Translator: Fate Translation Checker: Silavin Ye Han, the pride of the Yaksha Royal Family, had strength that made him one of the top three among his peers. The Yaksha Clan was a famous clan in the Upper Realm with more members than one could count. In fact, someone from the Yaksha Clan could be seen in every world. Many feared this clan because of their bloodthirst and brutality. Ye Han was Gu Changge’s follower a long time ago, and he used to get things done both openly and secretly. He almost perished on the shore of the Boundary Marker Sea when he fought against Lin Qingyang of the Blood Dragon War God Clan from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains. Fortunately, at that moment, Gu Changge had a thought. To test his thought out, he formed a Dharma Body made from the Power of Faith and came to save Ye Han at the most critical moment. For that reason, Ye Han’s respect and reverence for Gu Changge were unquestionable and even fanatical. “My name is Ye Han. I was fortunate enough to follow my Master for some time. How dare the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains fight against me?” Ye Han had a tall figure and wings behind his back. His skin had a greenish-grey tint, and there were wisps of light lingering around him. Stalking over from the ancient battleship, he was shrouded in a curtain of grey mist. He had a sneer on his face as his ferocious and vicious eyes swept across the Masters in front of him and finally landed on the faces of the young prodigies. He then dramatically slid his finger against his throat. When the experts from many different forces in the Upper Realm noticed this, their eyes flickered slightly, and they started to guess Gu Changge’s intentions. [Young Master Changge must have a plan in mind to send Ye Han to be the first to attack.] [But even though Ye Han is strong, he might not even be ranked in the top 100 among the younger generation in the Upper Realm. That ranking is excluding the ancient monsters who have awakened recently.] [However, we can have Ye Han test the real situation on the other side.] In the end, they figured it was probably because of Ye Han’s fight with the young prodigies from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains before that this method was tantamount to destroying the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains’s morale. Compared to the excited faces in the Upper Realm, many from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains were gloomy and livid. The faces of those who once had a clansmen die tragically in the hands of Ye Han were especially sour. They didn’t expect Ye Han would be so arrogant. Xuang Gang, an Ancestor of the Black Tortoise War God Clan, frowningly turned his head and glanced at the ancient battleships. “Is there anyone from here willing to fight?” He shouted to the young prodigies. “The Upper Realm is full of themselves. Any signs of retreat or weakness from you now will only result in a greater blow to your morale. And that is what the Upper Realm wants.” However, silence quickly befell the crowd from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains. The young prodigies looked at each other with inquisitive eyes before they fell silent in unison. They were not stupid. The reason for their enthusiasm before was that they hadn’t witnessed the cruelty of this battle with their own eyes. After seeing how powerful and terrifying Gu Changge was, they naturally felt fear towards his follower as well. [Ye Han must be powerful for Gu Changge to take him in.] They didn’t know what to expect if they were to rashly approach Ye Han before they figured out what he was truly capable of. This wasn’t a simple competition. This was a battle to the death between the two, where only the winner could survive in the end. All of them wanted someone to feel Ye Han out, and they would only decide whether to act after they were sure. Of course, the biggest reason for their hesitation was that their clans didn’t allow them to make a move so quickly, lest they were targeted and had lost their lives for no reason. In that instant, the young prodigies from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains fell into a strange silence. The Elders obviously did not expect such a situation, and they could only look on with a dazed look on their faces before sorrow and anger took over. Everyone from the Upper Realm couldn’t help but mock the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains when they saw this. Despite that, they maintained their indifference and refrained from speaking. However, it was also because of this that everyone in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains felt uneasy by the oppression and astonishment. “Will no one volunteer to fight the battle?” Xuang Gang asked again. He was filled with sadness, and even more so, helplessness. He understood why they would make such a decision. No one would take their life as a joke. Of course, the most