void!

In a brief quarter‑hour—

The Silver Mist Imperial Clan members that fell into Ye Wuque's hands already numbered over several thousand!

Among them were several of the remaining Dao Realm foundations!

Those Dao Realm Existence had still been hoping to fight to the death, pulling a few backs!

But before Ye Wuque—

They didn't even have the right to fight!

One punch!

Just one punch!

And they were blown apart!

……

On the other side—

Ye Zhengrong's gaze fell upon the deepest part of the Silver Mist Imperial Clan.

There, a Dark Shadow was trembling.

It was an elder clad in a silver robe, his face aged and his aura feeble.

A faint silver mist swirled around him, but the mist had already dissipated by more than half, unable to coalesce.

He, the Supreme Ancestor of the Silver Mist Imperial Clan—

Wu Qian Yuan!

The true source of the Silver Mist Imperial Clan!

Throughout the entire Mist Clan, he is revered like a deity!

He and Wu Qian Jue, who was previously slain by a single pointed strike of a divine avatar, are blood brothers.

But their powers differ vastly.

Wu Qian Jue is only at the peak of Dao Ancestor, never having entered the Quasi‑Supreme realm.

And Wu Qian Yuan—

is a true Supreme!

Though only an Ordinary Supreme, it is still a Supreme!

He truly stands at the pinnacle of the Zhutian Wanjie!

However, at this moment—

This Supreme Ancestor, however, was pallid to the point of decay, his whole body trembling!

He stared at those Nine Dao figures blazing like the scorching sun, at the killing god who was crazily slaughtering his own people, his eyes filled with despair and terror!

He wants to flee!

But he knows—

He cannot escape!

The Nine Supreme Overlords have sealed off the entire Star Domain!

He has nowhere to run!

He wants to fight to the death!

But he also knew—

He couldn't win!

Among the Nine Supreme Overlords, there is Ye Zhengrong!

There is the Dragon Emperor!

There is the Ice Sword Immortal Sovereign!

There is the Jiemie Blade Sovereign!

Each of them is no weaker than him!

Even—

Much stronger than him!

"It's over… it's over…"

Wu Qian Yuan murmured, his voice full of despair and sorrow:

"My Silver Mist Imperial Clan… it's over…"

At that moment—

Ye Zhengrong's gaze fell upon him.

That gaze was calm, indifferent, yet contained endless murderous intent.

Ye Zhengrong looked at Wu Qian Yuan; in his deep Dark Eye, a flash of murderous intent flickered and vanished.

Back then—

The calamity that befell Ye Wuque when he was a child, one of the chief culprits, Lady Yu, was from the Silver Mist Imperial Clan!

And the progenitor of the Silver Mist Imperial Clan also took part in secret!

In those years, they hunted the young Ye Wuque!

In those years, they made Ye Wuque wander in destitution, with no guarantee of tomorrow!

In those years, they almost caused Ye Wuque to be lost for ten thousand tribulations!

This debt—

He, Ye Zhengrong, has never forgotten!

Now—

It just happens to be a chance to settle that old matter and take revenge!

"Wu Qian Yuan…"

Ye Zhengrong spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet like a decree of the Heavenly Dao:

"Do you still remember the events of those years?"

Wu Qian Yuan trembled all over, his complexion turning even paler.

Of course he remembers!

He also took part in the pursuit of Ye Wuque back then!

Although not a main force, he still contributed!

He had thought this matter had long passed!

After all, Ye Wuque had grown, becoming the hope of the Nine Heavens Ten Earths!

After all, Ye Zhengrong had never troubled him!

He thought Ye Zhengrong was looking after the bigger picture, not holding a grudge about the past!

But now—

He knows he was wrong!

He was absurdly wrong.

Ye Zhengrong—

Has never forgotten!

"Ye Zhengrong…"

Wu Qian Yuan said hoarsely, his voice full of fear and begging:

"The events of those years… were… were my momentary… confusion…"

"I am willing… willing to compensate…"

"As long as you are willing to spare me, I will do anything…"

Before he could finish—

Ye Zhengrong had already acted!

He raised his hand and pointed a finger!

This finger, though seeming casual, seemed to pierce Eternal Time and Space!

Wherever the Finger Spear passes, everything vanishes!

Wu Qian Yuan's complexion changed wildly!

He let out a long howl, exerting all his strength, to activate his Supreme Dao Fruit!

Behind him, a vast Silver Mist Sea materialized!

That Silver Mist Sea is the condensation of his endless years of cultivation, the foundation of his status as a Supreme!

"Silver Mist Covers Sky—All Laws Cannot Infringe!"

He roared, pouring all his power into that Silver Mist Sea!

The Mist Sea surged, forming a Silver Shield that stood before him!

However—

Useless.

Ye Zhengrong's Finger Spear landed on the Silver Shield—

"Snort—!"

Like a hot knife cutting into butter!

The Silver Shield, which could repel any attack below a Giant Supreme, was pierced in an instant!

The Finger Spear's momentum had not faded, and it struck directly at Wu Qian Yuan's forehead!

"No—!!!"

Wu Qian Yuan let out a desperate howl!

Then—

It halted abruptly.

A tiny red dot appeared on his forehead.

His gaze instantly scattered.

His breath suddenly dissipated.

Then—

"Boom—!!!"

His entire body exploded with a boom!

It turned into countless silver specks, vanishing into the Void!

Together with his Supreme Dao Fruit, his soul, and everything he possessed—

Body and Spirit Annihilation!

One Supreme—

Was slain by Ye Zhengrong's single finger point!

Wu Qian Yuan was an Ordinary Supreme!

And Ye Zhengrong—

Killing a Giant Supreme is a piece of cake!

Killing an Ordinary Supreme is even easier!

……

Seeing their strongest Ancestor instantly slain so easily—

Countless members of the Silver Mist Imperial Clan felt a doom‑like sorrow and despair!

"Ancestor—!!!"

"No—!!!"

"Heaven intends to destroy our Wu Clan..."

Silver Mist Imperial Clan members cried out in grief, their voices full of despair and unwillingness!

Ice Sword Immortal let out a cold snort, the sound like eternal ice:

"Hmph!"

"It is not Heaven that will destroy your Wu Clan!"

"It is your Wu Clan that brings about its own ruin!"

"Rend you, traitor—"

"Death is not worth regretting!"

He waved his hand grandly, and endless Cold Ice Sword Intent fell like a torrential rain!

Countless members of the Silver Mist Imperial Clan, under that sword intent, turned into ice statues!

Then—

They shattered with a boom!

"Kill—!!!"

With the Ice Sword Immortal's roar echoing, what followed for the Silver Mist Imperial Clan was a terrifying, one‑sided slaughter!