He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

He defeated a peak True God with a single move during the early stages of the True God realm.

Such an event is rarely recorded in the entire history of the empire.

Zhu Wutong knelt on the ground, looking up at the little girl standing in front of Yun Yi, hands on her hips, with a smug look on her face. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

Zhu Heng's mind was buzzing, and he felt that all his understanding of his life had been overturned at this moment.

After doing all this, Yunling clapped her hands, turned around, and skipped back to Yunyi's side.

She tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling, as if waiting for praise.

"Brother, how was it?" she asked, her tone tinged with barely concealed smugness. "Wasn't I amazing?"

Yun Yi glanced at her.

"It's acceptable."

He said it in a flat tone.

Yunling's lips twitched.

The corners of the Zhu family members' mouths twitched simultaneously.

Is it acceptable?

A True God in the early stage defeating a True God at the peak stage and a True God in the middle stage in one move—is that considered acceptable?

What makes something good?

However, Yun Yi didn't pay attention to their reactions.

He withdrew his gaze, looking past Yunling, past the Zhu family members, past the three True God Ancestors, and looked at the sky above that was slowly darkening.

Above the sky, the clouds that had been torn apart by the pressure of the true god had somehow regrouped.

This time, however, the clouds were no longer pale gold, but iron gray.

Twelve points of light burst forth from the clouds, growing closer and larger.

Those were twelve starships.

Unlike the Zhu family's Vermilion Bird warships, these twelve warships were entirely silver-white, with long hulls and a soaring eagle carved on the bow. A deep blue gem was inlaid in the eagle's eye, radiating a cold light.

The same logo is branded on the hull of every warship.

Human Empire.

Patrol Division.

Everyone in the Zhu family saw it.

Patrol Division.

The core violent institution of the human empire, specifically managing the Thirty-Three Heavens, is responsible for adjudicating any conflicts involving true gods.

The twelve patrol ships represent twelve patrol envoys who are at the pinnacle of true godhood.

That was the empire's most powerful force.

Twelve warships slowly descended outside the Vermilion Bird Palace, and the hatches of each ship opened simultaneously.

Twelve figures emerged from the warship.

They were dressed in uniform silver-white robes, with different faces, some male and some female, some old and some young, but each of them was surrounded by the same aura.

Peak of true godhood.

Twelve peak True Gods descended simultaneously.

The air in the entire area became thick and viscous, and the oppressive feeling was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Zhu Wushen stood in the air, looking at the twelve figures, the last trace of color draining from his face.

If we were to say that an hour ago he really hoped the Patrol Division would appear, it would be because at that time he had already concluded that the Zhu family was in grave danger and only the Patrol Division could save them.

But now he doesn't want the Xunge Division to appear, because the Zhu family has already won.

More importantly, it seems that an imperial prince also died.

Therefore, at this moment he did not want the other party to arrive at all.

But the twelve people didn't look at him.

Their gazes were fixed in the same direction from the very beginning.

The six-year-old child in front of the Vermilion Bird Palace.

Leading the group was a middle-aged woman with a stern face. She wore a silver-white robe of the Patrol Division, with a golden eagle embroidered on her left breast, the insignia of the Patrol Division's Grand Deacon.

She walked up to Yun Yi, stopped, looked down at the six-year-old child, and then spoke, her voice cold and devoid of warmth.

"Yunyi".

"As an extraterrestrial demon hiding within the human empire, intending to destroy it, do you know your crime?"

Yun Yi looked at the woman pointing at him, his face expressionless.

Yunling, who was standing next to her, spoke first.

The little girl stood with her hands on her hips, head tilted back, her tone filled with undisguised disdain:

"You should at least choose your targets carefully when you slander someone, okay?"

She took a step forward, blocking Yun Yi's path, her eyes fixed on Shen Can, and said, word by word, "As someone recognized by the Jade Emperor, do you consider such a person to be an extraterrestrial demon?"

She scoffed, raising her voice a few decibels: "You might as well say you're the imposter, the real extraterrestrial demon."

She paused, her gaze sharp.

"Shen Can, a Level 4 access user from the Paradise of Reincarnation, disguised as a patrol officer."

The moment the last two words were uttered, Shen Can's heart skipped a beat.

As a top-notch master of disguise, no one knew her identity before the operation except for her four teammates, yet this guy saw through her in a single sentence.

But she showed no reaction on her face, and instead spoke directly, her tone as cold as ever.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

She raised her hand, and a jade token appeared in her palm.

The token was entirely black, with densely packed golden patterns engraved on its surface. In the center was a flamboyant "诛" (Zhu) character, surrounded by extremely complex array runes.

Imperial execution order.

"This is an execution order personally issued by the highest levels of the empire."

Shen Can's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present: "Slay all the demons from beyond the realm."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"Yun Yi, the new head of the Zhu family, has shown unparalleled command ability since he was six years old. He is already so mature that he doesn't seem like a six-year-old child."

"According to multiple investigations by the highest levels of the empire, it has been confirmed that it was an extraterrestrial demon in disguise who infiltrated the empire with the intention of undermining it from within."

She retrieved the token and put her hands behind her back.

"This execution order is here. Anyone who dares to obstruct it will be punished as an accomplice."

The golden runes on the token emitted a faint light, a light that carried an extremely ancient and unquestionable majesty.

Zhu Wushen stood at a distance, and his expression changed the moment he saw the token.

He had lived for over a thousand years and had seen the imperial execution order.

That thing is real.

The radiance of those runes, the oppressive aura, the powerful presence—they couldn't be faked.

"Execution order..." he murmured, his voice hoarse.

Zhu Wutong knelt on the ground, looking up at the token, his lips trembling.

Zhu Changfeng and the other dozen or so elders looked at each other, their faces growing increasingly grim.

An order to kill.

An order from the highest levels of the empire.

Is that six-year-old patriarch really a demon from beyond the realm?

Zhu Changfeng's mind was in turmoil.

He recalled everything that had happened over the past ten days.

Yun Yi became the head of the family, destroyed the Luo family, pacified dozens of clans, annihilated the allied forces of the three major families, delivered a precise strike that caused Zhu Huangshen's death, and Zhu Wushen's three resurrections.

A six-year-old child with seventh-tier combat power, the blood of three gods, a flawless plan, and the power to reverse life and death with a single word.

Is it really possible for a six-year-old child to do all this?

Zhu Changfeng suddenly felt a chill down his back.

His gaze toward Yun Yi gradually shifted from fervor and worship to something complex, tinged with fear.

Zhu Wutong also fell silent.

He knelt on the ground, his mind racing, recalling the terrifyingly precise plans, the landing points of the three Vermilion Phoenix Divine Falls, and the timing of the four aircraft carriers' encirclement and annihilation.

What if... what if these are not abilities that a six-year-old child should have?

What if these really came from an extraterrestrial demon?

Shen Can watched the changing expressions on the faces of the Zhu family members, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

"The Zhu family members."

She spoke, her voice cold and clear, "Are you going to protect this extraterrestrial demon?" She took a step forward, the pressure of a peak True God silently spreading out, "To be an enemy of the Empire?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of the Zhu family.

To be an enemy of the empire.

The weight was so heavy it was suffocating.