Ye Qingyu's Heaven-Defying Strike Against Immortals Shocks the Douluo Plane!

Beyond the various bloodstains and blade marks, the war chariot was engraved with countless complex and profound runes.

At the very front of the chariot, nine Primordial Flood Dragons, each a thousand feet long and pitch-black, were pulling the vehicle!

The aura radiating from each of these flood dragons far surpassed that of the God Kings of the Douluo God Realm.

Nine dragons pulling a chariot!

What kind of pageantry and majesty was this?

Standing proudly atop the chariot was a youth clad in golden battle armor, looking heroic and extraordinary.

His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, his eyes were like stars, and he held a Golden Spear in his hand. A cold glint flickered at the tip of the spear, as if it could pierce through all the heavens and myriad worlds!

He stood there, yet he seemed to be the center of this world, with all Daos bowing in submission to him!

An Immortal!

This was a truly immortal-level existence!

"Clatter."

The chariot halted in the void, and the nine Primordial Flood Dragons let out a simultaneous roar, causing the earth below to crack and shatter inch by inch.

The youth did not strike immediately; instead, he looked down at Ye Qingyu, who was preparing to leave, with a condescending gaze.

"Hmm, no wonder Father has felt slight, abnormal fluctuations in the borderlands recently and specifically ordered me to come and investigate."

The youth spoke, his voice indifferent yet boundlessly overbearing.

"So, a mouse has snuck in..."

"Let me see, one of the Ten Primordial Evils' supreme techniques, the Kunpeng Technique?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the Kunpeng manifestation that had yet to dissipate behind Ye Qingyu, and a flash of undisguised greed crossed his eyes:

"Are you from the Primordial Immortal Court?"

Hearing this, Ye Qingyu did not speak, but watched the youth on the nine-dragon chariot as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Tsk tsk, what a fine treasure."

"It is just a pity that such a supreme technique has fallen into the hands of a mere Supreme Realm cultivator in the human domain; it is simply a waste of a heavenly treasure."

An Cangtian smiled slightly, his entire body glowing with golden light, like a True Immortal descending to the mortal world.

In contrast, Ye Qingyu stood by with an indifferent expression, his divine power circulating in secret, his vigilance at its peak.

A True Immortal!

And not an ordinary True Immortal at that!

Judging by the bloodline fluctuations emanating from him, this person was definitely a top-tier expert even within the True Immortal realm!

"You have a big mouth, Your Excellency, but I wonder where your confidence comes from."

Ye Qingyu spoke, his voice remaining cold and detached; even when facing a true immortal-level existence, he did not retreat a single step.

"This Seat is An Cangtian; this name is the source of my confidence." The youth stated his name flatly, then chuckled, casually twirling his Golden Spear and shattering a large expanse of the void.

"However, I must thank my father for bestowing this Heaven-Seeking Mirror upon me; otherwise, with your Kunpeng Extreme Speed and strange stealth, if you truly wanted to escape, This Seat might not have been able to track you down."

After speaking, An Cangtian's gaze swept over the Purple Gold Alms Bowl in Ye Qingyu's hand, sensing it carefully.

"Let me see, what earth-shattering treasure could be worth the Primordial Immortal Court going to such great lengths, even risking the life of their Tenth Sequence to sneak in here?"

With a sweep of his divine sense, An Cangtian was stunned.

But soon, he laughed without regard for his image.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Just for a bug?"

Having sensed the existence of the God of Destruction, An Cangtian laughed until he doubled over, pointing at Ye Qingyu as if looking at a massive joke:

"Ye Qingyu, has your brain rotted?"

"You risked falling in battle just to capture this kind of trash?"

"Is your Primordial Immortal Court in the business of collecting scraps?"

Although this sentence did not cause any physical harm to Ye Qingyu, it dealt ten thousand points of critical damage to the people of Douluo behind the Sky Screen.

God King, bug, collecting scraps...

They recognized these three words individually, but combined, they felt so alien.

