The Young Generation of Two Worlds Clash—Fighting One by One Is Truly Boring
The Young Generation of Two Worlds Clash—Fighting One by One Is Truly Boring
Ye Han was a prodigy of the Yaksha royal lineage, and his strength ranked among the top three of his generation.
The Yaksha Clan was an extremely famous great clan of the Beyond, with countless members—one could find traces of the Yaksha Clan in nearly every world.
Because of their bloodthirsty brutality, this clan was feared by many races and powers.
And long ago, Ye Han had already become a follower of Gu Changge, handling many matters both openly and in secret.
Last time, on the shores of the Boundary Marker Sea, Ye Han had fought Lin Qingyang of the Blood Dragon War God Clan from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, and had nearly perished there.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, a thought arose in Gu Changge’s heart, and a Faith Dharma Body descended upon that place, saving his life.
Therefore, Ye Han’s respect and reverence for Gu Changge was beyond question—fanatical, even.
“My name is Ye Han. I once had the honor of following my master for a time.”
“Who among the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains dares to fight me?”
Ye Han’s figure was tall and imposing, with wings on his back and bluish-grey skin, wisps of radiant light coiling around him.
He walked over from the Ancient Battleship, shrouded in a layer of grey mist, his eyes savage and bloodthirsty.
With a cold sneer, he swept his gaze across the many supreme experts of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains before him, finally landing on the faces of that group of young prodigies—and then made a throat-slitting gesture.
It could be called arrogance taken to the extreme.
“Young Master Changge sent Ye Han out first—it seems he must have planned this long ago.”
“However, though Ye Han is strong, among the current young generation of the Beyond, he probably can’t even rank in the top hundred—and that’s without counting those ancient freaks who have awakened.”
“Still, Ye Han can be used to probe the other side’s depths.”
In the Beyond, many experts of various orthodoxies and powers noticed this scene, their eyes flickering as they guessed at Gu Changge’s intentions.
In the end, they figured it was probably because Ye Han had previously fought against the prodigies of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
This approach was, without question, a blow to the morale of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
Compared to the keen interest on the Beyond’s side, many on the side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains had dark, ashen expressions.
Especially those whose clan prodigies had died miserably at Ye Han’s hands—their faces were even uglier. None of them had expected Ye Han to be arrogant to such a degree.
“On our side, who is willing to step forward and fight him?”
The Ancestor of the Black Tortoise War God Clan, Xuan Gang, furrowed his brow, turned to sweep his gaze across the Ancient Battleships, and barked at the crowd of young prodigies.
The Beyond was being so arrogant—if at this moment they showed even the slightest weakness or retreat, it would be an even greater blow to morale.
And the Beyond clearly wanted to see exactly such a scene.
However, as Xuan Gang’s question rang out, the side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains clearly fell silent for a moment.
The many young prodigies exchanged glances, each seeing hesitation in the others’ eyes, and then, as if by tacit agreement, they all fell silent.
They were not fools. Their earlier fervor had been because they had not personally witnessed the cruelty of this battle.
After witnessing Gu Changge’s terrifying power, they were now deeply wary of even his followers.
If one had no ability, could one be taken in by Gu Changge as a follower?
Before figuring out Ye Han’s true strength, if they rashly stepped forward, who knew what fate awaited them?
And this was no simple sparring match now—it was a fight to the death between two people, where only the winner would walk away alive.
So they were all thinking of letting someone else test Ye Han’s depths first, and only after gaining some confidence would they decide whether to act.
Of course, another major reason was that the families behind them would not allow them to act so quickly, fearing they would be targeted and die for nothing.
For a time, the side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains fell into an eerie silence.
The group of elders clearly had not anticipated such a situation either; they were all somewhat stunned, and then grief and anger surfaced on their faces.
On the Beyond’s side, everyone who saw this scene could not help but feel mocking amusement.
Yet they all maintained their indifference and did not speak—and precisely because of this, the people of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains felt uneasy, under immense pressure and intimidation.
“No one is willing to fight the first battle?”
The Ancestor of the Black Tortoise War God Clan asked once more, unable to keep some sorrow from his heart, though what he felt more was helplessness.
He could actually understand this sentiment.
No one was willing to joke with their own life.
Of course, the strongest few prodigies would also not choose to act at this moment—once the Beyond learned of them, they would surely find ways to target them and eliminate them here in advance.
