Chapter 102: Slaying a King Terrifying Power.

Ye Wushang ignored the furious cries around him.

With one arm holding Ye Tianhuang and the other wielding Zhan Yue, he struck down Sikong Zhaixing in a single blow.

Sikong Zhaixing, a formidable Second Heaven cultivator of the Starsea Realm, was no weakling.

His strength was terrifying.

Yet under Ye Wushang’s blade, he couldn’t withstand even three strikes.

This alone revealed the sheer horror of Ye Wushang’s current power.

But his actions enraged the Sikong Clan’s elite.

In Tianluo Daozhou, even among divine-tier factions, Kings were irreplaceable.

Each King was forged from endless resources, a treasure of their clan.

The Sikong Clan had existed for thousands of years, yet their number of Kings could be counted on one hand.

Those nearing death, guarding vital mines, or attempting breakthroughs into the Yin-Yang Realm none were available.

This was why the emergence of the “Heaven-Gazing Divine Eye” bearer had earned such favor.

He was their hope to ascend into a royal-tier clan, even a divine-tier force.

It was also why, when Sikong Mingyue’s lineage was schemed against, no elder stood up for justice.

In the face of absolute power, fairness was a joke.

What they didn’t expect was that the once-mediocre Sikong Mingyue, after losing her father and brother and being expelled from the clan registry, would awaken a supreme Spear Dao talent.

In fact, her talent surpassed even the Heaven-Gazing Divine Eye.

But that was a story for another time.

Now, seeing Sikong Zhaixing slain by a young blade master, the Sikong Clan’s fury erupted.

“Ye Wushang, are you deaf?”

“Today, under this sky, you will die!”

“You killed a King of our clan and prepared to perish!”

“Kill!”

Four Kings of the Sikong Clan arrived, each unleashing their wrath.

In an instant, endless killing intent surged.

Four peerless Kings erupted with power that shook the heavens.

Even the weakest among them was stronger than Sikong Zhaixing.

“Father, be careful!” Ye Tianhuang cried out.

“Don’t worry. They can’t hurt me,” Ye Wushang replied calmly.

His voice gave Ye Tianhuang unshakable confidence.

In his stunned gaze, Ye Wushang turned slowly, blade in hand, facing the four terrifying attacks.

His expression remained unchanged.

Then,

A flicker of blade light shimmered.

Ye Wushang raised his blade and slashed forward.

“Blade Severing All Paths!”

SWOOSH!

A terrifying blade wind burst forth, carrying his complete blade intent—perfected to the highest level.

It swept across the Eight Desolations.

BOOM!

The clash of powers created a massive vacuum zone.

Ye Wushang was pushed back several miles for the first time.

He steadied himself, breathing heavily.

He knew the gap between him and these four Kings was still vast.

Without a word, he turned and left with Ye Tianhuang.

But before departing, he glanced at the strongest among them his eyes flashing with a mysterious yellow glow.

Then he vanished.

No threats.

That wasn’t his style.

When he returned to the Sikong Clan, they would understand the price of touching his reverse scale.

The four Kings tried to pursue.

“You won’t escape!”

“You hurt our clan, stay and die!”

“Kill!”

They prepared to tear through the void and chase him.

But just then.

The leading King, a Fifth Heaven powerhouse, suddenly froze.

His body trembled.

PUFF!

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Big Brother!”

“Grand Elder!”

The other three rushed to his side, abandoning the chase.

The wounded King’s eyes flickered with fear.

Just moments ago, he had felt a divine warning, an overwhelming force threatening his life.

It was Ye Wushang’s Fate Eye.

After breaking into the Cave Heaven Realm, Ye Wushang unlocked a new ability:

He could summon a mysterious power from the River of Fate to sever a cultivator’s fortune.

This King had just been struck.

The technique could only affect someone one realm higher—not two.

And it came with a heavy price: Ye Wushang couldn’t use the Fate Eye again for a month.

But it was enough.

The threat alone stopped the pursuit.

The wounded King wiped his mouth, face pale.

“I felt a deadly force. I could’ve died. Let’s return. We’ll settle this with Ye Wushang another day.”

The others nodded solemnly.

At their level, sixth sense was rarely wrong.

If he said death was near, it was no joke.

They gave up the chase and prepared to return.

Just then,

A terrifying aura erupted ahead.

They turned and their expressions changed drastically.

A colossal serpent burst from the earth, roaring skyward.

Its monstrous aura surged into the heavens.

“A Primordial Variant! A peak King-level Sky Python it’s about to break into the Yin-Yang Realm and undergo the Thunder Tribulation!”

“Thank the heavens we didn’t step into its territory!”

The four felt a wave of relief.

Had they entered its domain, it would’ve torn them apart.

Before such a beast, especially one with Divine Monkey blood—they were nothing.

The Sky Python noticed them.

Its eyes glowed with menace.

Without hesitation, the three carried their wounded brother and fled toward the Sikong Clan.

The serpent didn’t pursue, focusing on its tribulation.

On the way back, the four narrowly avoided several deadly encounters.

They now truly feared Ye Wushang.

Seeing Sikong Haoran waiting anxiously, they hesitated.

Could he really lead the clan to glory?

They shook their heads.

“Ye Wushang arrived in time. He rescued Ye Tianhuang and killed your grandfather. We were too late.”

GASP!

The clan members were stunned.

They had just heard Ye Wushang repelled two Kings now he had slain one.

Shock rippled through the crowd.

Sikong Haoran’s face turned pale, sorrow etched across it.

But inside he was calm.

Cold-blooded.

The love and care he showed the clan was all an act.

He was weak, so he hid.

No one knew that the plan to destroy Sikong Mingyue’s lineage had come from him.

He was only eight years old at the time.

By the time the clan realized, it was too late.

They had no choice but to support his branch.

Now, Sikong Haoran was calculating again.

The Heaven-Gazing Divine Eye was powerful but not enough.

He needed more talent to dominate his generation.

Ye Wushang’s appearance, and his marriage to Sikong Mingyue, made Haoran want to meet him—see what he could gain.

He tried to visit the Canglan Domain under the guise of reconciliation.

But Sikong Mingyue already knew the truth.

He never even saw her, let alone Ye Wushang.

So he turned to Xia Zixuan.

Then he saw Ye Tianhuang.

Through the Heaven-Gazing Divine Eye, he discovered the Supreme Bone within him.

A new plan was formed.

But he never expected Ye Wushang to be so terrifying.

He thought only Ye Zhen posed a threat.

Ye Wushang shattered his schemes.

As clan members comforted him, his expression grew more sorrowful—but his mind raced.

After learning of Sikong Zhaixing’s death, unease flooded him.

Even the Heaven-Gazing Divine Eye began to warn him.

He knew,

This clan was doomed.

He forced himself to appear strong.

“Elders, family Grandfather’s death is my fault. My hatred for Ye Wushang is eternal!”

“I’ve decided to seek my master at Xinghe Tianmen and join early. I’m already fourteen soon I’ll undergo my coming-of-age and begin cultivation!”

“I’ve delayed my training for years. I can’t waste another moment. I must leave immediately!”

His righteous words moved the crowd.

An elder King even offered to escort him personally.

Xinghe Tianmen was a divine-realm force in a neighboring province—home to immortals.

His safety would be assured.

Everyone was touched.

But Sikong Haoran felt nothing.

Even knowing his clan might perish, he didn’t care.

He stared at the home he’d lived in for over a decade.

He knew when he returned, it might be ruined.

He turned to remember it.

And met a pair of deep, penetrating eyes.