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    Translator:  Ashish

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    “No… impossible…”

     

    Even now, the Elder found it hard to believe.

     

    Having been flung backward and crashing into a mountaintop thousands of meters away, he lay embedded in the mountain, his pupils constricted to pinpoints.

     

    What had he just witnessed? The Secret Realm—those terrifying Disciples who seemed like Gods and Demons—had been utterly powerless against this man.

     

    With just one move… Just one move, all thirteen figures, including himself, were sent flying.

     

    For a moment, the entrance to the Secret Realm stood in eerie silence. Only eight figures clad in snow-white robes, slender and serene, remained standing motionless.

     

    “How is this possible?” Once again doubting his own perceptions, the disheveled Elder crawled out from the mountain and fixed his gaze firmly on the figure at the Secret Realm’s entrance.

     

    “Who are you? Who… exactly are you!?” With a roar, the Elder clenched his fists tightly.

     

    He had already realized what kind of terrifying existence he was facing.

     

    A Tier-6 Ancient Overlord, a peerless figure who currently stood at the apex of the entire universe.

     

    In the entirety of the Heavenly Court, there were only two such entities.

     

    However, those two had been in seclusion for countless years and had not appeared before the world in ages.

     

    And yet now…

     

    They had encountered another Ancient Overlord.

     

    A bitter smile crept onto the face of the Elder holding a horse tail whisk. He knew now that trouble had arrived.

     

    “You dare strike at my subordinates without even knowing who I am?” The ethereal voice echoed within the Secret Realm.

     

    As it faded, the eight tall figures began to move, slowly merging into one, transforming into…

     

    As soon as this single figure appeared—

     

    *Roooooar…* A sudden Dragon Roar shook the Heavens.

     

    Following the sound, everyone saw a Purple Dragon, several meters long, coiling beneath the feet of the snow-white-robed figure.

     

    The Dragon spiraled upward, climbing higher and higher.

     

    Its presence exuded an indescribable majesty that grew exponentially.

     

    In just moments, it became so overwhelming that it left everyone breathless.

     

    *Gulp…* The figure with three heads and six arms gulped hard, standing frozen on his spot. His face was stiff, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

     

    “An… Ancient… Overlord…” Seemingly in disbelief, the three-headed, six-armed figure found his Divine Manifestation faltering. Two of his heads began to blur and fade.

     

    The Three Heads and Six Arms was a renowned Divine Ability.

     

    Although not a Grand Divine Ability, it was considered top-tier among Minor Divine Abilities. Moreover, this ability excelled in offense and destruction.

     

    To master it, one had to possess strength far beyond the ordinary. Those who succeeded were true prodigies, proud sons and daughters of Heaven, gifted with amazing talent.

     

    Naturally, the forces capable of cultivating such a Divine Ability were terrifying.

     

    At present, neither the Demonic Court nor the Demons and Fiends Society could produce such a formidable Minor Divine Ability.

     

     

    At this moment, as though recalling something, a figure nearby with a sword scar at the center of his brow shook his head and let out a bitter laugh, stating, “I’ve said it before—the Demons and Fiends Society has an Ancient Overlord backing it, but none of you believed me.”

     

    The corners of everyone’s eyes twitched, and the faces of all the strong experts in the Secret Realm became stiff.

     

    Previously, Er Lang had mentioned witnessing a Purple Dragon claw lifting half a continent. However, how could they possibly believe such a tale? After all, accomplishing such a fear would be immensely difficult even for an Ancient Overlord

     

    Of course, this did not apply to Yu Zi Yu. His strength had long surpassed the scope of an ordinary Ancient Overlord.

     

    In fact, he was multiple levels above, standing at the pinnacle even among Ancient Overlords.

     

    Even the Ancient Overlords were not exempt from the disparity in strength. Among them, Yu Zi Yu stood unchallenged at the apex, rightfully earning the title of Supreme Overlord.

     

     

    At this moment, the Elder with the horsetail whisk exhaled deeply, patted the dust off his robes, and looked toward Yu Zi Yu before speaking, “Do you know who we are?”

     

    “Who?” With a cold laugh, Yu Zi Yu countered with a question of his own, “And do you know how long I’ve been searching for you?”

     

    “…” The Elder’s heart sank, his expression growing darker than the deepest shadows. [It seems we have run into grave trouble.]

     

    Realizing this, the Elder instinctively activated a Heavenly Court Secret Technique.

     

    However, as if perceiving the Elder’s actions, Yu Zi Yu sneered again, “Don’t bother. I’ve sealed the entire Secret Realm. Not only can you not call for reinforcements, but you can’t even send a single message.”

     

    As he spoke, Yu Zi Yu flicked his longsword.

     

    *Squilish…* A figure that had suddenly appeared behind Yu Zi Yu was instantly cleaved in two, blood splattering everywhere.

     

    “Do you really think so little of my senses?” Amidst his faintly mocking tone, Yu Zi Yu pulled out a white handkerchief and began wiping his longsword leisurely.

     

    Though his Tier-7 Demonic Sword —Lifebane was a flawless weapon that would not be stained by dust or blood, Yu Zi Yu still preferred to clean it himself.

     

    In this moment, Yu Zi Yu exuded an air of terror, one that was suffocating.

     

    Clad in snow-white robes,

     

    Holding a longsword,

     

    His expression calm,

     

    His movements deliberate…

     

    This very figure had just slain a Tier-5 True God as effortlessly as crushing an Ant.

     

    At this moment, not only were the other powerhouses of the Secret Realm trembling, but even the Elder with the whisk felt a cold bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.

     

    [If not a Supreme Overlord, then a Unparalleled Tyrant…] That was the evaluation the Elder gave Yu Zi Yu in his heart.

     

    Raising his head once more, the Elder took the initiative to ask, “May I ask why you sought us out?”

     

    “Why, you ask?” With a light laugh, Yu Zi Yu replied nonchalantly, “Naturally, it’s to…”

     

    Pausing for a moment, Yu Zi Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly.

     

    Then, in an instant, his sword flashed once more, a silvery streak slicing through the air.

     

    “No…” A pitiful cry echoed, and a Tier-5 True God wielding a spear was obliterated in an instant.

     

    For Yu Zi Yu, a Tier-5 was barely stronger than an Ant.

     

    After slaying yet another, Yu Zi Yu turned his gaze toward the Elder, whose face had drastically changed, and stated plainly, “Naturally, I’m here to kill.”

     

    Yes, Yu Zi Yu was indeed here to kill.

     

    Yu Zi Yu was a tyrant. If someone hurt one of his people, he would repay them tenfold.

     

    Now, with White Tiger and Tundra severely injured, he had taken the lives of two Tier-5 True Gods as a compensation.

     

    Of course, he spared the others for now, thinking their lives might hold some value—they might possess information on the Grand Divine Ability—One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones. Otherwise, Yu Zi Yu would have slaughtered them all upon arrival.

     

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