“Qianbei, I am willing to fight.”
And just as the many young members of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains remained silent, a slightly trembling voice rang out.
A young prodigy gritted his teeth and stepped forward, bearing enormous pressure, his face pale—clearly nervous and uneasy.
It could be seen that he was the follower of some young prodigy.
It was just that, due to certain circumstances, the master behind him was unwilling to act himself, and instead sent him out to fight.
Everyone could see this, and felt some sympathy for this young prodigy.
“What is your name?”
Xuan Gang sighed inwardly—he had clearly seen through it as well.
This made the sorrow in his heart grow heavier. He had not thought that the young prodigies of their generation would fall to the point of only stepping forward under coercion.
“This junior is called Zhang Batian.”
The young man said through gritted teeth, his voice trembling, his expression somewhat fearful.
Though he was a hundred times unwilling in his heart, he did not dare refuse. If he went into battle, at most only one person would die.
But if he refused, it would implicate the family behind him.
Which was weightier was obvious at a glance.
Everyone of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains was silent, saying nothing more.
Though they all knew this man was going to his certain death, no one stopped it—they tacitly allowed it all.
Otherwise, at this point, were they supposed to take his place?
Soon, Zhang Batian walked trembling toward the battlefield, his calves quivering, his face full of terror.
“The Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains have fallen to the point of sending someone like this for the first battle?”
“This truly opens Gu’s eyes.”
Gu Changge shook his head lightly, his tone somewhere between a sigh and mockery.
Hearing these words, the faces of the people of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains turned ugly, their hatred towering—yet they were powerless to refute it.
Many clenched their fists, gritted their teeth, hating their own powerlessness, hating Gu Changge’s cold ruthlessness.
Because all of this had been forced by Gu Changge. If he had sent out someone else, how would things have come to this?
“Make your move first. Otherwise, if I make a move, you’ll already be dead.”
Ye Han was utterly cold, his eyes flickering with bloodthirsty, savage intent. Standing there, he was like a long spear, exuding an invincible aura.
“I’ll fight you with everything I’ve got!”
Zhang Batian roared in fury, his eyes now somewhat red as well. Things had come to this point—there was no room for retreat.
Boom!
He struck, directly offering up the Source of his entire body. Dazzling divine light instantly erupted from this place, boundless flames blooming, surging toward Ye Han to engulf him.
This was Zhang Batian’s strongest technique, one he had rarely used in his life.
“Too weak. You truly disappoint me.”
But seeing this scene, Ye Han shook his head, his words still cold. He merely reached out a claw and tore forward, his entire body vanishing from where he stood, as if merging into the wind.
The expressions of many young beings shifted slightly—at this moment, they could not catch his trace.
The next instant, a miserable scream rang out, and a monstrous rain of blood splattered down, mixed with fragments of shattered, lustrous white bone.
Zhang Batian’s entire body was torn apart, his body ripped into pieces, and then with a bang he exploded, body and spirit annihilated—instantly killed.
The horror of this scene carried immense deterrence and shock, making many unable to suppress a shudder.
How could they even fight this?
“Who’s next?”
Ye Han remained cold, his figure reappearing where he had stood, some blood still staining his palm.
“He died just like that? He couldn’t even block a single strike?”
The many young beings of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains trembled, because that man’s strength had actually been about the same as Zhang Batian’s.
Did that not mean that if they went up, they too would likely be torn to shreds in an instant, body and spirit destroyed?
Thick fear and despair rose in everyone’s hearts.
“He couldn’t even withstand a single strike?”
Xuan Gang and the other ancient existences all darkened in expression, not expecting Zhang Batian to be unable to block even one of Ye Han’s strikes.
This exceeded their expectations—they had thought they could use Zhang Batian to get a measure of Ye Han’s strength.
“Hm? No one else dares to come up?”
Seeing the expressions of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains’ people, Ye Han grinned, full of mockery and disdain.
“Who is willing to fight me again?”
Xuan Gang’s expression was heavy as he spoke once more. After winning a match, Ye Han could have withdrawn—but he had not.
This clearly meant he intended to kill to his heart’s content.
“The technique he just displayed was enough to tear apart a half-step Sacred Realm cultivator in one strike. This proves his strength should be above the Sacred Realm, perhaps even reaching the Sacred Noble Realm.”
