Chapter 1552: Massacre

Rumbles...Coldbud Peak trembled, and so did the hearts of all present. A chaotic storm raged through every corner, utterly annihilating the Dark Sword Might of the Fallen Sun Sword Master and the World-Overthrowing Pressure of Ancestor Ming Peng. Between heaven and earth, it was as if an ancient devil god had suddenly awakened, making everything else feel as insignificant as dust.

"This... this is..." Ming Xiao's face was ashen, his voice trembling. Unlike before, this was a fear and dread that seized the very depths of his soul, a feeling he could not control.

The Fallen Sun Sword Master's pupils dilated to their maximum, and even his clenched hands trembled violently. Staring at Yun Che, for the first time in his life, he simply could not believe his eyes or his perception. The sudden surge of profound energy in that instant had nearly crushed his Divine King body!

"You..." The Fallen Sun Sword Master stammered, trembling. He thought of something, the only possibility his lifelong knowledge could conceive: "Forbidden... art!"

Yun Che's lips curled into a slight grin. He extended his arm, and as the Fallen Sun Sword Master's pupils abruptly constricted, he slowly stretched out a finger towards him... then lightly flicked it.

Space instantly distorted, radiating from Yun Che's finger to the Fallen Sun Sword Master's front. Under extreme shock, the Fallen Sun Sword Master's reaction was a tenth of a second too slow. In great alarm, his Fallen Sun Sword instinctively swiveled horizontally, and his momentarily quiescent profound energy and sword intent violently erupted before him.

Bang!!With a muffled thud, the shock caused the Fallen Sun Sword Master's vision to black out. His body instantly recoiled dozens of meters, and his sword-wielding right arm went numb and trembled...

In his again constricted pupils, he saw Yun Che's terrifying face, marked with a sinister grin. He clearly saw that it had merely been the force of Yun Che's flicked finger!

At this moment, the sky darkened, and Ancestor Ming Peng, whose lifespan spanned tens of thousands of years, clearly had his aura disrupted. He let out a long howl, and a hundred-mile hurricane swept across the sky. This time, the storm's roar was even more furious, contracting sharply as it descended, instantly transforming into a dark wind blade, similar to the previous one, but distinctly more terrifying.

Slash!The dark wind blade tore through space, sweeping directly towards Yun Che's back.

Yun Che still faced the Fallen Sun Sword Master, not turning around, as if he hadn't noticed the approaching dark wind blade. In an instant, the dark wind blade was already upon him, with no possibility of evasion. Ancestor Ming Peng was ecstatic at the sight. Usually as calm as old timber, he now let out a somewhat savage howl: "Die!"

Wherever the dark wind blade went, space was shattered into countless fragments, layer by layer. But at that moment, Yun Che's arm suddenly moved backward, and he actually reached out with his palm to directly grasp the dark wind blade that had just nearly fractured the very sky.

CRACK!!As his palm touched the dark wind blade, it did not pierce through, nor did any power erupt. Instead, it was instantly immobilized in Yun Che's hand. Like a dark serpent seized by its vital spot, it frantically twisted and struggled within Yun Che's five fingers, emitting piercing wails, yet it could not break free.

The Fallen Sun True One, who had intended to seize the opportunity to stab Yun Che with his sword, stared at this scene, utterly stunned, his entire body frozen in terror.

Yun Che's five fingers sharply tightened.With a soft pop, the dark wind blade—condensed from a hundred-mile storm and originating from Ancestor Ming Peng—instantly shattered between Yun Che's clenched fingers, turning into fragmented, dark smoke.

"Ah... ah..." Ming Xiao's body collapsed to the ground. The Ming Peng Clan Chief, usually so formidable, was now utterly terrified, his body and soul on the verge of shattering.

Yun Che's figure flickered, completely vanishing from his spot. The next instant, he appeared like a ghost above Ancestor Ming Peng, his right arm, wreathed in crimson-black profound energy, plummeting downwards.

BOOM!!With just one strike, Ancestor Ming Peng's seven orifices spurted blood. Yun Che's body spun again, landing beside his left wing. Both hands simultaneously reached out, and a black light instantly pierced through Ancestor Ming Peng's left wing.

This was undoubtedly the most terrifying tearing sound anyone present had ever heard. In that moment, everyone felt as if their own hearts were being savagely ripped apart. The most terrifying tearing sound they had ever heard was accompanied by the most terrifying sight they had ever witnessed. Ancestor Ming Peng's massive fifty-mile-long wing was savagely torn from his body by Yun Che... with both hands!

The shriek in that instant was so horrific it defied description. The crimson blood, pouring down from the sky, created a vast shower of blood beneath Coldbud Peak.

But this was not the end. Yun Che's figure spun again, directly stepping onto the right wing. Those somewhat pale hands—which to Ancestor Ming Peng were nothing short of hands from hell—ruthlessly tore off its massive right wing under a sudden flash of black light.

For the Ming Peng clan, those colossal wings were a symbol, and more, life itself. Losing both wings not only destroyed his physical form but utterly crushed all his will and belief. Ancestor Ming Peng, who had hidden for many years and was truly the supreme existence of the Eastern Region, let out a wretched howl that echoed for thousands of miles, a cry of indescribable pain and despair.

