Chapter 358

Chapter 358: A Single Warrior Rivaling a Million Soldiers

"Ye Li?"

Ji Hanshan returned from a million miles away, reporting the matter concerning Ye Xu to the Immortal Kings of the various ancient divine clans. Everyone’s expressions were full of astonishment.

"I’ve never heard of this person?" The Ancestor of the Ji Clan frowned.

"This man’s tone is truly colossal."

The Ancestor of the Ji Clan scoffed coldly. "With just one man’s strength, he wants to resist us? It’s sheer overestimation of his own abilities."

"That’s not quite accurate."

Meng Huangliang, also present among them, furrowed his brow slightly upon hearing the name Ye Li. "This Ye Li once appeared in the Everlasting City of Desolation alongside the Formless Demon Lord, Gu Daojin, and Su Mu from Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."

"A few days ago, he came to visit me. We had a discussion. From my perspective, there’s a ninety-percent chance he’s from Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."

"How is Heaven’s Secret Pavilion involved?"

Ancestor Tian Wu’s expression stiffened. He wasn’t afraid of a mere Immortal King.

But if he truly was from Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, they would need to carefully weigh the consequences.

It was common knowledge that Heaven’s Secret Pavilion had become an entity towering above all others.

None in the vast world could match it.

The Ancestors of the Ji Clan, the Ji Clan, and the three Immortal King ancestors of the ancient divine clans also felt a chill in their hearts.

"Hmph!" The Ancestor of the Ji Clan snorted coldly. "Heaven’s Secret Pavilion has long had a rule not to interfere in worldly disputes. If this Ye Li really is from Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, what explanation is there for him opposing us?"

"Could it be you want to go to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion to demand an explanation?" The Ancestor of the Ji Clan mocked with a scornful laugh.

"…"

Deep in the eyes of the Ancestor of the Ji Clan flashed a trace of fear. The fate of the Bi Fang Ancestor was still vivid in his memory. He was just venting frustration; how would he dare actually go to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion to demand an explanation?

"What should we do now?"

They were all frantic with anxiety, unwilling to give up this juicy prize.

"Brother Huangliang, you don’t need to show yourself," the Ancestor of the Ji Clan suggested, his eyes shifting shrewdly. "As long as you remain absent, it signifies we are unaware of Ye Li’s true identity."

"Moreover, we won’t kill him. Later, even if the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion blames us, he probably won’t make things too difficult."

Meng Huangliang chuckled. "The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion knows everything. Do you think your little scheme can fool him?"

"No matter."

The Ancestor of the Ji Clan chimed in. "We’ll just have a mutual understanding."

"I don’t care either way." Meng Huangliang gave a faint smile. He had no interest in the benefits of Tian Jiao Divine City; he had only symbolically involved himself because the ancient divine clans stood together. He was more than happy to avoid wading into troubled waters.

"It’s decided then," Ancestor Tian Wu laughed heartily.

"Dear friends, when the time comes, be gentle. Don’t take his life, don’t seriously wound him. Give him a way to back down."

"We understand."

Everyone nodded.

Meng Huangliang was caught between laughter and tears. "Ye Li’s" cultivation was only at the early stage of the Immortal King realm, yet he belonged to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion and shared the surname Ye, indicating a likely close connection to its master.

Among the Immortal Kings of the ancient divine clans, even the strongest only reached the late Immortal King stage.

Whether several of them combined could subdue "Ye Li" remained uncertain.

But Meng Huangliang couldn’t be bothered to enlighten them. Taking his leave, he led the members of the Da Meng Clan back home.

"Advance on Tian Jiao Divine City!"

At the command of the Ancestor of the Ji Clan, the cultivators from the Six Divine Clans marched towards Tian Jiao Divine City.

Half a day later, their army was at the city gates.

"Senior, they are attacking," the ancestor of the Tian Jiao Divine Clan said anxiously.

The Six Divine Clans’ forces were vast, likely numbering a million, like heavenly soldiers imposingly standing on warships and starships. An aura of chilling slaughter pierced the heavens, and the killing intent surged mightily.

"They truly dared to come?" Ye Xu’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Greed really clouds judgment."

He retracted his aura.

Throughout the world, wisps of golden light invisible to the naked eye gathered from all corners of Tian Jiao Divine City and flowed into Ye Xu’s body, causing his Immortal Golden Body to undergo an extremely slow transformation.

This was the power of merit.

Saving the people of the Azure Realm and safeguarding one region’s peace had earned him a significant measure of merit.

Once Tian Jiao Divine City was entirely secure, an endless stream of power of merit would continue to converge.

"Come with me to meet them."

Ye Xu flew out of Tian Jiao Divine City and saw the armies of the Six Divine Clans deployed across the void. The Six Immortal Kings stood in front, imposing and fierce.

"Are you Ye Li?"

The Ancestor of the Ji Clan fixed his gaze on Ye Xu and asked.

Ye Xu cast him a light glance, too lazy to respond.

"Truly arrogant," Ancestor Tian Wu sneered coldly. "With your meager early-stage Immortal King cultivation, you dare oppose us? Just where does this confidence come from?"