The young prodigies of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains had flickering eyes, analyzing Ye Han’s strength, analyzing their odds of victory against him.
Still, no one charged forward at this moment.
“Zhang Batian couldn’t even block one strike?”
The master behind Zhang Batian was a young man dressed in golden robes, with a single horn growing from his forehead, exuding an ancient and mysterious dao rhythm.
He was the descendant of the Golden-Horned Dragon Clan. That single horn was their clan’s special gift, containing spatial power capable of easily tearing through the void.
At this moment, he frowned slightly, his face somewhat displeased, and then swept his gaze over the many followers behind him.
“Is there anyone else willing to go up and try?” he asked indifferently. Before figuring out Ye Han’s strength, they would not act rashly.
But at these words, everyone was silent—no one answered.
From that single strike just now, they had seen Ye Han’s power—a terrifying strength that no one of their generation could match.
“Stop dreaming. Among the young generation of my world, he can’t even rank in the top hundred. If you can’t even defeat him, what qualifications do you have to fight the others after him?”
“Let alone what qualifications you have to contend with my master?”
Ye Han swept his gaze over everyone once more, speaking coldly, carrying contempt and condescension.
Hearing these words, the many young prodigies of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains all turned pale and flushed by turns, gritting their teeth.
They were young and hot-blooded. Though they knew full well that going up now meant mortal danger—a near-certain death—
they were still incomparably furious and stifled, held down firmly by those beside them, kept from acting on impulse.
“If no one among the young generation dares to answer the challenge, then how about switching to the older generation? And if the older generation doesn’t dare either, then why don’t we have a match between ourselves? How about it?”
Gu Changge smiled faintly, seemingly unsurprised.
His figure seemed to stand beyond endless space, utterly blurred, concealed by boundless mist, impossible to see clearly.
In everyone’s eyes, they could only see a terrifying phantom blotting out the sky, overlooking everything from above, inspiring a heart-palpitating tremor.
At this moment, hearing these words, countless people felt stifled. Though there was no lack of hot-blooded individuals, those beside them would not allow them to take the risk.
Because they were still young—if they died here without rhyme or reason, that would be the greatest waste of all.
“Who will fight me?”
But just as the many prodigies of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains remained silent, a voice suddenly rang out, carrying resolve, coldness, and fury.
Everyone turned to look, and saw a grey-robed man walking over from an Ancient Battleship. His features were extremely ordinary, yet he carried a presence that none dared ignore.
“He’s... Chu Buyu? Didn’t he perish in some ruin before? And now he’s appeared here?”
“Wonderful! Our side has finally produced a figure of real weight!”
The instant they saw this man, a small commotion broke out on the side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains—clearly, everyone recognized this grey-robed man.
Many of the older generation were pleasantly surprised, suddenly feeling that this battle now held hope.
The grey-robed man was named Chu Buyu, a Young Prodigy whose strength was among the best of his generation.
Some time ago, however, word had spread that he had strayed into some ruin and perished within.
Many had felt regret, lamenting that such a brilliantly talented young prodigy had fallen there.
But no one had expected that Chu Buyu would appear here today, giving everyone a surprise.
“Chu Buyu’s strength is plain for all to see. If he takes action, he should be able to test out the strength of the Beyond’s generation.”
The young generation murmured in their hearts, holding great confidence in Chu Buyu.
Chu Buyu was an extremely special prodigy in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains. It was said that before the age of seven, he had been unable to even open his Spiritual Sea, and his master had scolded him as foolish.
Later, dissatisfied with this, he changed his name to Buyu—“Not Foolish”—and from then on displayed perseverance and diligence far beyond ordinary people, forcibly catching his cultivation up.
It could be said that the solidity of Chu Buyu’s foundation was something few of his generation could match.
Chu Buyu did not speak much, giving off an impression of being dull and honest, but his gaze was sharp. Arriving at the battlefield, he wasted no words and struck directly.
“Finally, someone a bit more interesting has come.”
Ye Han licked his bloodstained lips. Not only was he not annoyed, he laughed with a certain delight, his expression like that of a beast eyeing its prey.
Soon, the two clashed, and the gazes of countless people from both worlds converged, staring fixedly at the battle.
Chu Buyu’s body erupted with dazzling, brilliant light—every pore seemed to glow, as if he were an ancient god cast from undying divine metal.
Ye Han struck with his claw, endless bloody killing intent sweeping forth from behind him like a tidal wave, submerging Chu Buyu before him.