powerful young prodigies would choose not to act right now. If their presence became known to the Upper Realm, those from the Upper Realm would find a way to target them and kill them here before they could grow. Right when the younger generation from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains was silent, a voice that slightly shook rang out. “Senior, I volunteer…” A young prodigy gritted his teeth and shuffled out of the crowd. He was pale from the nerves of having to bear such heavy pressure. He looked like he was a follower of one of the young prodigies, and yet, it was due to the fact that his Master was reluctant to volunteer that the follower was appointed instead. The rest of the people couldn’t help pitying him when they saw how reluctant he was. “What is your name?” Xuang Gang sighed. He could tell that the young man didn’t have a choice. This only intensified the sadness in his heart. He would never have expected the young prodigies to only step out after being forced to. The young man squeezed out through clenched teeth shakily, his face petrified. “I am Zhang Batian.” Even though he didn’t want to, he couldn’t say no. He might be the only one to die if he volunteered to join the fight, but if he refused to be a part of the battle, his family might get dragged into this. He didn’t even need to think twice to know what was the better decision to make. Everyone from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains remained silent. Although they knew that Zhang Batian would surely die if he went out, no one stopped him, and they only acquiesced to this. No one would step out and take his place now. Soon, Zhang Batian trudged towards the battlefield, his heart beating out of his chest as his fear grew evident on his face. Seeing this, Gu Changge lightly shook his head and commented in a seemingly resigned, or mocking tone, “Only one person is going to fight? Is this all the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains can afford? I’m surprised.” The faces of everyone from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains fell when they heard that. However, despite the surging hatred towards Gu Changge for saying that, they couldn’t refute. All they could do was clench their fists and bite their teeth while hating on themselves for being powerless, and Gu Changge for being cruel. He was the one who forced this to happen. [If only he had gotten another person to fight…] Ye Han was extremely indifferent as his eyes grew ablaze from the bloodthirst. He felt like an invincible spear standing there. “You go first. You’d be dead if you went second,” he instructed. “I’m not going to go easy!” Zhang Ba Tian’s eyes had turned red as he roared. He couldn’t back out anymore. Boom! He made a move that used the Source in his body, instantly lighting the place up in dazzling light. Monstrous flames burst out then as they tried to drown Ye Han. This was Zhang Batian’s strongest technique which he rarely ever used. However, Ye Han shook his head when he saw this. “Weak. You disappoint me,” he stated. He only thrusted his claws forward before he disappeared, as if he had become one with the wind. The looks on the faces of many young prodigies dimmed in that instant. Zhang Batian couldn’t get his hands on Ye Han. The next moment, there was a gut-wrenching scream as a heavy rain of blood mixed with some tattered white bones poured. Zhang Batian’s limbs and torso were torn apart, and with a bang, his body and spirit exploded, leading to his instant death. The scene was so terrifying and shocking its onlookers couldn’t help but shudder. How were they supposed to keep up? Ye Han was still emotionless when he reappeared at the spot he vanished. However, he now had a blood stain on his palm. “Who’s next? He couldn’t even take a hit without dying.” The many young prodigies of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains trembled because their power wasn’t that different from that of Zhang Batian. If they stepped forward, they would probably be torn apart in an instant, and their body and soul would be destroyed. Deep fear and despair rose in the hearts of everyone. [He couldn’t even take one hit?] Xuang Gang and the other Ancient Beings were glum. They didn’t expect Zhang Batian to fail at blocking only one of Ye Han’s attacks. They even thought they could gauge Ye Han’s strength through Zhang Batian. “Hmm?” Seeing the looks on everyone’s faces, Ye Han let out a disdainful smirk. “Is no one going to come forward? Come on, someone, fight me.” Xuang Gang’s face further fell. Ye Han could just leave, now that he had won, but he stayed. There was no doubt he was killing for fun. [The technique he used just now was enough to tear apart the Quasi-Sacred Realm expert with one blow. His strength must be above the Sacred Realm, or even the Sacred Noble Realm!] The young prodigies from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains had a glint in their eyes as they analysed Ye