Faced with Ye Changge's provocation, the fury of Myriad Races nearly burned through this dimensional space.
The young master of the Qilin Clan stood on end, his crimson mane flaring like flames, his large, bloodshot eyes fixed on the White Robe- clad Human Race below. The powerful Dragon Race, his Dragon's Might Surges overwhelming, coiled above the clouds, his breath hissing through the air. The petals of the Giant Flower Clan trembled, their thorn-like stamens releasing dark green miasma. The burly man of the Spirit Race, veins bulging, pounded his chest with a deep, thunderous roar.
However, this overwhelming anger only dared to burn in his throat, only to turn into a series of fierce but cowardly curses.
When it came down to it, not a single one of them dared to cross the Lightning Pool.
The scene of Ye Changge annihilating tens of millions of vanguards of various races with a flick of his finger was still vivid in his mind. That power that annihilated everything had already crushed their courage into ashes.
" Human Race, don't be so smug! So what if you destroy us today? The wheel of Heavenly Dao Samsara, and retribution is inevitable. Sooner or later, your Human Race will suffer the same fate!" The young master of the Qilin roared hoarsely, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
" Ye Changge, if you have the guts, kill us! If you're so capable, then slaughter all our Myriad Races, and wipe out everything you see!" The voice of the Dragon Race's powerful figure carried the might of a dragon, yet it also revealed a fear that was all bark and no bite.
" Ye Changge, you're nothing but Human Race! A weak and useless race by nature. Even if you're lucky enough to get some opportunities, how long can you be so arrogant?" A sharp mockery came from the Flower Clan's stamen, but no one dared to actually take a step closer.
"You worthless trash! If you have the guts, then destroy us! If you let us live today, one day we will raze your Human Race territory to the ground, crush your hundreds of millions of Human Race to dust, and the Human Race will surely perish!" The roar of the Spirit Race shook the clouds, but his feet unconsciously moved backward.
Vicious curses and frantic shouts poured out from the mouths of the disciples of Myriad Races.
Qilin, dragons, giant flowers, giant spirits... powerful beings from many formidable races unleashed an uncontainable, overwhelming killing intent at this moment. The killing intent condensed into clouds, almost staining this world Blood Color.
However, faced with this uproar, Ye Changge suddenly looked up and let out a hearty laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha"
The laughter was clear and melodious, yet it carried an arrogant disdain for the All Under Heaven. It pierced through the killing intent of Myriad Races, resounded through the heavens, and made the eardrums of those clamoring powerful beings of Myriad Races ache, causing their blood to surge.
"Do we Human Race need your timid ants to tell us what to do?" Ye Changge's smile vanished abruptly, his eyes flashing with a chilling light as he swept over the blustering but cowardly warriors of the Myriad Races. His voice was icy and piercing, "Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!"
The moment he finished speaking, Ye Changge casually raised his right hand and flicked his slender fingers lightly.
"Snap."
A crisp snap of fingers rang out in the silent world.
The next moment, an extremely terrifying aura erupted from Ye Changge's body! This aura seemed to come from the primordial era, carrying an overbearing power that could annihilate everything, Vertical and Horizontal the heavens and sweeping across the eight wastelands!
Golden divine light spread wildly in all directions from Ye Changge as the center, shattering space inch by inch and tearing dimensional barriers apart like thin paper wherever it passed!
"Oh no! Run!"
"What kind of power is this?!"
"Help!"
The screams of the powerful warriors from Myriad Races abruptly ceased.
Under the terrifying divine light, all the Myriad Races races within the fifth-level dimensional space—whether it was the young master of the Qilin Clan, the powerful Dragon Race, or the giant flowers and spirits—all of them turned to ashes the moment the divine light swept over them!
There was no room for resistance, no chance for struggle.
Flesh and blood, bones, soul, magical artifacts... even the traces of their existence were completely erased!
The fifth-level metaspace can go from bustling activity to utter silence in the blink of an eye.
The blood on the ground and the shattered bones in the sky were all swallowed up by the divine light, leaving not a trace of life.
Ye Changge stood with his hands behind his back, his White Robe spotless. His cold gaze swept across the desolate space, and his voice, like the Nine Nether ice of the deepest hell, echoed throughout the heavens, "So what if I, Ye Changge, kill you all? You scum of Myriad Races! When you slaughtered my Human Race cities, massacred my Human Race and children, and treated my hundreds of millions of Human Race as food and playthings, did you ever think of this day?! Today is your end!"
The icy words, filled with bone-chilling hatred, echoed in the deathly silent dimensional space, causing the powerful beings of Myriad Races hidden in higher-level dimensional spaces to tremble with fear, their souls trembling with terror.
Just then, a chilling voice, as if from the Nine Nether Hell, came from the seventh level of the dimensional space, carrying undisguised killing intent and resentment. " Ye Changge, you are far too arrogant!"
Before the words were finished, crimson petals, as red as blood, suddenly appeared from the void.
The petals, about the size of a palm, with sharp serrated edges, exuded a strong bloody stench. They drifted leisurely towards the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they filled the entire sky, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars, turning the world into a Blood Color wasteland.
"Oh?" Ye Changge raised an eyebrow, a disdainful smile curving his lips. His gaze pierced through layers of spatial barriers, looking into the depths of the seventh-level metaspace. His voice was indifferent, "Trash from the Flower Clan, hiding for so long, finally willing to come out and face your death?"
The moment he finished speaking, Ye Changge flipped his wrist, and an ancient longsword suddenly appeared in his hand.
