[Host… where are we right now?]
The system's subtitles appeared, but unlike before, its tone sounded sluggish, almost like it had just woken up and was still groggy.
[Horn Constellation Realm? This place is actually the Horn Constellation Realm.]
[What happened? How did the host end up in the Horn Constellation Realm?]
[Wait—host, not only are you in the Horn Constellation Realm, you're inside the Ouyang Clan's main estate.]
[Warning! Warning! This area is extremely dangerous. Please find a way to escape immediately.]
[Five hundred years ago, the Ouyang Clan had already been the overlord of Linjiang City, possessing seven Insight God experts, with their strongest being at the pinnacle of Insight God.]
[Later, the Ouyang Clan obtained a great fortune in the Wasteland Realm, acquiring a fragment of an ancient Dao source, which caused their strength to skyrocket.]
[Now, the Ouyang Clan has over one hundred True Gods, and their most powerful ancestor has already stepped into the Refining God realm.]
[Now issuing mission: Host must escape from the Ouyang Clan...]
This time, Yang Cheng didn't even pause when he saw the system subtitles.
Meanwhile—
"How is that possible?"
The remaining Ouyang experts were stunned in disbelief.
Their attacks couldn't even scratch Yang Cheng!
Ouyang Lin's eyes were wide with horror as he tried to dodge, but it was already too late.
Just moments ago, he had thought Yang Cheng was doomed, so he had completely let down his guard.
Pu chi!
Ouyang Lin's eyes filled with shock.
A sword had pierced straight through his throat.
The next moment, his head flew into the air.
[...Host killed Ouyang Lin? That... that's impossible! Ouyang Lin was a pinnacle-level Insight God! You—]
[System mission update: Engage the Ouyang Clan in battle. Achievement value will depend on host's performance.]
[Mission reward: Dragon Fist Dao Domain (One-Star to Four-Star).]
Yang Cheng didn't stop. His wrist flipped, sword light roared, and two arcs of brilliance slashed across the air.
The two early-stage Insight Gods who had just moved to attack didn't even have time to scream before they were cut cleanly in half by his sword light.
[Host has slain two Ouyang Clan Insight Gods. Achievement rating: Glorious.]
[Reward granted: Two-Star Dragon Fist Dao Domain.]
As the single breath of the Undying Golden Light's duration ended, the golden glow across Yang Cheng's body began to fade.
But by now, the entire battle had turned upside down.
Of the Ouyang Clan's top experts, only three mid-stage Insight Gods remained—and all three were trembling in terror.
In the distance, two figures flew over.
It was Cang Dingtie and Cang Xuanji.
When Cang Xuanji saw the domineering figure standing within the Ouyang Clan's estate, her body trembled violently as she cried out, "Yang Cheng?"
"What did you say?"
Cang Dingtie's expression changed dramatically.
"Father," Cang Xuanji said, her voice shaking, "he… he's the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou from the Wasteland Realm—Yang Cheng."
"This… this..."
Cang Dingtie swallowed hard. "Daughter, someone like that—he's not a person we can afford to offend. We must do everything we can to stay on his good side."
Too terrifying.
The Ouyang Clan had six Insight Gods.
And yet, Yang Cheng had rampaged through their estate, killing three, including Ouyang Lin, their patriarch.
Someone like him—how could they even dare to cross him?
For some reason, a strange heat welled up in Cang Xuanji's chest.
Before, when Yang Cheng had controlled her, she'd felt deeply humiliated and resentful.
But now, seeing his sheer power and unshakable dominance, that resentment faded—replaced by something she couldn't describe.
Yang Cheng didn't even glance at the father and daughter.
"Shrinking the Earth to an Inch!"
His figure vanished from sight, instantly reappearing before one of the fleeing mid-stage Insight Gods of the Ouyang Clan.
He struck with his full strength.
One sword—instant kill.
The Ouyang expert didn't even have time to scream before his body split in half.
Then Yang Cheng moved to the second mid-stage Insight God.