Han’s strength and the possibility of winning a fight with him. Still, no one rushed ahead to fight next. [Zhang Batian couldn’t even block a blow?] The Master of Zhang Batian was a young man in a golden robe, and he had a horn growing on his forehead. Exuding a simple yet mysterious Dao Energy, he was the descendant of the Golden-Horned Dragon Clan. This single horn was their special family Talent that contained the power of space, and it could tear through the void easily. At this moment, he was frowning slightly with a displeased look on his face. His eyes then swept across the many followers behind him. “Is there anyone else who wants to go and try?” he hummed. They couldn’t act before they figured out Ye Han’s strength. However, none of the people who heard him answered. They could already tell from the match earlier that Ye Han was freakishly strong that he wasn’t someone people of the same age could handle. Ye Han took a glance at everyone again, and his insulting words were still filled with contempt. “No need to think about it. He wouldn’t even have made it to the top 100 in my world. If you can’t even win against him, what makes you think anyone else can fight the ones after him? What gives you the right to fight with my Master?” Hearing these words, the young prodigies of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains turned pale as they gritted their teeth. They were young and energetic. Although they knew that they would definitely meet their end if they stepped forward now, they couldn’t help the anger and aggrievance. The people beside them had to hold them back in case they acted impulsively. “If there’s no one brave enough to fight from the younger generation… What about the older generation? And if everyone’s still too afraid, why not fight with me instead?” As if he wasn’t surprised, Gu Changge smiled lightly. His figure seemed to be standing outside the endless space, and it was incomparably blurred as thick fog shrouded him. All the crowd could see was an unmistakable, terrifying silhouette that covered the sky. Seeing him overlooking them made their heart tremble in fear. Many of the people who heard him were choked up with resentment. Even though they were a bunch of hot-blooded youngsters who were tempted to volunteer, the people around them wouldn’t let them take the risk. They were too young to waste their life away by dying here for no reason. When the youths of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains were silent, a determined voice cold with fury suddenly sounded. “I’ll go!” Everyone looked over, only to see a grey-clothed man coming from the ancient battleship. His face was ordinary, but he had an aura that couldn’t be ignored. “It’s Chu Buyu! Didn’t he die in some ruin? Are my eyes deceiving me?” “This is great! We finally have someone powerful to take on the fight!” “Great, we finally have someone powerful.” The moment the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains saw this, a small commotion erupted among them. Everyone appeared to recognise the man in grey. Many in the older generation were even more pleasantly surprised and suddenly felt that there was hope for this battle. The grey-clad man was called Chu Buyu. He was a young prodigy whose strength was also among the best compared with his peers. However, there was news some time ago that he strayed into a ruin and died in it. People felt a little regretful that an amazingly talented young talent had lost his life there. Sure enough, they didn’t expect that Chu Buyu would show up here today, surprising everyone. [Chu Buyu’s strength is obvious. If he makes a move, he should be able to test the strength of that man.] The young prodigies were quietly cheering him on as they had great confidence in him. Chu Buyu was also a special young prodigy in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains. He opened his Spiritual Sea before he was seven years old and was called a fool by his Master because of it. He grew up dissatisfied with this, and so he changed his name to Chu Buyu. Since then, he had shown perseverance and diligence far beyond ordinary people as he forced himself to catch up with his peers. Supposedly, Chu Buyu’s foundation was solid, and there were only a handful of his peers who were on his level. He seemed reserved and honest due to how uncommunicative he was, but his eyes were sharp as he stepped onto the battleground without a word and immediately attacked Ye Han. “Finally!” Ye Han licked his blood-stained lips. Instead of being annoyed, he laughed heartily with a predatory expression on his face. “Someone interesting.” Soon, the two started to fight, attracting the eyes of countless people from both realms. Like an ancient god cast with Immortal Gold, a dazzling light erupted from Chu Buyu’s body as every pore seemed to be glowing. Ye Han charged at him with his claws out, the endless killing intent rolling over from behind him, drowning Chu Buyu in it. Boom! The