Chapter 81: Let

Within the circular valley, the air seemed to have solidified into substance.

At the center, that ever‑shifting Chaos Light Orb, enacting the birth and death of the universe and the Path Origin, radiated an irresistible lethal attraction.

This opportunity made every top Heavenly Pride that rushed here breathe sharply, their gazes burning so hot they seemed about to spew fire!

This is far from an ordinary opportunity!

The Primordial wave it emitted far exceeds the so‑called divine pills and ancient treasures of the outside world, as if pointing straight to the core of Tiandao, containing the supreme chance to transform one's very being and even glimpse Tiandao's mysteries!

To obtain even one, it would likely be an inconceivable peerless destiny!

Ye Xingchen, Duan Xingming, and Dao Xuan Yu stood in a triangular formation; although all their gazes were fixed on the light orb, the qi between them had already interlocked, full of vigilance and rivalry.

After a brief silence, Ye Xingchen spoke first; his voice was even, yet carried an air of innate superiority, his gaze sweeping over every Heavenly Pride except Duan Xingming and Dao Xuan Yu, including the Heavenly Mechanism Holy Maiden, the Yin‑Yang Holy Son and Holy Maiden, and the Sword Son of the Ten Thousand Sword Emperor Palace.

"The opportunity is good, but there are too many small fry; it's inevitably noisy."

His tone bore no trace of emotional fluctuation, as if stating a fact.

"How about… cleaning up the field first? So that some clueless ants don't dirty this place."

Dao Xuan Yu's eyes flickered slightly, his hand‑held dust‑sweeper swayed lightly, and in a calm tone he said, "Exactly that intention."

Duan Xingming's expression remained calm, a faint flow of imperial‑path Dragon qi circulating around him, and he replied succinctly, "Fine."

In just a few words, the representatives of the three dominant powers had already regarded every other Heavenly Pride in the arena as "small fry" that could be swept away at will!

Rage!

Boundless, endless rage!

As if they were the true masters of this place, and everyone else merely flies that strayed in by mistake!

"You… have gone too far!"

Jianzi Ling Wushuang of the Ten Thousand Sword Emperor Palace could not hold back; the ancient sword in his grasp emitted an angry hum, and sword qi surged skyward!

He is a sword‑path prodigy, proud and haughty; how could he ever have endured such humiliation?

The Heavenly Mechanism Holy Maiden was surrounded by a hazy starlight, her tone ethereal yet cold:

"Young Master Ye, Dao Gongzi, the Nineteenth Prince, you are being far too overbearing. This opportunity belongs to anyone who sees it; each may claim it by merit alone, so why speak hurtfully?"

Yin‑Yang Sect Holy Son Yang Shuo and Holy Maiden Yue Chan's essences intertwined, the Yin Yang Dual Qi forming a Taiji diagram to shield their bodies, and in a deep voice he said, "Want to clear the field? I fear you don't have such fine teeth!"

Everyone who managed to reach this place is a peerless Heavenly Pride cultivated by their own forces, their spirit and qi soaring; even if the opponent is a dominant power, expecting them to retreat without a fight is utterly impossible!

Yet, faced with the crowd's anger and accusations, Ye Xingchen's face showed not the slightest ripple; instead a faint, mocking smile appeared, as if watching ants hop about.

He lightly lifted his eyelid, his gaze slicing through the crowd like a heavenly blade, his tone laced with extreme contempt and impatience:

"Let's go together."

"I'm short on time."

Boom!

Those words rang like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears!

Together?!

He, Ye Xingchen, actually intends to take on all of them alone?!

After a brief Dead Silence, a volcanic fury erupted!

"Ye Xingchen! How dare you speak such reckless words! Did you really think we'd be scared of you?! Do you think you are Ye Xuanji?!"

Ling Wushuang's complexion turned iron‑blue, his sword pointed at Ye Xingchen, and he shouted fiercely.

"Audacious! Utterly arrogant!" Yin‑Yang Sect Holy Son Yang Shuo's hair stood on end in fury.

"Utterly nonsensical!" The Heavenly Mechanism Holy Maiden's eyes also grew cold.

Yet, the instant those three words, "Ye Xuanji," left Ling Wushuang's mouth—

Ye Xingchen's mocking smile vanished without a trace!

In its place was a sudden, bone‑chilling, soul‑freezing murderous intent!

His gaze, in that instant, became terrifyingly extreme, like two blood‑red cold stars igniting at once!

"You bunch of country chickens and broken‑glass dogs, stinky fish and rotten shrimp…"

Ye Xingchen's voice turned sharply icy, each word squeezing out of his teeth with a heart‑pounding rage.

"How dare you even address the Great Young Master Xuanji by name?!"

"Ignorant, laughable ants! Kneel and apologize for me!"

The moment the final "sin" fell, Ye Xingchen moved!