Chapter 603: Turning Heaven and Earth Upside Down

"He’s gone! That demon is finally gone!"

"I’m not dead! HAHAHA!"

Watching Ye Wushuang depart, the Beastmen cackled madly, one after another collapsing to the ground, overwhelmed with the relief of having survived. They had been terrified that Ye Wushuang would fly into a thunderous rage and smite them dead with a single palm strike. That kind of power left them feeling utterly helpless.

Standing amidst the crowd, Prince Mor Ke’s face was also deathly pale.

From the moment he saw Ye Wushuang step out of the Demon Nether Mountain and reappear before him, he had been frozen in shock.

He couldn’t believe that not even the Purgatory Demon Fire could kill Ye Wushuang. The realization struck a terror that chilled him to the soul.

That was why he had remained hidden, terrified of being recognized. Even now that Ye Wushuang was gone, his heart still pounded with lingering fear.

RUMBLE!

A moment later, the Demon Nether Mountain, which had been half-sunken by Ye Wushuang’s palm strike, began to tremble violently!

A terrifying will began to awaken within. Sensing the thick stench of blood outside, it let out a heaven-shaking roar!

Terrifying Dao Principles and Dao Marks materialized in the void, possessing the power to sunder the heavens and shatter the earth!

This was a Yun Dao Level Nirvana Great Power who had already comprehended the Heaven and Earth Path!

"Insolent whelp! You slaughtered countless experts of the Beastman Empire! The Half-Demon Race will not rest until you are dead!"

He roared in fury, his voice filled with boundless rage, echoing out from the Demon Nether Mountain. The Dao Principles spreading from him instantly tore through the void, creating an apocalyptic vista!

Ye Wushuang, unaware of any of this, strode straight out of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

「Meanwhile, outside the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.」

For a hundred thousand li, the earth was sundered and the firmament had collapsed, creating a vast vacuum that had yet to mend itself.

One could only imagine the earth-shattering battle that had taken place here.

Ye Wushuang frowned at the sight.

RUMBLE!

Just as Ye Wushuang’s figure appeared, two incomparably beautiful silhouettes stepped out of the void.

One was the mature and bewitching Lady Xiangg.

The other was the cold and proud Dii Qingxue.

The two women strode to Ye Wushuang’s side, their eyes fixed on him. Lady Xiangg, in particular, looked a little worse for wear.

"I knew you would be fine!"

Lady Xiangg gave Ye Wushuang a surprised look, then broke into a bewitching smile.

Dii Qingxue, on the other hand, said nothing. She simply watched Ye Wushuang, her expression tinged with exhaustion.

"What happened?"

Ye Wushuang asked, frowning as he stepped forward.

"We were originally on our way to rescue you, but we unexpectedly drew out an Absolute Powerhouse from the Half-Demon Race. We fought right here. She forcibly manifested the Donghuang Bell and severely wounded the Half-Demon, but it drained her vital energy,"

Lady Xiangg explained.

"The Half-Demon Race!"

A sharp light flashed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes. He was well aware that the Half-Demon Race was the power behind the Beastman Empire.

"Oh, right. What happened on Demon Nether Mountain? Why did we feel such intense ripples of combat from there?"

Lady Xiangg asked. After they had fought off the Absolute Powerhouse from the Half-Demon Race, they had sensed the disturbance from Demon Nether Mountain and were about to charge in, but then Ye Wushuang emerged.

"It was nothing. I just slaughtered a few Beastmen."

Ye Wushuang took out King Mor Luo’s head.

"That’s King Mor Luo!"

At the sight, Lady Xiangg’s lovely eyes narrowed. King Mor Luo was a Third Layer Soul Transformation Level expert, after all. To think his head had been so easily twisted off!

’Ye Wushuang smiled faintly, thinking nothing of it. He could have killed a Soul Transformation Level expert even before, and now that his Dragon Blood Saint Body had broken through, such an opponent was simply too weak for him.’

"Let’s head back first," Dii Qingxue said, giving Ye Wushuang a deep look before turning her gaze toward the depths of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. "There is the aura of a Saint there."