"My confidence? Don’t you all know?" Ye Xu’s voice held a trace of mocking amusement.

By giving Ji Hanshan his name and asking him to deliver the message, his intention had been for Meng Huangliang to reveal his identity.

Now,

While the Six Immortal Kings assembled here, Meng Huangliang was notably absent—clearly implying hidden secrets.

Hearing this, the six showed a flicker of unease, however slight.

Yet, being old foxes who had lived for tens of millions of years, they wouldn’t reveal any chinks in their armor before Ye Xu.

The ancestor of the Tian Jiao Divine Clan was deeply worried.

With Six Immortal Kings descending, how could Ye Xu withstand them alone?

"Senior, if the situation proves untenable, please save yourself and leave swiftly," the ancestor of the Tian Jiao Divine Clan sent a psychic message.

"I’m aware."

Ye Xu replied lightly.

"Attack!"

The Ancestor of the Ji Clan disdained further delay. With a sweep of his sleeve, he grasped a golden battle spear that resembled a golden divine dragon. It shattered the void as he unleashed the indestructible Great Dao of Dao Gold. Golden light interwove across heaven and earth, like thousands of troops charging forth.

"Let’s hold back for now," the Ancestor of the Ji Clan chuckled. "Brother Ji has late-stage Immortal King cultivation. He should be able to handle him alone. We’ll observe and adjust."

Boom!

The Ancestor of the Ji Clan charged. Across all corners of the heavens, countless replicas of him suddenly materialized—tens of thousands of clones instantly engulfing Ye Xu. The power of the Great Dao, dragon-like, crushed everything.

"Immortal Golden Body!"

Ye Xu’s battle spirit surged. Throughout his long cultivation, he had never experienced true combat.

Today, he finally achieved his wish.

He activated his profound art. His body gleamed with a golden light, turning as if forged from solid gold. Mysterious symbols of merit encircled his form, completely unaffected by the Ancestor of the Ji Clan’s Great Dao of Dao Gold.

Wham!

Ye Xu punched towards the Ancestor of the Ji Clan. Empowered by merit power, his fist shattered ten thousand techniques, obliterating countless clones before striking the golden battle spear. His physical divine power exploded, erasing the Great Dao Symbols.

The Ancestor of the Ji Clan shuddered violently, sent flying backward by the single blow.

"How is this possible?"

The Ancestor of the Ji Clan couldn’t believe it. His cultivation surpassed Ye Xu by two entire realms, yet Ye Xu’s strength fully matched his own.

"Truly worthy of one from Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. Impressive." The Ancestor of the Ji Clan couldn’t help but acknowledge.

"That power is too strange."

He frowned deeply. That merit power could erase his Great Dao Symbols—a truly terrifying capability.

It must be noted: an Immortal King had reached the level of indestructible Dao. Yet Ye Xu could annihilate the Great Dao itself, proving Ye Xu possessed the means to kill him.

This was a horrifying conclusion.

"Old Ghost Ji seems to be losing," Ancestor Tian Wu solemnly stated.

"That youngster is problematic."

The Ancestor of the Ji Clan’s gaze was sharp and penetrating, discerning a clue.

"It seems he wields a power that erases the Great Dao. Even though we’ve attained the indestructible Dao realm, our Great Dao can still be erased by him."

"Impossible, right?"

One Immortal King Ancestor exclaimed, stunned.

"Exercise caution."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As they spoke, Ye Xu and the Ancestor of the Ji Clan clashed repeatedly. Ye Xu cultivated the Great Dao of Creation, his divine abilities ever-changing and unconventional, his magic power immensely vast.

From start to finish, he completely suppressed the Ancestor of the Ji Clan.

"So exhilarating!"

Ye Xu’s heart raced. Fighting in the world of cultivation felt utterly marvelous.

Especially at his level, every move held infinite variation.

"Old Ghost Ji, if you can’t endure, just speak up!" The Ancestor of the Ji Clan laughed heartily.

The Ancestor of the Ji Clan remained silent, shifting from offense to defense.

Half an hour later.

Accompanied by a streak of golden light descending from the sky, Ye Xu’s sword ruptured the Ancestor of the Ji Clan’s divine ability. Like a meteorite, the Ancestor of the Ji Clan plummeted, blasting an abyss into the earth.

The Ancestor of the Tian Jiao Divine Clan and the five true immortals gazed at Ye Xu’s silhouette with reverence.

That figure in cyan robes, standing sword-in-hand beneath the firmament, possessed unparalleled grace!

"One man at the pass holds off ten thousand!"

"This truly is one man worth a million soldiers!"

Countless hearts surged with emotion. Looking at Ye Xu, their eyes brimmed with profound respect.

Within the Tian Jiao Divine Palace, Xixi’s eyes sparkled as she looked into the distance at Ye Xu.

Ye Xu stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze settled on the five Immortal King Ancestors as a harmless smile touched his lips. He crooked a finger.

"Dear friends, don’t just stand there. Come on."

The five Immortal Kings’ lips twitched.

Could someone from Heaven’s Secret Pavilion truly be this monstrous?