Supreme Cultivation Master

"I am here to help you!"

A four-tiered Soul Altar materialized—it was none other than Su Qingxue. As her Soul Altar rose, the expressions of the two Divine Monarchs from the Netherworld Clan turned grim. Here was yet another Martial Artist whose combat power surpassed their own. After her Soul Altar had awakened, Su Qingxue’s cultivation speed had increased dramatically, allowing her to surpass Mu Chen Dong, Wu Fa, and even Huang Ji. On the path of cultivation, she was in a class of her own.

Thus, she now fought shoulder to shoulder with Qiu Ji. With the combined power of two mighty Soul Altar experts, their combat strength skyrocketed. The two Netherworld Clan Divine Monarchs were already considering a retreat, but it was too late. The two women had them completely cornered, leaving no room for escape.

"Netherworld Ghost Technique!"

The two Divine Monarchs unleashed their clan’s ultimate art in unison. As the Netherworld Ghost Technique manifested, the entire sky filled with a dense Netherworld Energy that shrouded the area like a thick fog.

"Soul Altar Overlap!"

Su Qingxue and Qiu Ji deployed their Soul Altars in tandem. The immense pressure crushed the Divine Monarchs’ combined power as easily as the sun burns away the morning mist. The two women then pressed their attack, moving in for the kill.

Who ever said women were inferior to men? At this moment, the two of them were the most dazzling figures in this entire war. Though they were not related by blood, their synergy on the battlefield was as perfect as that of sisters, a breathtaking sight.

The Netherworld Ghost Clan was also known for their Soul Methods, but their techniques paled in comparison to those of the two women. Su Qingxue and Qiu Ji’s Soul Altars completely suppressed their enemies’ souls. At this moment, the two Divine Monarchs felt like walking corpses as their souls gradually ceased to function.

Just then, the two women made their move. In a silent flash, two heads tumbled to the ground—they belonged to the Netherworld Clan’s Divine Monarchs.

With their commanders slain, the entire Netherworld Clan army fell into chaos. The hundreds of thousands of soldiers were thrown into turmoil, seeing no hope of victory. A massive rout began. In the desperate stampede to escape, many were trampled to death by their own comrades. Yet, in that moment, those fleeing felt no remorse for stepping on their allies; their own survival was all that mattered.

Su Qingxue and Qiu Ji exchanged a smile. Qiu Ji was the first to speak. "I always thought I was the last descendant of the Soul Clan. Now I know I’m not alone!"

"It’s all thanks to you that my Soul Altar was able to awaken," Su Qingxue replied honestly.

A smile touched Qiu Ji’s lips. "From now on, let’s be sisters."

Su Qingxue nodded in agreement.

The two women then took command, directing the army to encircle and annihilate the remaining Netherworld Clan forces. They were both happy, not just for the victory, but because they shared the same mission: to revive the Soul Clan. The stronger they became, the greater their sense of responsibility grew. This encounter had also completely changed Su Qingxue’s perspective on her heritage.

Each had long believed herself to be the sole remaining descendant, and the pressure of reviving an entire clan alone was immense. But now, seeing another who wielded the power of a Soul Altar, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The restoration of the Soul Clan was no longer a solitary burden but a shared quest between two sisters. They knew that one day, the legend of the two sisters of the Soul Clan would spread to every corner of the Great Thousand World, told like an epic of old.

BOOM!

The Gun God struck, his form blending into the Void and rendering him completely imperceptible to Ye Fan’s senses. Ye Fan could feel the Gun God’s attacks drawing nearer and nearer, yet he still could not pinpoint his foe’s location. In a surge of desperation, he transformed into a Divine Dragon and unleashed a furious, indiscriminate barrage throughout the Void.

The next moment, however, Ye Fan felt a powerful grip seize his tail. He glanced down and saw it was the Gun God. The Gun God swung the massive dragon by the tail, flinging Ye Fan through space. He crashed violently into a distant star, shattering it on impact.

