Chapter 32: Ye Qingyu Defies the Heavens to Slay an Immortal, Shocking the Douluo Plane!
Aside from various bloodstains and blade marks, the war chariot was engraved with countless intricate runes.
At the very front of the chariot were nine ancient flood dragons pulling it forward. Each one was pitch-black and stretched for thousands of meters.
The aura radiating from each of those flood dragons far surpassed that of the God Kings of the Douluo God Realm.
Nine dragons pulling a chariot.
What kind of spectacle and majesty was this?
Standing atop the chariot was a young man clad in golden battle armor, his presence heroic and extraordinary.
His black hair flowed like a waterfall, his eyes sparkled like stars, and in his hand he held a golden spear. At the spear's tip flickered cold glints of light, as if it could pierce through all the heavens and worlds.
He merely stood there, yet it felt as though he was the center of heaven and earth, with all things bowing in submission before him.
An Immortal.
This was a true Immortal-level existence.
Clack.
The chariot halted in midair. The nine ancient flood dragons roared simultaneously, their thunderous cries causing the ground below to crack apart inch by inch.
The young man did not attack immediately. Instead, he gazed down from above at Ye Qingyu, who was preparing to leave.
"Hm. No wonder Father has recently sensed some unusual fluctuations along the borderlands and ordered me to come investigate."
The young man spoke, his voice calm yet incomparably domineering.
"So a rat has sneaked in after all."
"Let me see… the treasure technique of one of the Archaic Vicious Ten, the Kunpeng Technique?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the still lingering Kunpeng manifestation behind Ye Qingyu. A trace of undisguised greed flashed through his eyes.
"You are from the Primordial Immortal Court?"
Ye Qingyu did not respond. Instead, he stared at the youth standing upon the nine-dragon chariot as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Tsk tsk. What a treasure."
"It's just a pity that such a supreme treasure technique ended up in the hands of a mere Supreme. What a waste."
An Cangtian smiled faintly. His entire body glowed with brilliant golden light, resembling a true immortal descending upon the mortal world.
Meanwhile, Ye Qingyu remained expressionless. The divine power within his body circulated silently, his vigilance raised to the highest level.
A True Immortal.
And not an ordinary one.
Judging from the fluctuations of the other party's bloodline aura, even among True Immortals, this man would certainly stand among the elites.
"You speak with great arrogance. I wonder where that confidence comes from."
Ye Qingyu finally spoke. His voice remained cold and detached. Even when facing a genuine Immortal-level existence, he did not retreat a single step.
"My name is An Cangtian. That name itself is my confidence."
The young man calmly stated his name. Then he chuckled lightly and casually spun his golden spear, shattering large sections of the surrounding void.
"But I must thank my father for granting me this Heaven-Seeking Treasure Mirror. Otherwise, with your Kunpeng speed and those strange escape techniques, if you truly intended to flee, I might not have been able to find you."
As he spoke, An Cangtian's gaze swept toward the purple-gold alms bowl in Ye Qingyu's hand, sensing it carefully.
"Let me see what astonishing treasure the Primordial Immortal Court is after, sending even their Tenth Sequence to risk infiltrating this place."
His divine sense swept across it.
Then An Cangtian froze.
But soon after, he burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"Hahahahaha!"
"All this… just for a bug?"
After sensing the existence of the God of Destruction inside the bowl, An Cangtian laughed so hard he bent over, pointing at Ye Qingyu as though watching the greatest joke in the world.
"Ye Qingyu, has your brain broken?"
"You risked falling just to capture something like this?"
"Is your Primordial Immortal Court running a garbage collection service?"
Although these words caused no damage to Ye Qingyu, they dealt a devastating blow to the audience of the Douluo Continent watching from behind the sky screen.
God King, Bug, Garbage collection.
Individually, they understood each of those words.
But when combined, they became utterly unfamiliar.
However, hearing An Cangtian's ridicule, Ye Qingyu remained expressionless. He tightened his grip on the sword in his hand and coldly replied,
"My master's actions carry profound meaning. How could a frog at the bottom of a well like you understand?"
