Aside from the bloodstains and blade marks, the war chariot was covered in countless intricate runes.
At the very front of the chariot, nine pitch-black Primordial Flood Dragons, each a thousand zhang long, were pulling it!
The aura radiating from each Flood Dragon far surpassed that of a God King in the Douluo God Realm.
Nine Dragons Pulling the Carriage!
What kind of grandeur and majesty was this?
Standing proudly atop the chariot was a young man in golden armor, valiant and extraordinary.
His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, his eyes shone like stars, and he held a Golden Spear in his hand. Its tip glimmered with cold light, as if it could pierce the Heavens and Myriad Worlds!
He stood there, yet seemed to be the very center of heaven and earth, with all the myriad Dao bowing before him!
An immortal!
A true, undying being!
"Clack."
The chariot halted in midair. The nine Primordial Flood Dragons roared in unison, their cries shattering the earth below into countless pieces.
The young man did not attack at once. Instead, he looked down at Ye Qingyu, who was preparing to leave, with an air of superiority.
"Hmm, no wonder my father has sensed unusual fluctuations in the Border Wasteland lately and ordered me to come investigate."
The young man spoke in a calm voice, yet every word carried boundless arrogance.
"So a rat has snuck in..."
"Let me see. A Treasure Technique of the Ten Primordial Evils—the Kunpeng Technique?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the Kunpeng apparition lingering behind Ye Qingyu. A naked greed flickered in his eyes.
"Are you from the Primordial Immortal Court?"
Ye Qingyu said nothing. He only watched the young man atop the Nine Dragon War Chariot as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Tsk, tsk. What a treasure."
"It's a pity that such an unrivaled Treasure Technique has fallen into the hands of a mere Supreme Realm cultivator in the Human Dao. What a waste."
An Cangtian smiled faintly, his whole body shining with golden light, like a True Immortal descending into the mortal world.
By contrast, Ye Qingyu remained cold and expressionless. The divine power within him stirred quietly as he watched his opponent with utmost vigilance.
A True Immortal!
And no ordinary True Immortal, either!
Judging by the fluctuations of his bloodline, this man was undoubtedly an elite even among True Immortals!
"You speak boldly, but I wonder where you get the confidence."
Ye Qingyu spoke, his voice still cool and otherworldly. Even when facing a true undying being, he did not retreat a single step.
"I am An Cangtian. This Seat's name alone is my confidence." The young man calmly announced his name, then chuckled and casually twirled the Golden Spear in his hand. The flourish shattered a vast stretch of the void.
"But I should thank my father for bestowing this Heaven-Seeking Mirror upon me. Without it, with your Kunpeng Extreme Speed and bizarre escape techniques, I might not have been able to track you down if you truly wanted to flee. This Seat might not have been able to find you."
As he spoke, An Cangtian's gaze swept over the Purple Gold Alms Bowl in Ye Qingyu's hand. He carefully sensed it.
"Let me see. The Primordial Immortal Court went to such lengths, even sending you, the Tenth Sequence, to risk your life sneaking in here alone. What earth-shaking treasure could you possibly be after?"
An Cangtian's divine sense swept through it—and he froze.
But before long, he threw all decorum aside and burst out laughing.
"Hahahahaha!"
"All this for a bug?"
Having sensed the presence of the God of Destruction, An Cangtian laughed so hard he doubled over. He pointed at Ye Qingyu as if watching the biggest joke in the world.
"Ye Qingyu, have you lost your mind?"
"You risked death to capture this piece of trash?"
"Does the Primordial Immortal Court run a junkyard?"
Though those words did nothing to hurt Ye Qingyu, they dealt a critical blow to everyone behind the Sky Screen from the Douluo world.
God King, bug, junkyard...
They knew each of those words on its own, but together they seemed utterly alien.
Yet as An Cangtian spoke, Ye Qingyu merely tightened his grip on his sword, his expression unchanged. Then he said coldly:
"My master has his reasons for what he does. How could a frog in a well like you understand?"
