Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

For the first time in his life, Da Hu felt his legs trembling uncontrollably, and only one thought remained in his mind.

That's it, I'm probably going to die here today.

It's a pity that he died in the prime of his life, before he could marry and have children. It's such a tragic end.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Old Ye on the donkey's back, but when he finally saw the other's face clearly, he was suddenly stunned.

Old Ye's face showed none of the panic he had imagined.

And far from being panicked, his usually amiable old face was now as cold as ice.

"Old Ye, have you been scared out of your wits?!" Da Hu couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Just then, the most burly alien among the group of figures ahead suddenly moved.

He licked the dark red liquid that remained on the back of his hand.

After licking them, he looked Da Hu and Lao Ye up and down:

"You're too slow. We just finished consuming all the blood and gore around here. But it's a pity, the cultivation level is too low, the taste isn't very good."

"You two don't seem to have much cultivation, so you probably won't taste very good! But since I haven't drunk human blood in a long time, I'll reluctantly devour you!"

"What? What did you just say?" Da Hu's mind went blank.

He abruptly looked up, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot as he stared intently at the alien leader. "You...you killed everyone in the town?!"

The alien leader seemed to enjoy his angry expression, a grin revealing a row of sharp teeth. "What? You still don't believe me?"

As he spoke, he gently waved his hand behind him, and the alien races that had been blocking the slope all retreated to both sides.

Da Hu's gaze swept past the alien races and landed on the slope, where he seemed to be nailed to the ground.

There, it turned out, was a mountain of corpses.

Hundreds of corpses were piled up into a mountain of corpses.

Moonlight shone through the clouds, illuminating the densely packed corpses, making every face clearly visible.

Da Hu's eyes swelled and ached instantly.

His lips trembled as he read out the names one by one, "Aunt Zhou... Uncle Wang... Brother Li."

He read faster and faster, more and more urgently, until finally he couldn't tell whose names he was reading. He only felt those familiar faces flashing past his eyes one after another.

Anger surged up like a heatwave from his chest, forcing his throat open.

He suddenly drew the short knife from his waist and roared, "Bastards! I'll kill you all!!"

But he had only taken half a step forward when a withered but extremely powerful hand gripped his shoulder.

Da Hu felt half of his body go numb, as if he were nailed to the spot and couldn't take a single step.

"Big Tiger, step back!!"

Old Ye's voice drilled into his ears, and it carried a coldness and hardness that Da Hu had never heard before.

Da Hu turned his head, about to call out "Old Ye," but the moment he saw the other person's face, he swallowed all the words back down his throat.

The old, peaceful face that Da Hu had seen for twenty years now had an indescribable distorted expression.

The upper half of his face looked like he was crying, and with the muscles around his eyes twitching, it seemed as if tears were about to roll down at any moment;

Old Ye's lower half of his face was clearly smiling, a smile that was almost manic.

His face, caught between laughter and tears, looked particularly ferocious in the moonlight and firelight.

"Old... Old Ye, are you... are you alright?" Da Hu swallowed unconsciously and couldn't help but ask.

Old Ye did not answer him.

Suddenly, the hand that was pressing on Big Tiger's shoulder exerted force and threw him directly behind.

He took half a step forward with his limping leg.

"The Corpse Clan... the Corpse-Botting lineage?"

"I killed quite a few back in the day. I didn't expect that before I'd even scared you all away, you'd still have the energy to invade the Mirage Cloud Realm!"

The alien leader's previously mocking smile vanished upon hearing the words "the Corpse-Stemming Clan."

He narrowed his eyes and sized up Old Ye. "You human... you actually know about the Corpse-Stemming lineage?"

"Fine, let's apprehend you first, then we'll interrogate you properly!"

With a wave of his hand, dozens of gray-blue figures behind him walked towards Old Ye.

But that's only the first step they've taken.

A cold light flashed.

It sounded like a string stretched to its limit snapping.

puff!

A series of dull tearing sounds rang out.

In an instant, the place was a complete mess.

Forty-seven members of the Corpse-Stemming lineage were neatly transformed into forty-seven pairs of half-bodies.

The only one still standing intact was the leader of the zombie squad.

His eyelids twitched incessantly. Just now, he hadn't seen the other party draw his sword or even see the trajectory of the sword swing.

"How...how is this possible?"

He stared intently at Old Ye's right hand, which was hanging by his side and now held a sword.

The sword was extremely thin, no more than two fingers wide, yet it instilled in him an extreme sense of fear.

"Who...who are you?"

"I couldn't even see your movements with that sword strike! I'm at least a first-level Great Power Realm cultivator, so someone who can't even catch my movements must be at least a fifth-level Great Power Realm cultivator! Such cultivation is definitely not something an unknown figure in this Mirage Cloud Realm! Just who are you?"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because the tip of the slender sword was already lightly pressed against his throat, and if it were pushed forward even half an inch, it would kill him.

Old Ye stood right in front of him, his face, a mixture of crying and laughing, almost touching the other man's forehead.

"What? Surprised?"

"It seems I haven't made a move in so long that you alien races have forgotten my name."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his left hand and slapped the leader of the Corpse-Stemming Clan squad across the face.

With a crisp crack, half of the alien's cheekbone shattered and caved in.

"Bastard!!" The leader of the zombie squad was knocked to the side by the blow, but he stubbornly refused to fall. "If you have the guts, give me your name! My zombie clan will make sure you die a horrible death!!"

Old Ye smiled.

He leaned forward, forehead to forehead, grinning, his manic expression, a mixture of laughter and tears, looked particularly ferocious at such close range.

"Sword Maniac, Ye Sanshu!"

"I don't know, have you ever heard of it?"

The moment those five words reached the other person's ears, the other person frowned, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Sword... Sword Madman, Ye Sanshu!?"

"It's you...it's you!! You're still alive?!"