Boom!
Muffled thunder resounded between heaven and earth. The void seemed on the verge of collapse, great fissures spreading across it, all manner of radiance and runes flying about, performing supreme Transcendent techniques and arts.
Fragments of laws danced through the air, transforming into various divine weapons—heavenly blades, war halberds—erupting with terrifying fluctuations.
The place instantly descended into chaos. Chains of order danced wildly, piercing through the void, penetrating into the far distance, scattering the great mists.
It had to be said, Chu Buyu’s strength was immense—stronger than Zhang Batian by far more than a single degree. After fifty exchanges with Ye Han, he had not fallen behind in the slightest.
This scene suddenly gave the people of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains a glimpse of hope, and they grew somewhat excited.
The faces of many young prodigies of Chu Buyu’s fame also showed smiles, and they began entertaining thoughts of taking the field.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged several hundred moves, and Chu Buyu’s face gradually began to show strain. Blood marks appeared on his body, wounds emerging—some so deep that bone was visible.
His face paled slightly, his bones crackling, as he continuously retreated and dodged, no longer at his earlier peak.
Ye Han, by contrast, looked like a man fighting to the point of madness, his eyes full of bloodthirst and savagery, as if battle was all he could see.
This was the nature of the Yaksha Clan—the more they fought, the fiercer they became; the more they killed, the wilder they grew.
Finally, after three hundred exchanges, Ye Han seized an opening. His divine power boiled, and blood energy pierced through the crown of his head.
Then he lunged forward violently, his hands transforming into immortal blades, and with a puchi, tore through Chu Buyu’s body.
“Is this all you’ve got? This battle ends here?”
Ye Han sneered coldly, looking at Chu Buyu struggling in his grasp, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.
The power of his entire body erupted, and with one motion he ripped him apart, shattering him into a sky full of bloody mist—following in the footsteps of the man before him.
For a moment, the place fell deathly silent. Everyone of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains was shaken and horrified.
Even Chu Buyu was no match for Ye Han—killed by him after three hundred exchanges?
Though Ye Han now bore wounds of his own, that was Chu Buyu—an extremely famous Young Prodigy of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, one who had never known defeat.
“Buyu!”
The faces of Chu Buyu’s clansmen were grief-stricken, some regretting that they had not held him back just now.
“Who else?”
Ye Han was now drunk on slaughter, his eyes scarlet, carrying bloodthirsty savagery as he once again swept his gaze over the many Young Prodigies before him.
Everyone’s expressions turned cold as they stared at him icily. By now they had more or less gauged Ye Han’s strength, and felt they could step forward to fight him, avenge the earlier deaths, and wash away the humiliation.
“Come back.”
However, just as the many prodigies of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains were seething with fury, wanting to step forward and fight Ye Han—
Gu Changge’s voice suddenly rang out, very calm, without a ripple.
“Fighting one person at a time is truly boring.”
Hearing these words, the savage bloodthirst on Ye Han’s face quickly receded, replaced by respect. “Yes, Master.”
With that, he lingered no longer, transforming into a divine rainbow and landing back on the Ancient Battleship behind him.
The many prodigies of the Beyond were now also itching for action, wanting to take the field and slaughter the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains to their hearts’ content.
From the battle just now, they too had seen that the strength of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains’ side was inferior to theirs, and their confidence deepened.
Seeing this scene, though the people of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains were unwilling in their hearts, they dared not break the rules. After all, Ye Han had won two matches in a row and could naturally withdraw at any time.
Of course, in the eyes of others, this was Gu Changge showing favoritism—he knew the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains’ side had already gauged Ye Han’s strength.
Whoever was sent out next would have the confidence to deal with Ye Han.
“All of you, be careful. Those young prodigies on the Beyond’s side seem unable to hold back any longer.”
Xuan Gang’s expression was somewhat heavy as he spoke to the many prodigies behind him.
“We’ll follow the old rules, then—using this place as the hunting ground.”
Gu Changge smiled faintly and waved his hand casually. The great mists below the Aether Abyss were blasted apart, revealing a dried-up riverbed and vast stretches of mountain ranges—though long since collapsed, reduced to ruins.
Yet it was still boundlessly vast. Countless great fissures could be seen, within which many powerful fierce beasts still dwelled, feeding on the corpses of the experts who had fallen here.