"Step aside, or I'll cut you down!"
"Cut me down?"
Hearing this, An Cangtian, who had been laughing wildly, seemed to hear a joke. The smile vanished from his face at once.
"A mere Supreme Realm cultivator dares not kneel before an immortal? That alone is a capital crime!"
"And you dare speak of cutting down an immortal?"
"Since you're here, leave the Kunpeng Technique—and your life—behind!"
"Kneel!"
An Cangtian barked the command. The terrifying pressure of a True Immortal erupted and crashed down on Ye Qingyu.
That was not all. Afterward, he casually raised a finger and pointed lightly at Ye Qingyu.
"Draw Ground as Prison!"
Buzz!
In an instant, the void within a radius of ten thousand li froze solid.
Countless golden Order Divine Chains emerged from the void, forming a Heavenly Net as they surged toward Ye Qingyu to tear him apart!
The attack looked simple, but it contained the true power of the Immortal Dao—enough to easily erase any Supreme Realm cultivator!
"Kunpeng Extreme Speed!"
At that critical moment, Ye Qingyu gave a low shout. The Kunpeng Wings behind him beat violently, and he became a streak of black-and-white light, evading the killing blow by a hair's breadth!
"Yin Yang Chaos!"
Ye Qingyu immediately struck back with his palm. Yin and Yang Qi transformed into a gigantic grinding disc and slammed into the Order Divine Chains.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions rang out. The void shattered, and Chaos Qi billowed everywhere.
Though Ye Qingyu had blocked the attack, the force sent him flying back hundreds of zhang. His blood and qi churned, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
The distance between a Supreme Realm cultivator and a True Immortal seemed only a single step, but it was a heavenly chasm!
"Oh? You blocked it?"
A flicker of surprise crossed An Cangtian's eyes, but he still looked down from his lofty perch.
"Worthy of being that person's disciple. You do have some skill."
"But it's a pity. If you were the strongest, the First Sequence, This Seat would truly have to be wary of you."
"But you're only the Tenth Sequence, a Human Dao Supreme. Just how many moves can you withstand?"
As he spoke, An Cangtian did not move, but the Golden Spear in his hand thrust forward with sudden force!
The thrust was plain and unadorned, yet it seemed to pierce the River of Time!
Undying immortal light coiled around the spear tip. In an instant, it crossed the distance between them and appeared at Ye Qingyu's brow!
"Not good!"
Feeling the terrifying force of the blow, Ye Qingyu's every hair stood on end!
"Kunpeng Dragon Fighting Technique!"
At the critical moment, he roared and rapidly formed hand seals, manifesting the True Dragon's combat art. Once again, he forcibly twisted his head aside.
A spurt of blood!
Though he avoided a fatal blow, the Golden Spear's radiance still grazed his cheek, tearing away a large patch of flesh and exposing the bone beneath!
Seeing that he had failed to take down this Human Dao Supreme with two consecutive moves, An Cangtian furrowed his brows, growing irritated.
"Lin Qingyu, you're an ant. You should know your place."
"If This Seat were you, I wouldn't have set foot in this realm before reaching Immortal King. But since you've come, wouldn't it be better to just die obediently?"
Boom!
An Cangtian stepped down from the war chariot, immortal energy surging wildly around him.
In an instant, an aura ten times more terrifying than either of his previous attacks locked onto Ye Qingyu.
Seeing that his opponent was about to get serious, Ye Qingyu wiped the thin trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up.
He knew that with his current cultivation, even if he used every means at his disposal, he could not defeat a True Immortal.
But he had to complete his master's mission!
And he had to bring that creature from another world back to the Immortal Court!
"I really can't drag this out any longer. Otherwise, someone even older will show up."
As he spoke, Ye Qingyu looked down at his Long Sword.
It was his life-bound weapon, and the vessel that carried his Dao.
"I've nurtured this sword for six thousand years."
Ye Qingyu gently stroked the blade, a trace of reluctance flickering in his eyes.
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