He dizzily shook his head and got back to his feet. Before he could even steady himself, the Gun God’s fist slammed into his chest.

"AARGH!" Ye Fan roared in agony as the punch pierced straight through his body.

The Gun God chuckled coldly. "How does that feel? The Netherworld Clan has stood firm in the Great Thousand World for tens of thousands of years for a reason! For a mere native like you to think you can challenge me... what a foolish dream!"

Ye Fan retorted, "Your Netherworld Clan has lasted for millennia not because you’re special, but because you’re nothing but cowards hiding in your shells! What’s so scary about a turtle that’s afraid to stick its neck out?"

"You’re courting death!" the Gun God roared. With his other hand, he condensed an unparalleled aura into a fist and brought it crashing down on Ye Fan.

But just then, Ye Fan shot out his right hand, catching the attack. He said coldly, "You look down on the Divine Dragon, but you have no idea that its power far surpasses your own!"

He activated his Divine Dragon Power and clashed with the Gun God.

The Gun God sneered, "Strong, perhaps, but it’s just brute force. If you don’t know how to wield it, how are you any different from a fool?"

"Is that so?" Ye Fan challenged. "Break!"

With a powerful twist of his hand, Ye Fan nearly snapped the Gun God’s arm. The Gun God recoiled, throwing a punch to create distance between them.

He stared at Ye Fan with apprehension. Without a doubt, Ye Fan was the strongest enemy he had ever faced in his entire life. His power was far beyond anything the Gun God had anticipated. He stared at Ye Fan with a deep sense of dread.

"Netherworld Ghost Technique!" the Gun God shouted. "Night of a Hundred Ghosts!"

Instantly, a Netherworld mist materialized behind him. From within the fog, countless Fierce Ghosts shambled forth. They were entirely devoid of life, exuding an aura of decay and curses that spread outwards, pressing down on Ye Fan with immense pressure.

"Soul arts, is it?" Ye Fan remarked coldly. The next moment, he unleashed his own soul-based technique. Four tiers of his Soul Altar floated into view, manifesting the Soul Refining Domain of the Ancient Soul Clan.

The Soul Clan’s history was ancient. They were among the pioneers and explorers of the Great Thousand World. Their entire civilization was dedicated to the study of the soul, and all their knowledge was compiled within the Soul Refining Treasure.

With a sudden surge, Ye Fan unleashed the full might of his Soul Altar to counter the Gun God’s Night of a Hundred Ghosts. The Gun God’s expression shifted drastically. He was facing a heaven-defying weapon, a heaven-defying bloodline, and a heaven-defying soul.

What kind of person is Ye Fan? How can so many heaven-defying abilities be concentrated in one man? The question baffled the Gun God. If he survives this, I’m afraid even the Ancestor Realm won’t be his limit.

The oppressive power of the Soul Altar crushed down, forcing the Gun God to his knees. He was enduring an unimaginable amount of spiritual pressure, desperately holding on as his very form began to distort. In contrast, Ye Fan was completely in his element, showing no signs of stopping his assault. He continued to intensify the pressure, intending to overwhelm the Gun God with the Soul Altar’s might alone.

Just as the Gun God seemed to be at his breaking point, a flash of golden power struck.

What is this?

"AARGH!" Ye Fan cried out. His face went pale as he looked down to see a golden spear piercing his Spiritual Spring.

The Spiritual Spring was the very core of a Martial Artist, their fundamental source of power. With it destroyed, Ye Fan could feel his life force draining away.

The Gun God swatted Ye Fan away with a palm strike, sending him flying. As Ye Fan struggled to his feet, a horrifying realization dawned on him: the Gun God had more than just the one spear he had been fighting with.

The Gun God chuckled coldly. "Didn’t see that coming, did you? This spear is my true killing weapon. I merged it with my body long ago.

"The spear you saw before is indeed a rare treasure, but this one, forged from my very soul, is my true trump card!"

He stood amidst the cosmic winds, gazing down at Ye Fan with a look of chilling finality. In his eyes, Ye Fan was already no different from a mere straw dog.