Realizing he couldn't escape, the man roared and summoned a divine treasure—a small bell that rapidly expanded into a giant one, emanating a powerful defensive aura.
Yang Cheng's gaze remained calm.
The Divine Dragon Whip lashed out, coiling around the bell, locking it in place.
Then the Shura Dao Sword shot forth like lightning, piercing straight through the man's body.
And just like that, Yang Cheng had slain five mid-stage Insight Gods of the Ouyang Clan.
Only one remained—Huang San.
But before Yang Cheng could even move, the Golden Corpse Puppet had already smashed Huang San to death.
The puppet's strength matched that of a high-stage Insight God, while Huang San himself was already gravely injured. His death was completely predictable.
[Host has slain three more Insight God experts of the Ouyang Clan. Achievement rating: Outstanding.]
[Reward granted: Three-Star Dragon Fist Dao Domain.]
Swish!
Yang Cheng's figure flickered as he returned to the Ouyang Clan's main courtyard.
At that moment, every remaining member of the Ouyang Clan wore expressions of sheer terror.
Inside the great hall, an old man slowly walked out, leaning on a cane, his steps trembling.
This was the Ouyang Clan's Old Ancestor, who had retired from power two hundred years ago and handed authority over to Ouyang Lin.
From his frail figure and fading aura, it was clear he had once been an Insight God, but due to severe injuries, his cultivation had fallen drastically.
"Honored one," the old man said in a trembling voice, "my Ouyang Clan admits defeat. From this day forth, we are willing to submit to you."
"I refuse," Yang Cheng replied coldly.
"Why?" the old man asked, startled.
"To make an example," Yang Cheng said, his tone like ice.
"Make an example? Hah… what a fitting phrase."
The old man gave a miserable laugh.
The mighty Ouyang Clan, once the overlord of Linjiang City, reduced to a warning for others.
At that moment, despair filled his eyes.
But suddenly, a terrifying wave of destructive power erupted from within his body.
Peak Insight God Realm!
The old man was actually a pinnacle-level Insight God expert.
This old monster had watched Yang Cheng slaughter his clan, yet had not intervened. Even a moment ago, he had deliberately acted weak and submissive.
This man's deceit ran bone-deep.
Buzz!
His sword thrust forward like a bolt of lightning, stabbing straight toward Yang Cheng.
The distance was too close. Yang Cheng couldn't dodge in time and only managed to shift slightly.
Pu chi!
The sword pierced through Yang Cheng's left chest.
The old man's lips curled into a sinister grin.
He had observed for a long time, carefully analyzing Yang Cheng's abilities and hidden cards before making his move.
But in the very next second—
Something went wrong.
A horrifying suction force surged from deep within Yang Cheng's body.
The old man's face twisted in shock—he couldn't pull his sword out.
Worse still, his sword energy was being devoured at an alarming rate.
"No… what is this?"
Panic flashed across his eyes. He tried to pull back his true liquid, cutting off his sword energy.
But to his horror, he couldn't retrieve it. Instead, his true liquid was being forcibly converted into sword energy and swallowed whole.
Realization dawned on him in terror.
"You… you have another sword body hidden inside you!"
His voice shook.
His sword strike had been powerful enough to break through the Ancestral Dragon Sword Body, something that already defied the heavens.
So when he saw Yang Cheng unleash that body earlier, he had assumed it was his ultimate trump card.
Never had he imagined there was another one—hidden deeper still.
Yang Cheng's gaze was cold and emotionless.
He truly hadn't expected the Ouyang Clan to still have a hidden monster like this.
But the system's earlier warning had already revealed everything.
And once he knew an old ancestor remained, how could he not prepare?
The Primordial Devouring Sword Body roared to life at full strength.
Even as a pinnacle Insight God, the old man couldn't escape.
In just a few moments, half of his true liquid was devoured.
Not wanting to waste any more time or risk unexpected trouble, Yang Cheng swung his sword once more—
—and the old man's head fell cleanly to the ground.