Chapter 1143: Strongly Breaking the Sky

A half-step Heavenly Venerate, eradicated just like that, with a single slap. All talk of having one foot in the Heavenly Venerate realm, of possessing celestial blood and Dao bones, was utterly shattered; they exploded into pieces and met a complete end.

The moment the Great Evil Spirit made a move, panic spread through the area. The Mo family members were shocked and horrified, screaming in terror. Some bravely struck out, unafraid of death, while others burrowed underground, attempting to flee.

“Hmph!” Just a cold snort. But everyone who moved instantly froze, either trapped within the earth or suspended in mid-air. Time itself seemed to solidify and halt.

The next moment, these individuals silently disintegrated, blood mist dispersing, its scent thick and pungent.

Those who hadn't moved were now utterly silent with fear. This incident was too terrifying; the deceased included deities, a Divine King, and that half-step Heavenly Venerate. The Mo family members' faces first turned green, then deathly pale, utterly devoid of color.

Today, they had suffered a complete and utter defeat. They hailed from the Alien Wilderness Tribe, a power so formidable and awe-inspiring.

Yet the opponent showed no fear, acting so domineeringly, humiliating the Mo family, and utterly unconcerned by the Mo family's profound power.

The Alien Wilderness Tribe, whose founders reached across heaven and earth, mastering creation, had evolved to terrifying levels, intimidating the Yang World. Who would dare to provoke them lightly, or casually make them an enemy?!

The remaining Mo family members dared not move.

Not far away, the members of the Western Heaven Organization also had their hair standing on end, frozen in fear, completely terrified.

They had brought many experts, but they were no stronger than the Mo family. The highest-ranking individual present was that silver-robed old woman—a half-step Heavenly Venerate. Her body was rigid with fear.

At this moment, everyone felt as though they were mere mortals targeted by a god or demon, their very being on the verge of collapse due to the immense disparity in power!

The woman in the void—the Great Evil Spirit—wore silver armor over her perfect, slender, and beautifully curved body. A silver veil covered her face. She turned her head and fixed her gaze on the members of the Western Heaven Organization.

The Divine King holding the long boot, an experienced cultivator in the apex realm, trembled with fear. He had already realized that all the problems stemmed from a few artifacts.

“Fellow Daoist, I have something to say!” he cried out, trembling, afraid he wouldn't get a chance to speak, and wanting to explain the “misunderstanding”.

He swiftly lifted the qilin-skin boot with a mystical light, intending to present it to the woman.

“Boom!” A burst of brilliant light erupted from the Great Evil Spirit, striking the experienced apex Divine King and instantly turning him into dust, with only a few wisps of blood mist drifting away.

The Great Evil Spirit found the touching of such intimate items as shoes unbearable, and immediately launched a fierce attack.

Overwhelming power, instant kill!

The souls of the Western Heaven Organization members trembled in terror. They felt like there was no way out. How strong was this woman, really? They had encountered an unimaginable and terrifying crisis.

Most crucially, any attempt at explanation would be useless.

Then, they immediately wondered: Were the black blood and peculiar artifacts on the ground all left behind by this woman after she made her move?

The silver-robed old woman of the Western Heaven Organization, the half-step Heavenly Venerate, was utterly terrified. How could she not be afraid? Hovering above her palm were an earring and a silver hairpin. These... were harbingers of death!

Her body swayed, and her soul trembled uncontrollably. She actually knelt down.

To save her life, she disregarded all shame, adopting an an extremely humble posture.

Then, her body suddenly erupted in brilliant light. It was a golden Heavenly Venerate edict, rapidly unfolding, releasing exceptionally powerful energy that enveloped her, allowing her to soar through the sky and burrow through the earth!

Because she hadn't placed her hope in the opponent's mercy; kneeling was merely a temporary act of forbearance to lull the opponent. She intended to use the life-saving means her organization had provided to escape.

As for the others, her subordinates—the deities and two Divine Kings—she couldn't be bothered with them. Her own survival was the only success that mattered.

It must be said, the Heavenly Venerate edict was truly astonishing; the moment it appeared, it enveloped her and tore through the sky, reaching the edge of the heavens. Its speed was immense.

At that moment, time itself seemed to reverse. She was about to vanish!

However, a pristine white hand leisurely reached out from the void, and pressed down silently, extending into the dazzling golden light and pressing the old woman beneath it.

