Gong Qianyu played the Jade Flute. Its melody rang out, murderous intent winding through the cosmos as ten thousand waves of sound surged forth like blades of invisible heavenly swords.
All directions fell silent.
He was in a state of transcendence.
Two beams of light shattered beneath his assault.
With the densely packed beams of light still a short distance behind him, he abruptly crushed a talisman.
"I refuse to accept this!"
Gong Qianyu cried out, frustration written all over his face.
With an Innate Divine Body before him, capturing or killing Li Ye would not only avenge his clansmen and eliminate a formidable future enemy, but also earn him an immense merit.
In terms of benefits alone, this achievement would be enough to earn him a page of his own in the Family Tree or a place in the core of the direct lineage.
As things stood, at best, he could become the future heir of the Purple Gold Star branch.
Someone like Gong Zi Yu or Gong Zi Shan.
That might sound impressive, but only those who had entered the core of the Gong Clan Direct Lineage knew what it truly meant—the immense authority and astonishing resources.
Take Li Ye and Gong Shaoyu's duel, for example. Li Ye had attacked with a Divine Sense stretching nearly forty light-years, yet Gong Shaoyu's Emperor Transformation Divine Art had silently neutralized it.
This was a secret passed down only within the direct lineage, one of the Gong Clan's core inheritances.
Gong Qianyu had never mastered it. Otherwise, he would not have ended up in such a sorry state.
But now, all he could do was flee from Li Ye.
Whoosh!
The Jade Talisman turned into a Spatial Fluctuation and carried Gong Qianyu away in an instant.
He had escaped.
How could