The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor Chapter 1695 - 1692: Zhen Suppression

The third blade began its slow descent from its sheath.

At that precise moment, a crushing sense of despair washed over the Earth Elder, the champion of the Four-Armed Clan, and the representative of the Sea Clan.

They had poured their entire essence into repelling the second strike, yet their adversary held a third one in reserve!

Splish splash ————

A soft, chilling sound rippled through the air.

All four arms of the Four-Armed Clan expert were severed instantly, while blood erupted like a geyser.

The Sea Clan powerhouse suffered a brutal cleaving of his lower torso, forcing him back into his true form: a colossal divine whale. It writhed in agony, roaring as it thrashed with only half a body remaining.

Only the Earth Elder stood unscathed, though his complexion was deathly pale.

In his grasp lay a shattered, fading fragment of a Divine Talisman.

The Earth Elder felt his heart ache; that talisman was a prized possession capable of weathering a blow from an Invincible Great Sage, and he had never intended to exhaust it here.

If only his mission had succeeded, it would have been worth the sacrifice to harvest rewards from the Divine King later.

But to squander such a treasure merely to survive a humiliating defensive stand? It was a total loss.

Was he angry?

He was beyond that; he was utterly helpless.

He had spent his life maneuvering others like pawns, only to be outplayed today by a mere youth.

Locking eyes with Ye Xuan, the Earth Elder drew a shaky breath and declared firmly, "Cease your movements."

With a subtle flick, Ye Xuan signaled for Qiao Xinyu to withdraw.

Qiao Xinyu sheathed his blades and receded into the shadows with disciplined silence.

His graceful exit underscored his absolute mastery. The Earth Elder noted the display with a heavy heart, confirming his suspicion: this youth was undoubtedly the commander of the group.

In contrast, Jiang Chengdao, while carrying the Hong Ding, had never truly posed a genuine threat.

Yet, none of that mattered now.

"You only seek intelligence regarding my sect from the three of us, is that not so?" the Earth Elder asked, his gaze fixed on Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan kept his hands tucked away, his expression serene and his eyes unfathomably deep as he replied, "Since you grasp the situation, spare me the long-winded excuses."

The Earth Elder flashed a crooked, sinister smile. "There are members of my sect infiltrated within Fu Lei Heaven. With their internal support, our arrival was guaranteed to be seamless."

"Who is the turncoat?" Jiang Chengdao blurted out, unable to contain his impatience.

The stakes were too high; if Qiao Xinyu hadn't intervened in time, the consequences would have been catastrophic.

The Earth Elder spared a cold glance for Jiang Chengdao. "It is, naturally, Qin Duancang."

"What!?"

Jiang Chengdao recoiled in shock, and the others mirrored his disbelief.

Qin Duancang? The Saint Master of Fu Lei Heaven and the ranking patriarch of the Four Great Families?

He was the mole?!

Splurt —————

A moment later, the Earth Elder coughed up a spray of blood, his face bleaching white.

Ye Xuan retracted his right hand and stated coldly, "That was your only chance to be truthful."

Qin Duancang? A traitor? Total nonsense.

If Ye Xuan lacked the insight to spot such a crude deception, he would never have allowed these captives to linger this long.

The Earth Elder clutched his chest, gasping for breath as his inner mana began to evaporate. The power acting upon him was bizarre and utterly resistant to his attempts at suppression.

Even the strength of a Great Daoist Sage proved useless here!

This individual... the Earth Elder’s eyes flickered with grim resolve. He had initially assumed that because Ye Xuan stayed his hand and let the mysterious woman fight, the youth himself was of little account. That delusion had been shattered in an instant.

This young man was far more terrifying than the woman.

He hadn't even witnessed the moment of the strike.

The Earth Elder inhaled deeply, focusing his remaining resolve on Ye Xuan. "Wang Litian."

Ye Xuan’s demeanor remained unchanged by the confession.

"The traitor is revealed. How do you intend to proceed?" the Earth Elder challenged.

Ye Xuan stared through him, his voice indifferent. "Do you truly believe that because you are a Great Daoist Sage, you are beyond my reach?"

The Earth Elder let out a harsh laugh. "And what do you think?"

Indeed, once a cultivator ascends to the Immortal Realm, permanent removal becomes a monumental task. Amongst peer-level combatants, death is rarely the outcome. Once they achieve the Great Sage Realm, true death becomes essentially impossible. These entities, especially those who can harmonize with the Heavenly Dao or the Great Dao, can simply reconstruct their existence even after physical destruction.

Furthermore, cultivators of this tier almost always keep avatars, making it impossible to discern if the entity before them is the original host or a fabricated likeness.

The Earth Elder remained confident for this very reason; even suppressed, he felt secure.

His confession about Wang Litian served a dual purpose: to probe Ye Xuan’s reaction and to discard Wang Litian, whom he now deemed a spent asset.

"There are many dungeons in this realm, but there is one known as the Soul Prison. Allow me to offer you a firsthand experience."

Ye Xuan smiled faintly and snapped his fingers.

A spectral beam of light flashed toward the center of the Earth Elder’s brow. He tried to evade it, but the mysterious force locked within him immobilized him instantly, forcing him to watch as the spectral light delved into his soul.

A bloodcurdling scream tore through Fu Lei Heaven as the Earth Elder’s body contorted in agony.

A cold dread gripped the nearby Sea Clan and Four-Armed Clan fighters.

When Ye Xuan had previously cast the Soul Prison upon the East Desolate Wolf, the primordial beast nearly faced total annihilation. This Earth Elder was strong, yet in this regard, he cracked far faster than the beast did.

Within a mere heartbeat, his physical form failed, forcing a reversion to his true state: a black-furred groundhog, once the size of a calf, now curled into a wretched, bleeding ball with shattered bones jutting outward.

His life force drained away with alarming speed.

Ignoring the suffering creature, Ye Xuan turned his attention to the contender from the Four-Armed Clan.

If Ye Xuan were the Divine King, he would certainly value this one the most. Both the Earth Elder and the Sea Clan whale had natural limits fixed at the Great Daoist Sage level.

But the Four-Armed Clan was different—it carried the bloodline of the Eight-Armed Giant God, meaning he possessed the potential to reach the True Destiny Great Sage Realm and, perhaps, eventually the Invincible Great Sage level.

Should he ascend that path, he would become a hegemon, even in the Heavenly Domain.

It was a gift of infinite potential.

As for the inner secrets of the Evil God Sect, Ye Xuan did not intend to rely on the words of these pawns. Only by tracking down the Divine King himself could he unearth the deeper truths.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ye Xuan unleashed the Emperor Soul, piercing forcefully into the depths of the Four-Armed Clan guardian’s psyche.

There, tucked away, lay a soul mark.

Experience dictated that this mark belonged to none other than the Divine King.

Ye Xuan’s lips curved into a sharp, knowing smile.