The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1274 - 484: Blood Splatters the Palace of the Gods_3

"Who is it? Who else is hiding among the guests, secretly opposing our Miemeng Clan?"

Miemeng Qiang clenched his teeth tightly, desperately scanning the crowd of beasts.

Seconds later, he spotted a pink princess bed, apparently concealing a being within.

Before he could observe closely, a person flew in on a sword, stretched out his hand, and with a flickering light, the princess bed immediately disappeared from its place.

"Damn it, it’s him again?"

"This person’s Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits are so strong, possessing Thunder Attribute is already enough, and on top of that, he has one that can manipulate souls?"

The one cursing wasn’t Miemeng Qiang, but Miemeng Miao.

This very ladylike beauty, frustrated to the point of suffocation, was left breathless.

"He has started to slay the members of the Far Flying Chickens clan..."

"Scary Bear, Ma Po, Far Flying Chickens—three core vassals of our Miemeng Clan, being slaughtered at the Heavenly Gods Banquet, wouldn’t our family become the biggest joke in the Heavenly Realm if this gets out?"

Miemeng Qiang could no longer sit still, his eyes filled with raging fury as he turned towards Miemeng Xu:

"Old Clan Leader, you’ve lost your legs, movement is difficult."

"But you’re the only one here who can make a move; if you cannot stop him, the loss to our family will be too great!"

"Indeed, if you don’t kill me now, you all will die."

With a flash of lightning, Ye Hanjun teleported ten miles instantly, floating directly above everyone, his light gaze sweeping downward.

"You..."

Overwhelmed by immense rage and astonishment, Miemeng Qiang pointed his finger right up to Ye Hanjun’s nose.

But as he regained his composure, and looked at his arm a second time, he found his entire right hand was severed without him knowing when, with golden sparks leaping from the wound, contorting his entire face in agony, and he collapsed to the ground weakly.

"My hand... my hand is gone..."

"I couldn’t see clearly at all... it was too fast..."

"Shua!"

The Summoning Array lights up continuously; four extremely old Holy Beast Kings lined up in front of Miemeng Xu:

"Your Excellency... aren’t you being too arrogant?"

"This is the territory of our Miemeng Clan, even if the Gods have no time to deal with you, humiliating my vassals, harming my family members, are you really prepared to be torn into thousands of pieces?"

"With this old, toothless Miemeng Divine Bird?"

Ye Hanjun glanced at the largest avian creature, feeling the divine vibrations it emitted, and scoffed:

"If the Miemeng Divine Bird hasn’t attained Divine Enthronement, wouldn’t you and your Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits be dead by now?"

"Sustaining life with Divine Blood, the youth of the divine bird reignited, paired with your SS-grade ’Son of Heaven’ title, no matter how old, it could still instantly kill a typical Holy King, right?"

As he spoke, Ye Hanjun flicked his finger, and Sword Thunder Child spun into his hand, fitting tightly with his palm.

"BOOM—"

As if thousands of thunders were ringing beside his ears, the divine vibrations hidden in the sword body spewed out without reservation.

The old looking Miemeng Divine Bird, instantly terrified, had the instinctual reaction to strike.

"Comparing Speed with Thunder Element, what were you thinking?"

Ye Hanjun swung a sword, cutting off Miemeng Qiang’s head, bypassing Miemeng Xu’s defenses forcefully.

Then, facing the almost self-destructive fierce gaze from Miemeng Xu, he swung his second sword, easily piercing through Miemeng Miao’s heart.

"No! You dare to sever the bloodline inheritance of my clan?!"

"Wait until the Supreme returns to position, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, your nine generations will be hunted down by us!"

"Is that so?"

Ye Hanjun chuckled lightly, a hint of pity in his eyes:

"Dare to kill our Sealing Emperor, have you not prepared yourselves to be killed?"

"Today, not only will every member of the Miemeng Clan die here."

"Including your Supreme, He too shall not leave; all will be buried here!"

"You... you are... from the Ye Family?"

Miemeng Xu’s pupils suddenly contracted to a point.

It seemed he remembered something, his face initially showing shock.

By the time his pupils gradually dilated and his head slipped towards the ground, the last gaze he held in this world was filled with profound despair.

"Clang!"

Jing Rui, Jing Gu, Thirty-six Star Ladybug King, and the Seven Swords Mantis Envoys, each dripping with cold sweat, cautiously retreated.

Even though Miemeng Xu was of a dying age, no one could save him.

But the power he could unleash in a life-risking counterattack was sure to match that of his prime.

An SS-grade Sealing Emperor, coupled with Supreme Holy Completion Divine Trace Lineage, plus other Holy Beast Kings.

This was a formation that could fight with False Gods, even capable of battling and slaying them.

This man, as if slaughtering dogs and butchering chickens—erased his life?

That sword—if it isn’t a half-step deity of the Lightning Series, what else could it be?

"Did we... meet somewhere before?"

Thirty-six Star Ladybug King, rubbing its insect limbs that knew not where to rest, plastered a smile on its face.

Ye Hanjun glanced at it, having seen this creature back on Earth God Mountain.

Although it now had a different appearance, the form and aura of Sword Thunder Child were unforgettable after one encounter.

"You remembered wrong."

Ye Hanjun answered indifferently, a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, Xiaochong also thinks it must have remembered wrong!"

The Thirty-six Star Ladybug King quickly nodded and bowed, scared of losing its head with one wrong word.

"Slash!!"

The Cross Thunder Sword spun, and before they could react, two Cloud Witch Goddesses and two Light Witch Goddesses, their delicate witch bodies were cleaved open.

By a twist of fate, because of the distance, a few drops of witch blood splattered into the Sprite Tomb camp.

The leaders, Jing Rui and Jing Gu, immediately screamed and ran backward:

"You, you, you... Killing the Miemeng Clan is one thing, but we have no quarrels with you, why kill us?"

"Need you be so panicked? I had a small friction with the Cloud Sea, and upon catching them, killed them on the spot."

Ye Hanjun said indifferently, stretching out his hand, summoning the scattered Miemeng fledgling carcasses and the witch carcasses, all into his storage ring:

"I heard that Sprite Tomb gave up the long-term friendly relationship with Totem Tomb, could it be specially for the Heavenly Realm, seeking to form a defensive and offensive alliance with the Miemeng Divine Bird?"

"This..."

The color of Jing Gu’s face turned red, then white, white then purple, finally stuttering and vaguely answering:

"We do not want to give up Totem Tomb, but it lacks sincerity, and even if we continue to collaborate, it’s only a facade of unity."

"As for the divine beings... to prove Divine Enthronement among the many Feather Clans, both talent and luck are indispensable; who wouldn’t favor such divine spirits? Look at Chili Sea, Gold God Mountain, Wooden God Mountain, Giant Kun Valley... aren’t they all covertly competing?"