Where Did This Fly Come From, Cang Jundao's Rage

Ye Ming's gaze swept over all the Prodigies present, who in his eyes were no less valuable than any Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

"Are you all going to attack together, or should I deal with this Holy Son of the Ancient Dao Sect first?"

A smile played on Ye Ming's lips, yet it sent a shiver down their spines. His words were arrogant, conveying a single message: everyone present was trash in his eyes.

As soon as he spoke.

Whoosh!

Many of the Prodigies present immediately erupted, a cacophony of noise filling the air.

"Heh heh, that's truly arrogant!"

"A mere Holy Son of the Dao Sect is enough to deal with you; why would we need to add ourselves to the fight!"

"Exactly! I've heard for a long time that this Imperial Son is arrogant and looks down on everyone, and seeing him today proves it!"

Voices rose one after another. At least dozens of Prodigies were present, all of them the cream of the crop from their respective sects, otherwise, they wouldn't have qualified to enter this place.

Ye Ming's words had undoubtedly offended everyone present.

"Hmph... I'll be the one to deal with you!"

"I will make you understand that in front of this Holy Son, you are worthless apart from your backing!"

Cang Jundao said calmly, standing in mid-air. A hint of malice flickered across his handsome face. Dressed in white, his body was currently radiating an incomparably brilliant light, as if he were an exiled immortal gazing at Ye Ming.

Clang!

In his hand was a sword, radiating sharpness. Powerful sword energy, though not yet unleashed, was already chilling to the bone.

One had to admit, this was indeed a powerful Prodigy. In the current Supreme Secret Realm, only the Dragon Son from Dragon Emperor Ridge could compare to Cang Jundao. As for the others.

Prodigies from the Tai Royal Clan, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, and the female Prodigy from the Dragon Sparrow Clan were all inferior to him.

There were even rumors that the once invincible Golden-Winged Little Peng King had fought Cang Jundao and was ultimately defeated and forced to retreat.

"Die!"

Cang Jundao let out a fierce roar.

A beam of sword light slashed towards Ye Ming. The sword light surged, churning like a great river, transforming into a river of sword energy. Where it passed, the void shattered, and surrounding mountain peaks were cleaved off.

This sword strike was terrifying!

"It's the Ancient Dao Sword Technique, one of the world's three great sword techniques! I didn't expect Holy Son Jundao to have already mastered it!"

A voice of shock rang out. It was a Prodigy who recognized the sword strike unleashed by Cang Jundao.

The Ancient Dao Sword Art was one of the world's three great sword dao. Legend had it that if cultivated to its peak, it was capable of slaying gods.

"Haha, I didn't expect Holy Son Jundao to be able to unleash this move! Hmph, the outcome is already decided!"

"This is the difference!"

The voices of several followers rang out, their gazes towards Ye Ming filled with mockery.

"Imperial Son, be careful!"

Yu Linglong's voice sounded from the side, reminding Ye Ming. Clearly, the Demoness had also recognized the Ancient Dao Sword Art, one of the world's three great sword techniques, and worry for Ye Ming appeared in her beautiful eyes.

But her words also caused dissatisfaction in Liu Mingyue beside her, who thought the Demoness was trying to steal her master.

"Hmph~!"

Liu Mingyue's delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she let out a cold snort.

As for the Demoness's reminder.

"Heh heh, a mere trivial technique, daring to show off in front of this Imperial Son!"

Ye Ming's gaze was calm as he sneered.

Boom!

His black hair danced like ink as he stood in the air. An incredibly terrifying Blood Essence surged from Ye Ming's body, like a vast ocean, shaking the surroundings.

"Kill!"

Without needing to use any Dao techniques, he simply threw out a punch. Brilliant Demonic Light transformed into a world-destroying grinding disc, tearing through the void, shattering the sky, and crushing everything in its path.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The surrounding mountain peaks collapsed, and the ground cracked open. The violent collision made the surrounding Prodigies' faces turn pale, and they almost lost their footing and fell to the ground.

His body was enveloped in brilliant Demonic Flames, like a Chaos Demonic God. Ye Ming's aura was continuously rising, his blood boiling. His Blood Qi shattered the Universe, rumbling like thunder. He stood in the air, unmoving, incredibly calm.

"Is that all?"

Ye Ming sneered.

On the other hand, Cang Jundao was retreating, the sword in his hand trembling violently. He stabilized his stance, his heaving chest proving his current state of mind was far from calm.

Clearly, Ye Ming's words had struck a nerve.

"Hmph, I was just casually drawing my sword earlier. I didn't expect you to take advantage of it."

"Next, I'll let you witness the true power of my Ancient Dao Sword!"

Cang Jundao feigned composure, maintaining his original posture, his demeanor elegant.

Indeed, some of the surrounding Prodigies immediately believed him.

Especially his followers.

"Hmph, Holy Son Jundao merely made a casual move, I didn't expect this Imperial Son to use his full strength!"

"That's right, when Holy Son Jundao goes all out next, he'll definitely kill him!"

Ye Ming had long grown impatient with the surrounding chatter. Hearing these flies buzzing again, he decided to act decisively.

"What flies are these, so noisy!"

Boom!

Ye Ming struck out with a palm, and a palm print of blood-red light instantly condensed in the void above, suppressing downwards with endless Demonic Flames that could burn everything.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

These were merely some of Cang Jundao's followers; how could they resist Ye Ming's strike?

"Ah..."

"No..."

"Holy Son Jundao, save us quickly!"

Screams of agony rang out. Their physical bodies, their bones, and even their souls were being burned by the Demonic Flames, emitting incredibly tragic cries.

Ye Ming's move was too fast. Even Cang Jundao couldn't react in time to intervene.

"How dare you!!!"

His posture was tall and straight, his bearing heroic and imposing. Clad in white, an expression of immense fury appeared on Cang Jundao's handsome face.

Ye Ming killing his followers was a blatant slap in his face. If this were to spread later, who would dare to follow him?

"Am I giving you too much face? I just killed a few dogs. What? Do I need your permission?"

Ye Ming's gaze was icy, his aura powerful and domineering.

The surrounding Prodigies no longer dared to speak freely, only whispering amongst themselves. Clearly, Ye Ming's recent actions had also terrified them.

"Good, good, good!"

"I've cultivated the Ancient Dao Sword Art for decades, and no one has been worthy of me unleashing this sword strike. Today, I'll use you to consecrate my sword!"

Cang Jundao's voice resonated. His deep eyes were now as vast as a galaxy, filled with immense coldness. As his words fell, his aura began to change.

His aura turned sharp and piercing, as if he were transforming into a sword, an incomparably sharp sword. Six special strands of law power floated around him, radiating a brilliant, dazzling light