"This is..."
Feeling the power gathering beneath his feet, Ye Ming's expression tightened. In this energy, he sensed a hint of madness.
"To actually… self-detonate his true essence! A ruthless individual!" Ye Ming understood the intention of the person hidden underground.
"Hahaha! Brat! You'll accompany me to the grave!"
As the ancient voice echoed again, a radius of a thousand meters around Ye Ming was enveloped in a furious aura of destruction.
This was the accumulated energy of a Martial Emperor.
"Die!"
*Boom!*
As the words fell, an earth-shattering wave of sound instantly exploded in the inner circle, accompanied by a colossal mushroom cloud soaring into the sky. The flat ground where Ye Ming had been was instantly reduced to ruins.
Sand filled the air, and碎石 (suìshí - broken stones) flew everywhere.
"Ah!"
"No!"
"..."
Apart from You Chuan, not a single disciple of the Undead Valley escaped; all became souls lost in this feast of destruction.
They! Didn't even know what was happening as they met their end?
And all of this was orchestrated by You Chuan alone.
To preserve his own life, he was willing to sacrifice all the disciples of the Undead Valley, ensuring that Ye Ming saw no sign of his deception.
...
Dragon Phoenix Pavilion's encampment.
Xi Yao looked towards the epicenter of the explosion, also shocked by the lingering destructive aftermath in the air: "The self-detonation of a Martial Emperor is truly terrifying!"
To her right, Jiang Gu looked at the giant pit, which seemed to have been purified, with no trace of life detected within. He sighed, "To bear the brunt of this explosive force at such close range, that young man is likely to..."
He didn't finish his sentence and then turned his gaze to the ethereal figure to Xi Yao's left.
But when he saw Du Yuemian's expression, he was somewhat surprised.
In his opinion, if that young man had perished, she should have displayed a deeply sorrowful demeanor.
However, on Du Yuemian's face at the moment, there was almost no emotional fluctuation; she was unusually calm.
"This..."
Jiang Gu didn't notice that not only Du Yuemian, but even Xi Yao, merely marveled at the power of a Martial Emperor's self-detonation and paid no mind to the young man's survival.
"Senior Sister! That young man..."
Jiang Gu was filled with questions and didn't know how to broach the subject.
"I know what you want to ask, but some things are not suitable for you to know at this moment!" Xi Yao looked up at the sky and said solemnly, "The time has come, we can prepare!"
Then she looked at Du Yuemian beside her and smiled, "Yuemian! Are you interested in the opportunities that will descend?"
"Of course!"
Du Yuemian's beautiful eyes ignited with fighting spirit, and she clenched her fists, saying, "Sister Yao! I've long wanted to spar with the prodigies of the ancient martial world!"
"Oh!"
Xi Yao looked at Du Yuemian with great interest, a smile playing at the corners of her eyes, and said,
"It seems that after today, the ancient martial world will have another fairy, Yuemian."
...
Mount Forget Worry's encampment.
"Senior Sister Wu Le! Did that young man really die like that?" asked a junior sister from Mount Forget Worry.
"Don't know! And it's not important!"
Hua Wu Le didn't seem too concerned about the young man's life or death, her tone was indifferent, "Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with us. On the contrary..."
She looked at the subtly changing sky and said, "If he's dead, then the opportunities here will have one less powerful competitor!"
Then, she ordered, "Assemble all disciples of Mount Forget Worry, the opportunities are about to descend!"
"Yes!"
...
Unrivaled Island's encampment.
"Young Island Master, do you care about the life and death of that young man?" asked Elder Lu, who had always followed Fu Zhantian, from beside him.
"I do care a bit!"
Fu Zhantian nodded, hands behind his back, and said, "However… it's not a big deal!"
His opinion was surprisingly similar to Hua Wu Le's.
"Elder Lu! The opportunities are opening! You can give the order now!"
"Yes!"
After the elder withdrew, Fu Zhantian looked at the sky, a subtle glint flashing in his eyes, and muttered to himself, "Dad! I think I've seen the kind of people you talked about!"
...
"Damn it! I never expected my Undead Valley to be annihilated before even waiting for the opportunities to descend!" You Chuan ran wildly, looking disheveled.
Traces of blood could still be seen on his face.
It seemed he hadn't completely evaded the energy scattered from the explosion in the end.
"It's all the fault of that damned bastard!"
Thinking of that young man, his gaze instantly turned extremely sinister, his face gradually contorting, and he said, "When I return to the Undead Valley, I will find everyone related to you and spare none of them. I will then refine them into corpse puppets, to be slaves of You Chuan for eternity."
As he spoke, and perhaps as a thought crossed his mind, a sinister smile curved his lips, "Oh, right! And that woman! When I capture her, I will…"
"You will what?"
Just as You Chuan was lost in his own fantasy, a voice that seemed to come from hell suddenly sounded in his ear.
"Who… who?"
Hearing this voice, he fell to his knees. His pupils contracted to pinpricks, revealing disbelief.
Because this voice… seemed somewhat familiar.
"Tell me! What will you do after you capture her?"
Just as You Chuan tried his best to dismiss the possibility he didn't want to face, a blurry figure gradually materialized before his eyes.
When he finally saw the person's face clearly, he was utterly stunned.
It was Ye Ming!
"You… you're not dead! No… impossible!"
You Chuan looked as if he had seen a ghost, retreating on the ground and shouting frantically, "You couldn't have survived the self-detonation of a Martial Emperor! Impossible!"
He refused to accept, and dared not accept this reality.
At this moment, his psychological defenses had completely collapsed. On the ground, yellow liquid could even be seen.
"Holy cow! He's already peed himself!"
Smelling the pungent odor filling the air, Ye Ming was startled and quickly put some distance between himself and the other party.
"No… you can't kill me! My father is a Martial God, you… Ah!"
Seeing the yellow liquid on the ground increasing, Ye Ming could no longer stand it. With a flick of his finger, a white streak of light shot through the air, piercing You Chuan's heart.
And his voice abruptly cut off at that moment.
"Sigh! Wasted a lot of my time!"
Ye Ming glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground, then withdrew his gaze.
"Hmm?"
At this moment, as if sensing something, he looked towards the sky above.
"This is…"
Ye Ming extended his palm, gathering the myriad energies in the air. After a moment, a white energy sphere formed.
Analyzing the energy sphere in his hand, Ye Ming's thoughts soared, as if sensing something?
*Bang!*
Several minutes later, Ye Ming clenched his palm, and the energy sphere dissipated.
"Are you guys… testing something?"