Qiu Cang's expression was cold, his voice like a sharp sword cutting through the frigid air, carrying the confidence and disdain of a superior.
He stood proudly, his voice unhurried, yet filled with killing intent.
He had been hunting and killing in this Secret Realm for days, and countless Cultivators had died by his hand.
To him, the Prodigies from lower-tier Daotong and minor Sects were not even worthy opponents; more often, they were just live targets, blood and grindstones for him to hone his Sword Intent.
He was extraordinarily confident and ruthless.
Especially after the changes in this Dragon Vein Secret Realm, where the positions of various forces were disrupted, it created a chaotic yet 'tacit' order.
Among the top-tier Immortal Daotong, most had Legacy exchanges and did not easily engage in conflict, as any clash could easily drag in disputes between their elder Sect members.
Thus, most Prodigies from top-tier Daotong instinctively began to band together for self-preservation, aggressively hunting Cultivators from smaller forces and annexing resources.
In this chaotic battle, they tacitly avoided conflicts with each other, choosing to pick on the weaker targets.
This dark conspiracy became a cold understanding among the top-tier Myriad Heavenly Daotong.
They also conspired privately, planning to say that someone had taken advantage of the chaos to stir up trouble after they left.
In short, as long as the excuse was smooth.
Anyone not from a top-tier Daotong could be hunted and killed.
At that time, their elders would also tacitly unite, and those smaller forces would not dare to challenge them.
Under such an order, Qiu Cang killed without any scruples.
But at this moment.
He truly felt a hint of danger, an instinctive warning from the depths of his being!
The white-robed man before him appeared to be only about twenty years old, with a celestial aura, every movement seemingly casual.
Yet, in the next moment, killing intent poured down like a vast ocean!
Jiang Ye's eyes were deep, his expression indifferent; he did not reply, but simply extended his right hand and pointed a finger.
This finger was soft and silent, like a gentle breeze, seemingly harmless, but in reality, it contained the Opportunity for destruction.
The next instant!
A ray of light, dazzling to the extreme, burst from his fingertip, like divine radiance at dawn, piercing through the sky, as if the Origin of the Great Dao was condensed into a single point, erupting with terrifying power that made one's Divine Soul tremble!
Radiant Divine King Finger!
In an instant, heaven and earth lost their color!
Qiu Cang's face changed dramatically, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a needlepoint, and an unprecedented fear and shock appeared on his face.
He could clearly feel that within that finger, there was the Origin aura of the Great Dao Law.
It was not a simulation, not an imitation, but a true, genuine killing intent evolved from his own Dao.
At this moment, his mind felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, all his arrogance and pride collapsed under this invincible finger!
"This... what kind of Divine Ability is this!? How can it be so terrifying!"
Qiu Cang's expression changed unpredictably; he frantically mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, trying to activate his protective Magic Treasure.
Sword Intent intertwined into a sword curtain to protect him, and he even burned his essence blood to activate the Haotian Sword Sect's secret technique, Haoyang Sword Qi!
However, Jiang Ye's finger descended as if ignoring all Law barriers!
The Sword Qi was like paper, instantly annihilated.
The protective spiritual light, before it could react, collapsed with a bang.
He was firmly locked down, unable to move, his entire being seemed to sink into a swamp, the Great Dao Law flowed in reverse, his Primordial Spirit vibrated, and even his breathing seemed to be frozen!
"Who exactly are you!?"
He roared, his fear mixed with venom.
"Do you know that I am the Sword Son of the Haotian Sword Sect? If you dare to kill me..."
"You will face the wrath of the entire Haotian Sword Sect!!"
His roar had not finished, his voice still echoing in the air, when the light arrived!
"Bang!"
The world seemed to explode, a heaven-piercing pillar of light shot from the Void Realm straight into the sky, engulfing Qiu Cang entirely!
His unfinished threats shattered like a bubble in the wind.
