Heaven-Dominating Martial Emperor

It was not yet noon. The sunlight was brilliant but not blinding, casting a golden, shimmering glow upon the ground.

And on this very morning, the gates of the Luo Race were breached. A young man stormed into the Luo Race’s main camp, all alone. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was crystal clear, echoing throughout the entire clan’s territory.

Hand them over!!!

In an instant, the entire Luo Race was in an uproar.

Someone actually dared to come to their doorstep and demand people? What kind of audacious, boundless arrogance was this?

One had to understand, with the destruction of the Liuyue Sect—the only second-rate power in the vicinity—the Luo Race had become one of the strongest forces in the area. Few dared to provoke them.

But this ordinary morning was destined to be one the people of the Luo Race would never forget.

No one could have imagined that an enemy they could not defeat would descend upon their camp so abruptly!

Just a short while ago, they had dispatched Sikong and his party to the White Tiger Tribe’s camp to demand people.

But they never expected to face the exact same situation so soon.

“Hand people over?!”

“I’d like to see just who this audacious character is, daring to come to my Luo Race’s territory and demand people!”

Inside a spacious hall, a withered old man shot to his feet, a terrifying glint erupting from within his murky eyes!

He was none other than the old Clan Leader of the Luo Race, Luo Qianzhong!

A Fifth-Layer Primordial Mansion Realm Cultivator, and also the strongest Cultivator in the Luo Race.

Beside him, the upper echelons of the Luo Race also rose in shock and anger. “We’ll go and capture this person right now! No matter who he is, if he dares to cause trouble on Luo Race soil, he will pay the price!”

Before long, a crowd from the Luo Race gathered, glaring angrily at Ye Chen, who stood firm at the clan’s main gate.

“Kid, who are you?”

“State your name! We of the Luo Race do not kill nameless nobodies!”

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a thick beard and rugged features. He was bare-chested, revealing a powerful, muscular build.

“You are not worthy of knowing my name.”

Ye Chen said faintly.

“What did you say?”

The middle-aged man was instantly enraged by Ye Chen’s contemptuous attitude. He immediately nocked an arrow to his bow, pushing his cultivation to its absolute limit.

“Let me see what you’re made of, daring to spout such nonsense on Luo Race territory!”

WHOOSH!

The sharp arrow flew through the air as if piercing the void itself, arriving before Ye Chen in the blink of an eye.

Without a single glance, Ye Chen casually extended two fingers and caught the incoming arrow.

His posture was relaxed, his expression unchanged, as if he were performing a trivial task.

“What?”

The middle-aged man was instantly stunned.

He was a Spirit Sea Realm Cultivator! And yet his arrow couldn’t even make this young man take a single step back?

‘Who on earth is he? He has no cultivation, yet he’s this powerful!’

The members of the Luo Race witnessed this scene, their eyes wide with shock. They realized the intruder was someone they absolutely could not afford to provoke!

“No wonder you dared to barge into our Luo Race territory. It seems you do have some skill.”

Another person spoke—a woman. She had bronze skin that gave her a wild beauty, and her ear-length hair was cut short and neat.

She was also a Spirit Sea Realm Cultivator, holding a high status within the Luo Race.

“Who exactly are you looking for, coming to our Luo Race territory?” she asked in a low voice.

“I will only ask once. Where are the people from the Vermilion Bird Tribe?”

Ye Chen said, his expression indifferent.

“Oh? So you’re reinforcements for those fellows from the Vermilion Bird Tribe?”

The short-haired woman gave Ye Chen an interested look. “I heard their tribe took in a son-in-law with vast Divine Techniques. Could that be you?”

Ye Chen didn’t speak, merely staring at her with indifference.

Seeing this, the short-haired woman found it dull. She shook her head and sighed, “What a pity. If I told you I’ve already killed all of them, would you be very disappointed?”

“I’m afraid you’ve made this trip for nothing!” She flashed a grin, her expression utterly mocking.

“Disappointed? A little, yes.”

“But I wouldn’t say this trip was for nothing.”

“After all, I was going to come and bathe this place in blood sooner or later anyway.”

The moment his words fell, Ye Chen made his move!

With a single step, he appeared before the short-haired woman. He was so fast that even she, who had been watching him intently, couldn’t react in time.

“What?”

By the time the short-haired woman let out this cry of alarm, it was already too late.

BOOM!

Ye Chen’s fist slammed down. The terrifying, unrivaled power kicked up a shockwave that spread in all directions.

The short-haired woman, who bore the brunt of the attack, was instantly smashed into a bloody, mangled corpse, her features unrecognizable.

This gory scene made everyone’s eyes widen, leaving them almost speechless.

A Spirit Sea Realm Cultivator… killed with a single punch just like that?

Even Qing Lian, who had just arrived in time to see this, was stunned.

Ye Chen’s methods of killing were so simple and brutal that they left a deep impression on her.

“You bastard!!!”

A furious roar erupted. The middle-aged man who had shot the arrow earlier, his face contorted with rage, once again assumed an attack stance.

But this time, he never got to fire his bow.

Ye Chen simply flicked the arrow he held between his fingers. It transformed into a nearly invisible blur, leaving a trail of sonic booms as it shot forward and pierced straight through the middle-aged man’s neck.

The immense force even carried the middle-aged man’s body a great distance away.

The entire area fell silent.

Only the sound of everyone’s heavy breathing echoed in the air.

“I’ll say it again: hand them over.” Ye Chen spoke faintly, his indifferent voice pulling the members of the Luo Race back from their terrified thoughts.

“Someone daring to run wild on the Luo Race’s territory… how rare!”

Just then, the crowd parted as a group of figures exuding powerful auras strode forward.

Leading them was the old Clan Leader, Luo Qianzhong, flanked by two Primordial Mansion Realm vice-clan leaders whose status was comparable to Sikong’s.

“Kid, who are you?”

“State your name at—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Luo Qianzhong’s pupils contracted violently.

He had seen the two corpses.

Judging by the aura lingering on the bodies, they were two of his clan’s great warriors—two Spirit Sea Realm Cultivators!

‘Those two are dead?’

‘And in such a short amount of time…’

Instantly, old Clan Leader Luo Qianzhong’s gaze grew heavy.

He stared fixedly at Ye Chen, his expression flickering. “You killed them?”

Hearing this, a nearby Luo Race member immediately reported what had happened.

Including how the short-haired woman and the middle-aged man had died so horribly at Ye Chen’s hands.

‘He’s that cripple the Vermilion Bird Tribe took in?’

‘Lin Qiyun’s husband?’

Luo Qianzhong found it unbelievable.

What kind of monster had the Vermilion Bird Tribe taken in?

If he were truly a cripple, that would have been fine. But now, it was clear he was a powerful being far beyond the ordinary.