Imperial God Emperor

Not only the disciples of the Greater One Sect, even Lin Zheng, Qu Hanshan and Li Guangbi was greatly shocked.

What was happening?

The fact that Ye Qingyu's martial foundation was destroyed was something they were extremely clear about. Even Yu Junhan had acknowledged this point.

Even someone as powerful as Yu Junhan had no way of helping Ye Qingyu currently recover his yuan qi martial cultivation at this moment.

But just what was the scene that had happened just now?

There were tens of Greater One Sect disciples that had profound cultivation. Just choosing any of them and placing them anywhere in Heaven Wasteland Domain, their strength was enough to be counted as dominant in that area. For someone like Ye Qingyu, a 'cripple' that had his yuan qi martial foundation destroyed, to all be struck down by a slap after slap?

What kind of joke was this.

If everyone could be like this after destroying their yuan qi foundation, then everyone here right now had the urge to destroy the foundation themselves.

There were also some people who were able to see some intricacies within this.

Ye Qingyu had not relied on pure yuan qi power in sending the Greater One Sect disciples flying.

It was his fleshly body cultivation.

But just how strong had his fleshly body gotten, to be able to reach such a level and achieve such a result?

"You, you you... little trash, just who are you? To dare to be so arrogant and injure so many disciples of the Greater One Sect, do you know, just what you are doing?" A Greater One Sect disciple that seemed somewhat younger pointed at Ye Qingyu. He stuttered, unknown whether it was from rage or fear.

Those Greater One Sect disciples that had not been hit, also gathered together. They were both shocked and furious, staring fixedly at Ye Qingyu.

Ye Qingyu did not say anything.

He took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, and began gently rubbing at his right hand.

Just now, it was this hand that had sent the Greater One Sect disciples flying.

Those Greater One Sect disciples that saw this scene were both angry and hateful.

As he slowly and neatly wiped his hands, with a casual flick, the white cloth was thrown out. Before it had even landed on the ground, it turned into powder.

Only then did Ye Qingyu lift his head and turn to face the Greater One Sect disciple who was both shocked and afraid. Calmly, "Who am I? Haha, of course I am the host."

"Host?" That young Greater One Sect disciple was taken aback.

Ye Qingyu used an emotionless and calm glance to regard him with, "I am a lifeform that is native to Heaven Wasteland Domain, I am one of the original citizens of this domain. All my ancestors have lived all their lives in this domain, my friends and family, my brothers and sisters will protect this world. My children and grandchildren will live and flourish in this world, can it be that I am not the host of this place?"

As these words were said, those experts of the military felt their breathing quickening, although Lin Zheng and the others managed to not be affected that much.

Every word of Ye Qingyu's sentence was completely what their hearts felt.

Not too long ago, when those Greater One Sect disciples used their force to pressure them, when they kept referring them to low class bumpkins, and weak ants, every one of them felt extreme humiliation and rage. But during this time, they could not think of the strongest and most powerful argument they could use to counter their insults. Even when they fought, they were defeated consecutively by their opponents…

But at this time, Ye Qingyu used such an incomparably powerful method to slap away the arrogance of these Greater One Sect members into pieces. Then he used the term 'Host', to refute his opponents. Every military leader felt the hot blood in their bodies burning, as if a flame was within it.

The eyes they looked at Ye Qingyu with was filled with pride as well as an undisguised respect.

This was a respect that came from their hearts, from their bones, a respect that was enough to make them serve to death for him.

Even Lin Zheng could not help but be slightly dumbfounded. He could not help but sigh in admiration towards Ye Qingyu in his heart.

Lin Zheng was the most exceptional genius that had arisen in these past fifty years from Snow Empire. When he faced Ye Qingyu displaying his talent, he could not help but admit from his own heart that ever since Ye Qingyu had begun to rise, the era that belonged to he, the Right Minister, had begun to fade bit by bit.

The new wave would submerge the old wave.

"Host? Haha, this is really laughable. You overestimate yourself, absolutely ridiculous," a Greater One Sect disciple said with shock and rage.

The Greater One Sect disciple that seemed a little older also laughed out of extreme fury.

"Hahaha, host? This is the greatest joke I have ever heard... your domain, it is so pitifully weak. It has not even completely formed its own laws, and has no way of withstanding the power of the Heaven Ascension stage... you are only some low class pitiful worms that are living in the gutter. In the Vast Thousand Worlds, do you know that there are classifications amongst domains? There are nine classes for a domain, but your domain can't even withstand the power of the Heaven Ascension stage. Pitiful. Haha, you know nothing, yet you call yourself the hosts of this world?"

Ye Qingyu frowned.

In the Vast Thousand Worlds, to think there were classifications?

Nine classes?

He had never had any interaction with such information.

But from the face of it, it was sharp and naked, the bare truth. Through the tone of these words, there was a faint scent of blood in it.

Once there was classification, there would be those who were higher and lower.

Once there were upper and lower decided, there must be who were ruled and the rulers.