BOOM!!!!With the final punch, Yun Che casually struck its mangled body. Under this strike, Ancestor Ming Peng, with his will completely shattered, offered no resistance or struggle, allowing the violent dark profound energy to surge into his body, perforating his mangled remains. For him now, death was the best release.

Whoosh—His wings were still falling, dripping blood, and Ancestor Ming Peng's body had been torn into thousands of holes. Blood rain, mingling with more blood rain, poured down frantically, and a sickening stench of gore quickly permeated the entire Coldbud Mountain Range.Ancestor Ming Peng... was dead!Even in death, he didn't know who Yun Che was, or why he was so vicious and ruthless.

Yun Che stomped his foot.With an explosive "boom," the space where the Fallen Sun Sword Master stood instantly turned into black dust. The foremost figure, who had awed the Eastern Region for a thousand years and was looked up to by countless profound practitioners, was thus easily and utterly crushed. The Fallen Sun Sword shattered, and no trace of his body remained!

Yun Che had said it: they had only one chance; if they did not submit, they would die.

Whoosh... whoosh...The airflow in the Coldbud Mountain Range was utterly chaotic, as storms of all sizes swept through in disarray. The increasingly pungent smell of blood made even profound practitioners accustomed to death shudder uncontrollably, their chests churning.

Dongfang Hanwei, expending all her willpower, barely managed not to faint, but her face was so pale that not a trace of color remained. Though young, as the Eastern Cold Princess, she had witnessed death many times. Yet, she had never seen such cruel death... He could have easily killed them, but instead tore off their wings, then destroyed their bodies, letting blood rain down on the mountain. Even after death, he obliterated their corpses, leaving not a single bone fragment.What kind of person was he, truly? Was he a devil who enjoyed such cruel brutality?!

The crushing of two Level Ten Divine Kings by a single person should have been world-shattering, shaking the heavens with its impact. Yet, pervading Coldbud Mountain Range and reflected on everyone's faces was only fear and dread. The deaths of Ancestor Ming Peng and the Fallen Sun Sword Master were not merely their nightmares, but the nightmares of everyone present who witnessed everything. At this moment, they all vaguely saw an incredibly chilling and terrifying shadow, dark and oppressive, covering the sky above the Eastern Region.

At the peak of Coldbud Peak, now stained crimson with blood, Yun Che slowly turned. The moment his gaze swept over them, the eight Sect Masters and Grand Elders all trembled as if their souls had been pierced by poisoned blades.

Thud!Ming Xiao abruptly knelt, hitting the ground with such force that his knees nearly shattered. His head slammed heavily onto the ground, his entire upper body pressed flat against the earth covered in his ancestor's blood: "The Ming Peng Clan swears to follow the Venerable One unto death! From today forward, the Venerable One's command shall be the divine decree of my Ming Peng Clan!" His posture was beyond humble; he willingly cast his dignity at Yun Che's feet in front of everyone. His voice trembled slightly, yet every word resonated, fearing Yun Che wouldn't hear him clearly.

A jackal might still have the heart to fight a tiger or leopard, but an ant facing a malevolent god... resistance? That would be the most pointless, most foolish joke. Especially such a savage and cruel malevolent god.

The Divine Kings, whose wills were already on the verge of collapse, finally saw their resolve completely crumble at Ming Xiao's initiation. They all knelt and prostrated themselves, uttering words of submission and pleas that they had never spoken before, and had never even dreamed would come from their own mouths, all while trembling and shrinking back.

The Coldbud Mountain Range, with its figures and profound arks, was utterly silent. Today, they had watched two Level Ten Divine Kings appear, and then watched them instantly perish. Black clouds surged in the sky. The Eastern Region had changed, completely and utterly changed.

The eight Divine Kings, like eight jackals with their guts pierced and legs broken, prostrated themselves before Yun Che. Without Yun Che's word, they dared not even move, let alone rise. Even when facing the Grand Realm King's personal presence in the past, they had never been so humble, because at least, as the ruler and rule-setter of the Eastern Ruins Realm, the Grand Realm King would not suddenly and cruelly slaughter them without reason.

Yun Che looked at them indifferently, without a hint of pleasure or triumph. He said in a low voice: "Remember, your loyalty is only for one time! From today forward, if any of you shows even a hint of disobedience or disloyalty... you will know the consequences."

His tone remained unchanged, and he released no aura, but when his last words fell, everyone felt as if a demon had suddenly been planted in their hearts; a silent fear spread from the depths of their souls throughout their bodies. He was not merely issuing a simple threat... now, what he hated most was betrayal.

Ming Xiao, already in a posture of extreme humility, lowered himself even further, saying with trepidation: "The Venerable One's grace in sparing our lives, Ming Xiao will never forget, nor dare to harbor any disloyalty. From now on, anyone who dares to offend the Venerable One shall be the mortal enemy of my Ming Peng Clan. If... if we violate this, may heaven and earth punish us!"