’The aura of a Saint? Could there be a Saint Sage?’

Ye Wushuang was startled. ’The Half-Demon Race is an Innate Great Clan from Ancient Times. Could there really be a living Saint Sage among them?’

Dii Qingxue nodded, then turned to leave.

RUMBLE!

Just then, a series of thunderous booms echoed from outside the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

From the void, a majestic and powerfully built middle-aged man strode through the air. Hovering above his head was a black scepter, gleaming with divine light!

"Shuang’er!"

The newcomer was none other than Ye Xuan, and the scepter was the Sinful Scepter!

"Dad!"

Ye Wushuang hadn’t expected Ye Xuan to leave the Sinful City.

"Are you alright?"

Ye Xuan landed beside his son, checking his body for injuries. His expression was unreadable...

But Ye Wushuang could feel the fiercely protective love filling his gaze.

"Dad, I’m fine."

Ye Wushuang said with a smile. A current of warmth flowed through his icy heart, causing it to soften.

"Good. As long as you’re alright."

After a long moment, once he confirmed Ye Wushuang was unharmed, Ye Xuan finally relaxed. But his relief was quickly replaced by boundless fury in his eyes.

"They dared to touch my son! If I don’t wreak havoc upon the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains today, then my name isn’t Ye!"

Ye Xuan’s gaze pierced through the void, fixing on the depths of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. His rage erupted, threatening to annihilate the entire range.

"Shuang’er, you wait here. Your father is going to pay them a visit. I’ll make them understand that my son is loved and protected! He isn’t someone they can touch whenever they please!"

A harsh light glinted in Ye Xuan’s eyes. Before Ye Wushuang could stop him, he took a single step and vanished into the depths.

"Allow this old man to accompany you."

With a series of thunderous footfalls, a colossal giant strode in from the outside, appearing within Ye Wushuang’s vision in just a few steps.

This was an elderly giant, his feet bare and stained with blood, as if they had been pierced by thorns in his haste to get here.

Ye Wushuang focused his gaze and could sense that this elder was also from the Giant Spirit Race.

Moreover, his aura was incredibly powerful. Although he was a body cultivator, making his Realm impossible to discern, Ye Wushuang knew this old man was an absolutely peerless expert.

"Your Majesty, Barbarian Emperor, I, Pann Xing, have arrived late. I beg your forgiveness!"

Upon reaching Ye Wushuang, the elder, Pann Xing, knelt directly before him with utmost piety and respect. The sight left the unknowing Lady Xiangg completely stunned.

’She couldn’t believe that an expert of his caliber would willingly kneel before Ye Wushuang!’

"Rise!"

Realizing he was from the Giant Spirit Clan, Ye Wushuang called out.

"The Half-Demon Race dared to lay a hand on my clan’s Emperor. I have traveled through the night from the Endless Wilderness; how could I possibly let this go? I must demand justice and let them know that the Emperor of the Giant Spirits is not to be touched by anyone."

Pann Xing rose to his feet, his eyes, as large as bronze bells, glinting with the profundity of the stars and revealing an endless resolve.

With that, Pann Xing hefted his stone axe and followed after Ye Xuan. Ye Wushuang was the Emperor of the Giant Spirits, the vessel of their hopes. Whoever dared to touch him would be slain!

Ye Wushuang’s heart trembled. To travel through the night, crossing countless miles from the Endless Wilderness to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, all just to demand justice—to demand justice for him.

’The Giant Spirit Clan treated him with the utmost respect. Ye Wushuang asked himself what he had ever done to deserve such a debt of gratitude.’

"Senior Pann Xing! If I can continue on this path, I swear I will fight for the future of the Giant Spirit Clan and secure a new hope for them!"

Ye Wushuang shouted, his gaze resolute. ’The Giant Spirit Clan protects my path; therefore, I must give them a future and a new hope in return!’

Hearing this, Pann Xing turned his head and smiled before striding into the depths, Battle Axe in hand.