"Step aside. Otherwise, I will kill you."
"Kill me?"
Hearing this, the laughter on An Cangtian's face instantly vanished.
"A mere Supreme dares stand before an Immortal without kneeling. That alone is a capital offense."
"And yet you dare speak of killing an Immortal?"
"Since you have come, leave behind the Kunpeng Technique and your life."
"Kneel!"
With a sudden shout, terrifying True Immortal-level pressure erupted from An Cangtian and crashed toward Ye Qingyu.
But that was not all.
After doing so, he casually extended a finger and lightly pointed toward Ye Qingyu.
"Drawing the Ground as a Prison."
Buzz!
In an instant, the void within tens of thousands of miles froze solid.
Countless golden chains of order emerged from the void, weaving into a heavenly net that strangled toward Ye Qingyu.
Though this attack seemed simple, it contained genuine immortal power. It was enough to easily erase any Supreme.
"Kunpeng Speed!"
At the critical moment, Ye Qingyu shouted. The Kunpeng wings behind him vibrated violently, and his body transformed into a streak of black-and-white light, narrowly dodging the fatal strike.
"Yin-Yang Reversal!"
Immediately afterward, Ye Qingyu counterattacked with a palm strike. Yin and Yang energies instantly condensed into a massive grinding disk that crashed into the chains of order.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Explosions echoed continuously. The void shattered as chaotic energy filled the air.
Although Ye Qingyu blocked the attack, his entire body was sent flying back hundreds of meters. His blood surged violently within him, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The gap between a Supreme and a True Immortal might appear to be just one step.
But in reality, it was an insurmountable chasm.
"Oh? You blocked it?"
On the chariot, a hint of surprise flashed through An Cangtian's eyes. However, he still maintained his lofty attitude.
"As expected of that man's disciple. You do have some ability."
"But unfortunately, if you were the strongest First Sequence, I might indeed feel some caution."
"But you are merely the Tenth Sequence, a Human Dao Supreme. How many attacks can you withstand?"
After speaking, An Cangtian did not move from his spot. Yet the golden spear in his hand suddenly thrust forward.
This spear strike looked simple and unadorned, yet it seemed to pierce through the river of time itself.
Immortal light wrapped around the spear tip as it instantly crossed the distance of space, appearing directly before Ye Qingyu's forehead.
"Not good!"
Feeling the terror of this strike, the hairs on Ye Qingyu's entire body stood on end.
"Kunpeng Dragon-Fighting Technique!"
At the crucial moment, he roared and rapidly formed seals with both hands, evolving a true dragon combat technique. With incredible difficulty, he tilted his head aside.
A flash of blood erupted.
Although he avoided the vital point, the golden spear light still grazed his cheek, tearing away a large piece of flesh and exposing the white bone beneath.
Seeing that two consecutive attacks had failed to kill this Human Dao Supreme, An Cangtian frowned slightly, growing somewhat irritated.
"Ye Qingyu, as an ant, you should have the awareness of an ant."
"If I were you, I would never set foot in this realm before reaching the Immortal King level."
"But since you came, wouldn't it be better to die obediently?"
Boom!
As he spoke, An Cangtian stepped down from the chariot. Immortal energy surged wildly around his body.
In an instant, an aura ten times more terrifying than his previous attacks locked onto Ye Qingyu.
Seeing that the other party was finally becoming serious, Ye Qingyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up.
He knew that with his current realm, even if he used all his methods, he could not defeat a True Immortal.
But his master's mission had to be completed.
That otherworldly being had to be brought back to the Immortal Court.
"Looks like I can't delay any longer. Otherwise, even older monsters will appear."
As he spoke, Ye Qingyu looked down at the sword in his hand.
That sword was his natal weapon, the vessel carrying his Dao.
"I have nurtured this sword for six thousand years."
Ye Qingyu gently stroked the blade, a trace of reluctance flashing through his eyes.
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End of Chapter