Once there were rulers, there would be people who were ruled, people who were killed and people who were completely suppressed.

It seemed that this so called Vast Thousand Worlds was really like what people had previously worried about. All the domains were not really as peaceful. Killing and invasion, domains fighting against each other, was the eternal question.

Seeing that Ye Qingyu did not speak, they thought that he had been scared. Seeing this, the older Greater One Sect regained his spirit.

"Haha, little kid, now that you know our background, are you afraid? " He began to laugh, his head lifting up. In his eyes, there was arrogance once again. "Why are you not saying anything? You know you have nothing to refute me with right?"

Ye Qingyu smiled, nodding his head. He accepted without any evasions, "I really can't refute this."

"Haha, since you cannot put forward any argument, and can't refute my words, then just stop resisting. Perhaps our Greater One Sect will spare your life..." a Greater One Sect disciple sneered as he said arrogantly.

"Can't put forth any argument?" Ye Qingyu calmly uttered, "Who said that? The reason I don't refute it is just because I'm too lazy to do so. The guest trying to dominate the host, and wants to become the host themselves... since you don't listen to reason, then I'll change the method in how I discuss things with you."

As he said this, Ye Qingyu brandished his fists.

Then he took step by step towards the Greater One Sect disciples that were still forcibly standing.

Like so, the complexions of those Greater One Sect disciples that had their heads lifted up high changed exaggeratingly.

"You you you... what are you doing..." there was a Greater One Sect disciple that stuttered as he pointed at Ye Qingyu, retreating step by step. His face was filled with fear. The previous scene where Ye Qingyu had slapped away his senior disciples like rotting wood was still filling him with apprehension.

Ye Qingyu had a very gentle and warm smile, "What am I doing? I'm only changing the method in which I reason with you."

"Don't go too far." The Greater One Sect disciple that was younger suddenly had a sinister face, "You are a body cultivator isn't that right? It really is rare for a body to be cultivated to such an extent. But if you really want to solely rely on body cultivation to suppress the yuan qi martial path, you really are dreaming."

As he said this, his palm moved.

A miniature blade that was glimmering with golden light began floating above his palm, swirling and rotating. With a flick, it suddenly enlarged and grew in size. It ultimately transformed into a golden blade that was one or so meters long, held in his hands.

From the formations flickering on the golden blade, and the colour it emitted, there was an incomparably sharp aura that was spread about. The golden qi around it surged, and from it's appearance alone, it was definitely not something common. It was at least a martial weapon at the Treasured tool class.

"Haha, so what if you are at the peak of body refinement? If you are cut by my [Golden Moon Blade] that can slice apart divine steel like mud, your bones and flesh will still be hacked apart." With the blade in his hand, his aura exploded.

These words were used to remind the other Greater One Sect disciples.

The other Greater One Sect disciples' eyes brightened.

That's right, the martial path of body cultivation in the long history of time had gradually become a side branch. There were many geniuses that had abandoned it, and it had soon fallen into disuse, the main reason was that because there was a fatal weakness of using the power of one's body.

The strength of a fleshly body ultimately had no way of contesting against divine weapons.

Even if you cultivated to the very pinnacle of one's body, even if you could crush mountains and break the earth with a casual swipe, but you ultimately could not soar through the heavens. It could not contend directly against weapons, but the process of cultivating in it was extremely painful.

Ye Qingyu's fleshly body was powerful, but in the end he was just a body cultivator.

Even if the fleshly body was even stronger, could it contend against a Treasure tool?

In that moment in time, all the Greater One Sect disciples all summoned their weapons.

It was not a wonder they were disciples from a sect in a mature domain. All the weapons in their hands were rarely seen divinely sharp weapons, with the majority of them weapons at the Treasured tool class. There were even one or two Dao class weapons, emanating powerful fluctuations. In an instant, there was a killing aura completely filling the tent.

"Hahaha, little kid, you are dead for sure!"

"Your fist is very hard isn't that right? Let's see if it can be harder that my apocalyptic hammers.""

"I was nearly bluffed by this little trash... lets use weapons to greet him... these people of such a low class domain should never have seen such treasures before."

All the Greater One Sect disciples began laughing viciously.

"Really? Then let's try."

Ye Qingyu's complexion was normal, his fist striking out.

"Looking to die... Void Breaking Slash!"

The young Greater One Sect disciple shouted furiously, his golden blade sticking out, a battle technique exploding.

The golden formations on the gold blade fluctuated, and the air was like butter as it split into two parts with a whoosh. There was a golden divine light flickering on the edge of the blade. A terrifying aura gathered, causing one not to dare to regard it directly. The blade will was so strong that it seemed like the entire world would be split into two by it.

Ye Qingyu's complexion still did not change. Using the power of his bare fist, he struck directly against that divine edge.

In the time of a spark, the blade had already struck the fist.

Ding!

There was a strange sound like metal and stone hitting each other.

Then there was the noise of fracturing and cracking ---