muffled sound of thunder resounded between the sky and the earth here. The void seemed to be cracking and collapsing as a large rift emerged, and all kinds of brilliance and runes burst out, showing off the most powerful divine abilities. Fragments of Principles were sent flying across the air before they turned into godly weapons like Heavenly Swords and dagger-axes when a terrifying wave broke out. The place was suddenly in shambles, and all kinds of Principles waved around wildly, piercing through the void, penetrating to distant places, and dissipating the fog. Undoubtedly, Chu Buyu, who was a level above Zhang Batian, was extremely strong. He showed no signs of losing even after fifty attacks. Such an astonishing scene suddenly gave everyone in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains hope. Many young prodigies who had a reputation like Chu Buyu also beamed. They finally contemplated joining the fight. In a blink of an eye, the two of them had attacked each other hundreds of times. Chu Buyu’s face gradually tensed up in fatigue, and bloodstains began to appear on his body. He was starting to sustain injuries, some of which were so deep that his bones could be seen. His face was ashen as his bones creaked while he kept retreating and dodging. He was no longer at his previous peak. On the other hand, Ye Han looked like he had lost his mind from fighting. His eyes were full of bloodthirst and ferocity, and the fight seemed to be the only thing he had his eyes on. This was the nature of the Yaksha Clan; the more they fought and killed, the more aggressive they grew. Ye Han finally seized his chance after three hundred moves. His divine power boiled, and blood flowed through his scalp as his vitality peaked. Suddenly, he thrusted forward, his hands turned into immortal blades that noisily tore Chu Buyu’s body apart. “Is that all you can do? And here I thought I found a worthy opponent!” Ye Han sneered while he looked at Chu Buyu who was struggling in his hands, the life gradually slipping away in his eyes. With a burst of strength, Ye Han tore him up and made him bloodmist as he did with his previous opponent. The crowd suddenly went quiet at that. Everyone from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains felt their hearts drop. [Even Chu Buyu couldn’t defeat Ye Han, and was killed after launching three hundred attacks? Ye Han might be injured as well, but… that was Chu Buyu!] They all knew that he was a famous young prodigy from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains who had never lost a fight before. [Buyu!] His clansmen had a pained look on their faces. They regretted not stopping Chu Buyu from volunteering earlier. “Who’s next?” Ye Han was now addicted to the taste of blood he drew. His eyes were scarlet with bloodthirst and ferocious intentions as they swept across the many young prodigies in front of him again. Horror-stricken, everyone peered at him in silence. They could roughly guess Ye Han’s strength now, and they wanted to step out to have a fight with him to avenge their fellow clansmen and wash away the shame. However, just as the those from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains were furious, and wanted to fight Ye Han, Gu Changge’s calm voice suddenly rang out. “Come back. It must be boring to fight them one by one.” Hearing this, Ye Han quickly replaced his cruel expression with one of respect. “Yes, Young Master.” He didn’t mind it anyway. After his brief stay here, he turned into a divine rainbow and went back to the ancient battleship behind him. Many young prodigies from the Upper Realm were eager to step forward and kill the talents from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains to their heart’s content. From the battle just now, they grew confident after seeing how the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains wasn’t as strong as the Upper Realm was. Even though everyone from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains was unwilling to submit, they did not dare to break the rules. After all, Ye Han had won two fights in a row, which meant that he could leave at any time. Of course, in everyone else’s eyes, Gu Changge was partial to him. The next opponent from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains who would join the next round must be confident about dealing with Ye Han, now that they had a rough idea of what he was capable of. “Be careful,” Xuang Gang reminded the talents behind him glumly. “The young prodigies from the Upper Realm are agitated.” “Same rules: this place is the hunting ground.” Gu Changge smiled lightly. With a wave of his hand, a vast, thick fog under Aether Abyss dissipated, revealing a dried-up riverbed and a wide mountain range. They might have collapsed and turned into ruins a long time ago, but the scenery was still boundless. There were many rifts, and many powerful beasts living in them, feeding on the corpses of the Masters who perished here.