The old woman coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. Then, to her horror, she discovered that the edict was shattering into pieces and then exploding, transforming into an energy vortex that absorbed her soul light and then annihilated her.

“Ah!” the silver-robed old woman of the Western Heaven Organization shrieked, her cry brief, urgent, and utterly wretched. Then, the sound abruptly ceased.

With just one palm strike, the Great Evil Spirit’s hand, as pristine as mutton-fat jade, pierced through the edge of the heavens, causing the golden edict to disintegrate and the old woman to explode.

A half-step Heavenly Venerate met a tragic end, both body and soul annihilated.

Everyone was horrified. That edict came from the Western Heaven Organization, personally written by a Heavenly Venerate, yet it was shattered just like that. If the old woman couldn't escape with it, how could anyone else? Despair seized everyone.

The Great Evil Spirit was peerlessly graceful and usually good-tempered, but now, a menacing aura radiated from her eyes and brows. There was no other reason than that she had been almost completely stripped bare, like a plucked lamb.

Such a thing was unimaginable, yet it had happened to her!

Who was she, and what was her status? Originally, she was lofty and revered, yet upon her first arrival in the Yang World, she was almost left naked. This outcome was utterly intolerable, filling her with towering murderous intent.

These people had scrambled for her accessories, which she found particularly despicable. They even fought over the shoes and socks she wore on her fair, jade-like feet. What was there to hesitate about? Grant no quarter.

With a soft cry, the Great Evil Spirit acted. Various fragments of Dao laws emerged around her and then spun violently. As a result, everyone around her, whether deities or Divine Kings, vanished, and the void itself exploded!

Those beings, even Divine Kings, were like weeds, easily uprooted. Their lives were instantly reaped, turning to dust and smoke.

Looking at the accessories on the ground, the Great Evil Spirit's eyes flickered uncertainly. Her beautiful eyes shimmered with five-colored divine light. She made a gesture, wanting to destroy them all, feeling they had been defiled and were now mere filth.

But then, she stopped herself.

Before that, she intended to perform a special technique, to discover the whereabouts of the thief who had stolen her accessories.

For a moment, shimmering light flowed and phantom images intertwined in the area. These were all events that had recently transpired: the dispute between the Mo family and the Western Heaven Organization, and earlier still, the scene of the void cracking open.

But only the thief's figure was absent.

Unable to retrace? She was deeply surprised.

While in the earth's veins, she had thought her failure to retrace was due to being tainted by too much karmic power and suppressed by this vast realm. But after arriving here, she had clearly grown much stronger, gradually overcoming the erosion of this world. Yet the result was still the same.

What was going on?

Her heart jolted. Did that petty thief possess an extremely special—heavenly artifact?

Her mood instantly worsened. That thief had plundered her from head to toe, taking all sorts of accessories, leaving her barely clothed, with large expanses of fair skin exposed. And yet, the thief had successfully escaped. How could she accept that?

Her earrings had been taken, her hairpin became spoils of war for others. Most hateful of all, even her shoes and socks were gone. How absurd was this? How could she possibly accept it?

Even if she recovered some now, it couldn't change what had already transpired.

She once again activated a secret technique. A fair hand brushed her brow, and instantly a drop of special, sky-piercingly radiant blood seeped out, illuminating the entire world. She was willing to expend her strongest blood essence to find that thief.

“Old Gu,” Chu Feng asked Gu Chenhai nervously, from an extremely distant location, “what if the Great Evil Spirit catches us? What will happen?”

“What else can happen? We’ll definitely be beaten to death!” Old Gu replied.

Chu Feng, stubbornly defiant, said, “Don’t say such inauspicious things. If we get caught, I’ll just return these items to her. At worst, I’ll compensate her with a few more clothes!”

“Brother, if you say that, she definitely won’t beat you to death,” the Northeastern Tiger nodded.

“You truly have foresight, much better than Old Gu,” Chu Feng patted his shoulder, as if finding some psychological comfort, and let out a long breath.

The Northeastern Tiger, now with red lips and white teeth, looking like a handsome young man—a typical pretty boy—chuckles dryly, “Brother, while you might not be beaten to death, you’ll be far worse off.”

Old Gu sneered, “Indeed, you won’t be beaten to death, but you’ll surely wish you were!”

“Don't you two gloat. If I get caught, will you two accomplices, you masterminds of mischief, fare any better? Perhaps you’ll be ten times worse off than me!”