Zhu Zangwen arched a brow. Through the memories of her true body, Huang Shutao, she instantly recognized the three gods Ye Yu had just resurrected—they were Extreme Moon Pavilion’s fallen martyrs.
They had perished long ago. Later, their divine bodies were gathered by successors and buried on Extreme Moon Pavilion’s Martyrs Mountain.
They shared one trait: all three were at early Ancient God Realm.
Zhu Zangwen’s gaze grew solemn. She barked coldly, "Boy, you dared to dig up Extreme Moon Pavilion’s martyrs’ graves? Aren’t you afraid they’ll hunt you to the death once this gets out?"
Ye Yu couldn’t help laughing. "It’s not your family tomb. Why are you so pressed? Don’t tell me one of these three is your dad."
Yes—Ye Yu had indeed set his sights on Extreme Moon Pavilion’s martyrs’ graves.
Thrifty and practical, he knew exactly how to live so the well never ran dry.
For instance, Gu Zhengyi, that old bastard, had cheated him out of so many divine stones—naturally he had to make it up elsewhere.
What the library held alone wasn’t enough.
He needed extra credit.
So Ye Yu turned his eyes to Martyrs Mountain.
Conveniently, it lay halfway to the library.
On his second pass, he casually collected a dozen or so fallen divine corpses.
Besides the early Ancient God Realm now standing before him,
There were even three at peak Ancient God Realm, waiting for the day his own realm rose high enough to use them.
Honestly, Tao Hua of the Demon Gods’ House had been conservative with those map notes. Why not mark Extreme Moon Pavilion too?
If he’d known, he could’ve saved so many wasted trips.
To be insulted face-to-face by a junior demon god, Zhu Zangwen’s fury spiked to the extreme.
Dad, what dad? Who knows which life the old lady’s father is on by now?
What a slick tongue.
Divine power roared across her body. She had only one thought left: tear Ye Yu to pieces and vent her rage.
As for the three Ancient God Realm experts in her way?
Zhu Zangwen didn’t spare them a glance.
As ever: before absolute strength, all schemes are vain.
Formations, coordination, tactics—I break them with a single sword.
In the next instant, Divine Sword Delusion flared with blinding light, swallowing everyone present.
"Exterminate all evil."
Her whisper drifted out.
Sword cries rolled across heaven and earth.
When the radiance of Divine Sword Delusion faded,
The three early Ancient God Realm guardians lay quietly at Zhu Zangwen’s feet—dead a second time.
Seeing this, Ye Yu couldn’t help a twinge of regret.
"Come on. You couldn’t leave me one?"
"With a killing urge that big, I truly wonder what Ancient Sword Gorge taught you."
Unmoved by his taunt, Zhu Zangwen walked toward him.
She said softly, "I hope you’ll still be that mouthy when I get there."
"You shouldn’t be able to get here at all."
Ye Yu spoke as he formed a one-handed seal.
Zhu Zangwen’s eyes flew wide.
She knew exactly what that was—the opening form of Shadowless Sword Sever.
Damn it. Did Heng Xuanzhen even teach him this divine art?
No—no, it looks like Shadowless Sword Sever, but it isn’t entirely the same.
Then what is it?
Before she could think further, a sting lanced from her palm.
Her heart sank like a stone.
What’s happening? Why?
To unleash Shadowless Sword Sever takes time.
Had Ye Yu begun the technique the moment they arrived?
But she hadn’t sensed the slightest ripple of divine power.
Before Zhu Zangwen could puzzle it out, Ye Yu blink-stepped to her flank and drove a fist forward.
In a flash, demonic runes coiled around him.
The wind of that punch alone shattered mountains and rivers; the bamboo grove disintegrated.
Zhu Zangwen did raise her divine sword at once to block, but she was still a beat late.
Ye Yu’s body, tempered by a demonic god method, now possessed terrifying strength.
She was blasted away in an instant,
Only steadying herself a thousand meters out.
Even so, her right hand couldn’t stop trembling.
Such power.
She immediately checked Divine Sword Delusion,
Half-afraid he’d cracked her divine artifact.
But that moment of distraction sent her divine power surging into her palm like a tide.
In just two breaths, over ninety percent of her divine power was drained.
And that wasn’t even what she feared most.
What she feared most was the appearance of Shadowless Sword Sever.
A useless fear.
Some things don’t stop happening because you’re afraid.
Right then, a phantom divine sword burst from Zhu Zangwen’s palm,
Its tip aimed straight between her brows.
Shadowless Sword Sever—yes, there was no mistaking it.
She couldn’t fathom why it had matured so fast and erupted against all reason,
But she was certain: this was Ancient Sword Gorge’s supreme divine art.
[swish]
With a cleaving cry through the air,
Zhu Zangwen was cut down on the spot—body and soul annihilated.
Ye Yu walked up to her and frowned slightly.
From that brief exchange, he’d discovered a flaw in the improved Shadowless Sword Sever:
If the cursed target’s strength was far above his own,
He couldn’t forcibly draw their divine power to the palm to feed the sword seal.
If the target stabilized their mind and fully sealed their divine power, he could scarcely extract any at all.
Hence his risky move to close in and punch.
Only by splitting Zhu Zangwen’s focus could he siphon her divine power.
"Looks like Shadowless Sword Sever still has room to grow."
Ye Yu gave a small shake of his head, then, true to his waste-not principle, stored Zhu Zangwen’s divine body in his storage ring as well.
When his strength rose later, he could put Zhu Zangwen to work too.
Waste not, want not.
With that done, Ye Yu turned to leave—only to notice a pallid man standing not far away, quietly watching him.
Ye Yu’s heart jolted.
When had this person arrived—and why had he sensed nothing at all?
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