The sword was entirely black, and the scabbard was engraved with ancient Human Race runes, exuding a faint aura of desolation.
"Zheng--"
The longsword was drawn, and a clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the heavens and myriad realms.
Ye Changge held his longsword and gently swung his arm.
There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no elaborate and ornate sword moves, just a simple slash.
However, this seemingly ordinary sword strike unleashed a terrifying sword light capable of tearing apart eternity!
That sword light, clear as glass, carried the domineering power to shatter all laws. Wushi the barriers of space Wushi the differences in levels, it slashed straight towards the seventh-level metaspace!
" Human Race, you're asking for death!"
An angry roar echoed from the seventh-level metaspace.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying pressure far surpassing that of all the previous powerful Myriad Races erupted! It was the pressure of an Emperor Realm expert, vast as the sea and heavy as a mountain, relentlessly crushing towards Ye Changge, as if to grind him into dust!
Wherever the oppressive force passed, space collapsed inch by inch. Even the barriers of the sixth-level metaspace began to tremble violently, groaning under the unbearable pressure.
A figure dressed in Blood Color dress slowly emerged from the Blood Color petals.
Her beauty was unparalleled, yet she possessed an eerie and malevolent aura. A Blood Color flower mark between her brows marked her as the Empress of the Flower Clan —the Flower of the End!
The Flower of the End's gaze icyly locked onto Ye Changge, her eyes filled with killing intent and disdain. "A mere Human Race dares to be so insolent before me, the Emperor? Today, I'll show you just how terrifying an Emperor-level expert truly is!"
Facing the fierce, powerful, and terrifying Flower Clan Empress, and the imperial might that could crush countless ages, Ye Changge merely curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.
The force in his wrist did not weaken in the slightest; on the contrary, it became even more ferocious!
That clear sword light, its speed undiminished and its power even greater, was like a ray of dawn piercing the darkness, crashing straight into the Blood Color petals that filled the sky!
"Boom--"
A deafening roar echoed throughout the heavens!
The moment the sword light collided with the Blood Color petals, a terrifying energy shockwave spread wildly. Wherever it passed, those seemingly indestructible Blood Color petals shattered like paper!
The Blood Color petals turned to dust and vanished into the void, without offering the slightest resistance!
The sword light surged forward with unstoppable force, continuing its slash towards the Flower of the End!
Such a scene sent chills down the spines of the powerful figures from Myriad Races who were hiding in the shadows and watching the great battle. Their hearts nearly stopped beating!
"How... how is this possible?!" The Flower of the End's pupils suddenly contracted, her disdain and arrogance instantly replaced by shock and disbelief. Her face was full of confusion as she screamed, "What kind of power is this?! Your cultivation is clearly only at the Dharma Realm, how could you unleash such terrifying sword light?!"
The power of this sword strike far exceeds the realm of the Saint Realm, enough to tear apart the defenses of any Emperor Realm expert, and even the dimensional space itself trembles under its power!
Before the Flower of the End could react, the terrifying sword light had already torn through the barrier of the seventh-level dimensional space and slashed straight towards her body!
"Sizzle--"
Where the sword light passed, the Emperor-level battle armor on the Flower of the End, forged from petals of ten thousand years, was torn apart like thin paper!
The terrifying Sword Qi instantly invaded her body, disrupting her meridians and shattering her bones!
"Ah--!" The Flower of the End let out a shrill scream. Her Blood Color dress was instantly stained red with blood. Her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the barrier of the seventh-level metaspace with a dull thud.
The sword light, its momentum undiminished, continued to spread outwards!
"Click--click--"
The barrier of the sixth-level metaspace was torn open by the aftershocks of the sword light, creating a huge gash! Violent spatial turbulence surged out, devouring everything around it like a ferocious beast!
The remaining fragments of the fifth-level metaspace and parts of the sixth-level metaspace were all swallowed up and annihilated by the aftershocks of this sword light!
The terrifying pressure shook the heavens and swept across the eight wastelands! Even the strongest beings in the ninth-level dimensional space could clearly feel this heart-palpitating power!
Ye Changge stood in the void, longsword in hand, his gaze coldly fixed on the wretched Flower of the End. His voice was devoid of any emotion, chilling to the bone. "Flower of the End, die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Changge exerted force on his wrist again, and an even more dazzling light erupted from the longsword!
The second sword strike is unleashed!
This sword strike was even more ferocious and domineering than before! The sword light condensed into a giant sword that spanned the heavens and the earth, carrying the power to annihilate everything, and slashed down towards the Flower of the End!
"No--! I'm not reconciled!" Despair blazed in the eyes of the Flower of the End. She frantically burned her imperial Origin, and Blood Color petals surged forth once more, trying to block the fatal sword strike.
However, it was all in vain.
As the sword light fell, the world instantly returned to calm.
The violent energy vanished, the raging spatial turbulence disappeared, and the countless Blood Color petals scattered across the sky also vanished completely.
Everything vanished into a vacuum in an instant, without even the slightest sound.
It was as if nothing had ever happened, as if this world had been completely reshuffled by this single sword strike.
The figure of the Flower of the End vanished completely into the void, its very soul erased, leaving no chance for reincarnation.
A deathly silence enveloped the entire heavens.
After an unknown amount of time, an icy voice suddenly resounded through the heavens, filled with boundless hatred and fear, echoing from the depths of the eighth-level dimensional space. "Good, good, good! Human Race, you are truly good! The grudge we have today, Myriad Races will avenge! One day, we will raze your Human Race Sacred Mountain to the ground and reduce your Human Race to ashes!"