However, listening to An Cangtian's words, Ye Qingyu continued to grip his sword expressionlessly, then said coldly:

"My Master's actions have their own profound meaning; how could a frog in a well like you understand?"

"Step aside, or I shall slay you!"

"Slay me?"

Hearing this, An Cangtian, who had been laughing wildly, seemed to have heard a joke, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.

"A mere Supreme Realm cultivator, refusing to kneel upon seeing an Immortal, is already a capital crime!"

"You still dare to boast about slaying Immortals?"

"Since you've come, leave both the Kunpeng Technique and your life behind!"

"Kneel!"

As he finished speaking, An Cangtian let out a sharp shout. The terrifying pressure of a True Immortal erupted instantly, crashing toward Ye Qingyu.

That was not all. After doing this, he casually extended a finger and tapped lightly toward Ye Qingyu.

"Draw Ground as Prison!"

Hum!

In an instant, the void for ten thousand miles around solidified.

Countless golden Order Divine Chains emerged from the void, twisting toward Ye Qingyu like a heavenly net!

Although this strike appeared simple, it contained the true power of the Immortal Dao, enough to easily erase any Supreme Realm cultivator!

"Kunpeng Extreme Speed!"

At the critical moment, Ye Qingyu let out a low shout. The Kunpeng wings behind him flapped violently, and his entire body transformed into a streak of black and white light, dodging the lethal strike by a hair's breadth!

"Yin Yang Chaos!"

Following that, Ye Qingyu struck out with his palm. The Yin and Yang energies instantly transformed into a massive millstone, slamming fiercely into the Order Divine Chains.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of explosions rang out; the void shattered, and chaotic energy filled the air.

Although Ye Qingyu had blocked the attack, he was knocked back hundreds of feet. His blood surged within him, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

While the Supreme Realm and the True Immortal realm seemed only a step apart, it was a chasm!

"Oh? You blocked it?"

On the war chariot, a flash of surprise crossed An Cangtian's eyes, yet he maintained his aloof, superior posture.

"As expected of that person's disciple, you do have some ability."

"But it is a pity. If you were the strongest First Sequence, This Seat would truly be three parts wary."

"But you are merely the tenth sequence, a Supreme Realm cultivator of the mortal path. How many moves can you possibly take?"

After speaking, An Cangtian did not move his body, but the Golden Spear in his hand thrust out violently!

This strike was plain and unadorned, yet it seemed to pierce through the long river of time!

The tip of the spear was wreathed in immortal light, instantly crossing the distance of space to appear right before Ye Qingyu's brow!

"Not good!"

Feeling the terror of this strike, every hair on Ye Qingyu's body stood on end!

"Kunpeng Dragon Fighting Technique!"

At the critical juncture, he roared, his hands rapidly forming seals to manifest the True Dragon fighting technique, once again forcing his head to shift aside.

Puchi! Blood sprayed!

Although he avoided the fatal blow, the golden spear's radiance still grazed his cheek, tearing away a large patch of flesh and revealing the white bone beneath!

Seeing that he had failed to take down this mortal Supreme Realm cultivator after two consecutive moves, An Cangtian frowned, feeling a touch of annoyance.

"Lin Qingyu, as an ant, you should have the awareness of an ant."

"If This Seat were you, I would never set foot in this realm before reaching the Immortal King level. But since you are here, wouldn't it be better to just die obediently?"

Boom!

With that, An Cangtian stepped off the war chariot, his body surging with violent, rising immortal energy.

In an instant, an aura ten times more terrifying than the previous two strikes locked onto Ye Qingyu.

Seeing that his opponent was getting serious, Ye Qingyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up.

He knew that with his current cultivation, even if he exhausted all his methods, he could not be a match for a True Immortal.

But his master's mission had to be completed!

That creature from the other world must be brought back to the Immortal Court!

"Indeed, I cannot drag this out any longer, or the older ones will emerge."

As Ye Qingyu spoke, he looked down at his Long Sword.

It was his companion weapon, and the vessel he used to carry his Dao.

"I have nurtured this sword for six thousand years."

Ye Qingyu gently stroked the blade, a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes.