“Even you…!”

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Wei Zhou glared at the several figures emerging from the shadows, questioning them. Behind his back, his hands gestured to Ye Chuxiao, urging him to quickly find a replacement for the precious pearl and embed it into the altar to reactivate it.

One of the figures stepped forward, pulling down the hood of his hoodie to reveal a face with tattoos covering half of it.

This man was called Cao Ke. He had once been one of Ye Chuxiao's most fervent followers. In the past few months, he had repeatedly engaged in fierce, bloody conflicts with those who dared to slander Ye Chuxiao.

His fervor seemed so natural and perfectly executed.

It was hard to believe that he was actually a pre-arranged ‘sleeper agent.’

“Of course, I know. I’m helping Wang Sheng achieve complete sainthood. While he lives, he’ll have flaws and vulnerabilities. But once he’s dead, he’ll become eternal, perfect, and without any imperfections. No one will be able to slander him or speak ill of him. He will be further elevated, becoming the faith of countless people.”

“Perhaps one day, a deity named ‘Wang Shirui’ will be born in our world, becoming the master and manager of the spirit roots.”

“He will truly reign over this world, controlling everything in it.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Cao Ke said with fanaticism.

Wei Zhou simply said coldly, “You’re insane!”

Wei Zhou had no intention of arguing with Cao Ke at this moment, regardless of whether the powerful cultivators in charge of this world would allow the name ‘Wang Shirui’ to be circulated indefinitely.

Leading to the formation of a truly massive and unified faith, and thereby creating a god.

“Stop talking nonsense and just kill them all. Can’t you see she’s stalling for time?” A woman’s voice rang out.

This woman also emerged from the shadows, revealing her face. She was one of the maids who had served Ye Chuxiao in the past.

Ye Chuxiao remembered that this woman was a relatively rare music cultivator, skilled in playing the *dongxiao* (vertical bamboo flute). He had fought her before. In close combat, the woman had little ability to resist, but if the distance was increased, or in a group battle, she could use the music she played to apply buffs to her allies and hinder her enemies.

At the same time, the music could be infused with energy, condensing into invisible blades with considerable killing power.

“Han Xiao! You want to kill me too?” Ye Chuxiao ignored Wei Zhou’s prompting glances, stepped down from the altar, and asked the woman in a celadon-colored *qipao* (traditional Chinese dress).

Han Xiao seemed slightly flustered upon hearing this, flicking her hair before forcing a calm smile and saying, “Sorry, Young Master Wang, these are the orders I received. I was never really one of your people to begin with!”

“If that’s the case, then I can rest assured,” Ye Chuxiao said after hearing this.

“Aren’t you here to kill me?”

“Then come at me together!”

“Don’t waste time, lest something else changes.”

Before Ye Chuxiao could finish speaking, a hidden poison dart shot towards him.

It wasn’t Han Xiao or Cao Ke who made the first move, but another cultivator who had been lurking in wait.

Judging by appearances, Ye Chuxiao didn’t recognize him at all.

Clearly, those who wanted to kill Ye Chuxiao in Stormwind Sea didn’t trust Han Xiao, Cao Ke, and the others.

Afraid that they would defect, they had arranged for strangers to come and monitor them while also taking on the primary task of killing Ye Chuxiao.

Ye Chuxiao reached out and pulled a gleaming treasured saber from his storage bracelet.

Holding the saber in one hand, he slashed upwards with a backhand.

A violent saber light flew out, instantly engulfing most of the secret room.

Ye Chuxiao’s saber strike targeted not only the one who attacked first, but also everyone else in the secret room who had come to intercept him.

Faced with Ye Chuxiao’s light-like, tidal wave of saber light, everyone present was greatly shocked.

As everyone knew, once a cultivator broke through to the Energy Realm (Neng Jing), they could use the energy of heaven and earth to replenish their own consumption at any time.

Techniques that originally needed to be used sparingly, as well as some moves and spells that exceeded the original energy storage limit of the body, could be used more freely.

But even so, most cultivators could only borrow a limited amount of energy from heaven and earth at any given moment.

A relentless attack method like Ye Chuxiao's, as if it were endless, was still relatively rare.

“He wants to create chaos and escape, everyone hold on! After this wave of attacks, he will definitely have no energy left,” someone shouted in the tide of saber light.

A minute later, everyone caught in the midst of Ye Chuxiao’s saber light revealed expressions of horror.

The saber light that filled the entire space not only didn’t weaken or decrease in intensity, but instead became even more rampant and domineering.

The rampaging saber light was breaking through everything within the originally not-so-spacious secret room.

The metal walls were carved open, and deep scratches appeared on the thick hull of the warship, as if several layers had been scraped away.

“What grade is his spirit root? How can it continuously provide him with so much energy?” At this moment, those cultivators who had come to surround and kill Ye Chuxiao couldn’t help but wonder.

If Ye Chuxiao knew their doubts, he would definitely tell them that he could continue this output for a long, long time until he was exhausted.

Because this wasn’t even Ye Chuxiao’s true full-power state.

His energy consumption in a single moment wasn’t even comparable to his energy replenishment.

The God Tree Spirit Root, which surpassed the highest grade and whose exact classification was unknown, captured an unimaginable amount of energy from heaven and earth for Ye Chuxiao every moment.

Ye Chuxiao could unleash even stronger and fiercer attacks at any time.

What limited him, besides his lack of familiarity with this attack and execution method, was also his own lack of sufficient control over the violent energy.

“Retreat! Retreat first, seal off the entire secret room, and summon more manpower.” The besiegers, suppressed by Ye Chuxiao and unable to catch their breath, now felt like they were the ones being besieged.

Among them were cultivators in the Energy Realm (Neng Jing), the Suffering Realm (Ku Jing), and even the Mysterious Realm (Miao Jing) above the Energy Realm.

But at this moment, they all felt bitter, as if they were trapped in a sea of suffering and unable to extricate themselves.

“Want to leave?”

“You can’t escape!” Ye Chuxiao stepped forward. Beyond the crisscrossing saber light, a flying sword emerged from behind him. After swaying in the air, a single flying sword instantly split into two, two into four, and in an instant, it transformed into thousands of sword shadows.

The sword shadows flew out, like a giant sphere, enveloping every corner of the secret room.

No matter what path they cultivated, all the cultivators present felt powerless in the face of Ye Chuxiao’s saber light and sword shadows.

This was suppression by absolute power.

When the first death occurred, the group of cultivators who had originally come to surround and kill Ye Chuxiao began to collapse rapidly.

In just two or three minutes, they had all fallen beneath Ye Chuxiao’s saber and sword.

After the battle ended, only Ye Chuxiao and Wei Zhou stood in the ‘secret room,’ which was now leaking water and unrecognizable, facing each other.

Wei Zhou’s gaze towards Ye Chuxiao was now filled with panic.

“Do you have a spare small boat?” Ye Chuxiao asked Wei Zhou.

Wei Zhou nodded woodenly.

“That’s good! Then, see you next time!”

“Before I leave… let me show you something big!”

“I also want to know what the effect would be if I used my full power to unleash a single saber strike right now,” Ye Chuxiao said, looking at the ship’s deck above him that had already been penetrated, concentrating and gathering his strength.

In an instant, the God Tree Spirit Root trembled slightly in Ye Chuxiao’s spiritual platform.

The branches swept through the spiritual mist, and the violent, abundant energy of Stormwind Sea instantly converged towards the place where Ye Chuxiao was.

If one opened their Dharma Eye, they would see that a giant energy funnel had already formed.

Beneath the massive energy funnel, the originally spacious warship now looked as small as a lone leaf boat.