His Physical Body instantly turned to dust, his Primordial Spirit collapsed, without even a trace of struggle, completely dissipating between heaven and earth!
The Void Realm trembled, long and unceasing.
In his original spot, only a storage ring slowly floated down.
"You're exactly who I'm looking for."
"Who told you to be so plump?"
Jiang Ye casually reached out, took the ring, weighed it gently, and a faint smile played on his lips.
The Haotian Sword Sect, a top-tier Immortal Daotong among the Myriad Heavenly Daotong, known as the strongest Sword Sect.
Every generation's Sword Son was an astonishingly talented individual.
But in Jiang Ye's opinion, this generation's Sword Son was not as renowned as those of the past, practically like a local ruffian.
Fairly speaking, the opponent's strength was not weak.
But compared to the reputation of previous Sword Sons, he indeed did not live up to the title.
He had the name but lacked the substance, his Heart-Nature was shallow, his Battle Intent insufficient, his killing intent had not reached its Origin, and his Divine Sense was restless; how could he be a true Legacy of a Sword Sect?
Jiang Ye did not understand the Dao of the sword, but he understood the Dao of killing, and the Dao of life and death.
A true swordsman would never retreat, even in death, and would rather break than bend.
This generation's Sword Son, not only was his cultivation slightly inferior, but even his most crucial Sword Heart was restless and wavering, not firm enough; facing true life-and-death killing intent, he actually panicked and shouted for his life, which was a complete failure.
"Below a Saint, all are ants."
"Above a Saint, I have Imperial Weapons."
This was Jiang Ye's self-assessment.
In these past few days, he had traversed many areas of the Secret Realm, constantly changing his identity, each appearance seemingly that of a different person.
He wore a face-changing secret technique personally taught by Su Hongye, enough to deceive most Divine Sense probes; even below a Great Saint, it would be difficult to glimpse his true face.
His targets were all those strong Cultivators who liked to roam alone.
These people were like him, seemingly solitary, but in reality, they were extremely ferocious, fond of fishing in troubled waters and killing others for gain.
As the saying goes, a master's body is full of treasures.
Meaning, big fish eat small fish, and these big fish have a lot of fat.
And these big fish were Jiang Ye's hunting targets.
Thus, Jiang Ye's private treasury continuously swelled.
Anyway, no one recognized who he was.
Su Hongye's transmitted face-changing secret technique was indeed extraordinary; it not only concealed his appearance but could also completely disguise his aura and Divine Soul fluctuations.
After leaving the Secret Realm, he would simply be Su Yun, a direct descendant of the Su Family of Chu Yun.
No matter what happened in the Secret Realm, who could trace it back to him?
Jiang Ye finished cleanly, leaving no traces, then turned and broke through the Void Realm to leave.
The next moment, he had changed his face, his aura completely altered, and disappeared into the vast spiritual mist.
"Time to find the next sucker."
He murmured, a faint smile on his lips, his figure vanishing into the Void Realm, drifting away like a ghost... Deep within the Secret Realm, spiritual mist swirled, and the world was silent as if asleep.
An ancient bluestone lay quietly on the cliff, its surface mottled with moss, as if it had witnessed the passage of the river of time.
Ye Qingyun sat cross-legged, his expression calm and indifferent, as if all the killing and contention in the world had nothing to do with him.
He closed his eyes to rest, his Divine Sense sinking into the surrounding heaven and earth, only feeling the ebb and flow of the Great Dao's aura, strands of invisible, profound rhythms flowing out, merging into his Sea of Consciousness, turning into specks of starlight, stirring ripples in his Divine Soul Sea.
At this moment, Ye Qingyun's body and mind were in a rare state of clarity.
"This Dragon Vein Secret Realm is indeed a place of heaven and earth's creation."
He whispered, his voice soft but clear as a spring.
"The Qi of the Great Dao is so rich; it is an excellent Opportunity for me to comprehend my own Dao. If I can comprehend a complete Dao Vein here, it will surpass countless external treasures!"
