"Daoist Ye."
The Lord of Spirits and the Master of Destruction wore complicated expressions, cupping their hands toward Ye Xuan in a salute, which counted as having greeted him.
"Daoist Ye, we have not t for many years; your Cultivation has beco even more unfathomable."
The Lord of Chaos looked at Ye Xuan with a complicated expression. Ye Xuan appearing alive was within his expectations, yet when Ye Xuan truly appeared before him, there was still a faint sense of helplessness in his heart.
"Master, please take the main seat."
Ye Xuanmo’s sleeve swept across the Heavenly Vault, and a Supre throne manifested. His entire bearing was one of utmost reverence.
Ye Xuan rose into the heavens, sitting lightly upon the Supre throne, overlooking the Supres present with a condescending posture.
Hiss!
Such a scene made beings from all sides suck in a cold breath, and a clamor of shocked voices quietly arose.
"Who is he?"
"Even the Lord of Extre Demon calls him Master?"
"Don’t be stupid. Didn’t you see all these Supres addressing him as Daoist?"
"He is Ye Xuan, the Emperor of Heaven Burying, the greatest terror of the previous Epoch. I never thought he would still be alive!"
All sorts of horrified discussions spread, and so veteran Sect Hierarch–level figures spoke with trembling voices, explaining Ye Xuan’s origins to those who did not know his identity.
"The Emperor of Heaven Burying?"
"Could it be that he is also a Supre of the Ages?"
"That can’t be right. There are eleven Supres of the Ages. Why have I never heard of this Emperor of Heaven Burying?"
Soone cried out in shock, clearly having no understanding of Ye Xuan’s past.
"Although the Emperor of Heaven Burying is not a Supre, he stands on equal footing with them, and is the only great figure since ancient tis who can be ranked alongside the Supres." A veteran Sect Hierarch explained in a hushed voice.
So other old Sect Hierarchs also uncovered dust-laden history, recounting so of Ye Xuan’s past feats, which made the beings from all sides repeatedly gasp in fright; eyes that had been rely suspicious now turned into gazes of reverence.
Suppressing Great Sects in all directions, slaughtering Supres of the Ages, sweeping across all heavenly enemies, and even nurturing three disciples who beca Supres.
When these deeds were spoken of one by one, beings from all sides drew in cold breaths, and those whose minds were weaker even had their teeth chattering.
"Everyone, my Master has ordered to preside over the Eleventh Epoch. Does anyone have any objections now?"
Ye Xuanmo looked at the Supres present with undisguised arrogance, the corners of his lips curling in pride. At this mont Ye Xuan was his backing, and naturally his confidence was overflowing.
"What a petty villain’s face. This is not a place where you are qualified to speak."
Boom!
The Master of Fate soared into the heavens, terrifying Power of Fate rippling out. His eyes stared straight at Ye Xuan, paying Ye Xuanmo no attention at all.
"Ye Xuan, you should not have appeared." the Master of Fate said coldly, devoid of emotion.
"Heh heh."
Ye Xuan rose from the Supre throne and walked toward the Master of Fate with an indifferent air, the corners of his lips curling into a strange smile as he said, "Fate, knowing that this Conclave of Dominion was deliberately arranged by , you still dared to co. I must say, your courage truly is great. Are you not afraid of dying here?"
"Just by you?"
The Master of Fate rarely smiled, for he revereed the Path of Fate and rarely showed a smile on his face. Yet in this mont he laughed, though his laugh was utterly rciless, as if he had heard an imnse joke.
"Just by , it is more than enough to kill you." Ye Xuan responded blandly.
"Very well. This Lord shall see, after an entire Epoch, after these more than seven hundred million years, to what extent you have grown, that you dare to utter such wild words before this Lord. Do you take for the Undying of those years?"
The Master of Fate spoke with cold ruthlessness. He could naturally sense the threat Ye Xuan brought him; clearly, Ye Xuan was no longer what he had been, and had beco even more powerful and terrifying than in the past.
But who was he?
He was the Master of Fate, who governed the fates of all Spirits, and moreover the second Supre of the Chaotic Universe. Why should he fear Ye Xuan?
"A re Supre, and you dare to be insolent?" Ye Xuan’s expression grew cold. Perhaps in the past he had still feared the Master of Fate a little, but now he no longer put him in his eyes at all.
Rumble!
Heaven and Earth shook, fate rciless, as strand after strand of terrifying Power of Fate surged into the sky, piercing through the starry cosmos. In this mont the Master of Fate elevated his Cultivation to the absolute peak, his terror boundless, unviewable by mortal eyes.
"Co, let see what ability you have. Today we shall also settle the old grudge between you and ." Ye Xuan said calmly.
"You two Daoists can talk things over. Why must you fight to the death?"
All of a sudden, before the two could strike, the Lord of Chaos hastily moved to stand between them.
But this ti, Ye Xuan gave him no face at all, instead speaking coldly, "Chaos, back then you borrowed the Undying Chaos Divine Mirror to harm . You must give an explanation for this matter. After I tidy up this piece of trash Fate, you and I should also conclude this karmic debt."
"You...?"
The Lord of Chaos’s expression changed drastically. He had not expected Ye Xuan to bring this up at such a mont. Was he not afraid that Chaos would join hands with Fate?
Yet the Lord of Chaos hesitated inwardly and did not make such a decision, while the Master of Fate had long since lost his patience.
"Chaos, I have long said he is an aberration that must be killed. Since you have always wavered, at this mont I alone am enough to kill him. You, step aside at once." the Master of Fate shouted coldly.
The Lord of Chaos’s eyes flickered and he directly withdrew from the battlefield. Since Fate wished to make a move, he might as well see what level Ye Xuan’s Cultivation had reached now, then decide what to do next.
"Ye Xuan, no matter how sky–piercing your Cultivation is, beneath Fate you still shall be reduced to ashes and die."
Rumble!
Throughout the ancient Changtian, Fate endured. This stretch of Heaven and Earth was exploding in terrifying fashion, proving that the Master of Fate regarded Ye Xuan as an unprecedented great enemy, and had already resolved to stake his life in this battle.
"You talk too much nonsense, just like your people—nothing but trash." Ye Xuan mocked indifferently.
A Supre of the Ages being called trash—since the birth of the Chaotic Universe, only Ye Xuan had dared to say such a thing; this left all beings from every side shuddering, speechless.
"Fate is like Heaven; all Laws are annihilated!"
Chi chi chi!
The Master of Fate ford seals with both hands, directly condensing a terminal Slaughter Technique of fate. Instantly, billions of miles of Heaven and Earth collapsed in terror, and a Hand of Fate manifested.
"Go!"
The other Supres’ expressions shifted slightly. A battle between these two would be world–destroying, so they all instantly relocated away. Ye Xuanmo also moved the entire Extre Demon Temple away, not daring to linger in the battlefield; otherwise his Daoist lineage would be reduced to ashes.
"Kill!"
Fate was rciless, annihilating all things. That terrifying Hand of Fate descended upon Ye Xuan like the ancient azure sky, seeking to Suppress him.
Rumble!
With this strike, Heaven and Earth collapsed, all things ceased to exist. Billions of miles of void were directly blasted apart, countless black fissures appearing.
"You are truly pitifully weak. With just this bit of Cultivation you dare to fight ?" Ye Xuan’s contempt was absolute.
Rumble!
Then sothing terrifying occurred. The Twelve Heavenly Gates rose up behind Ye Xuan, blazing like twelve scorching great suns, rotating with horrific majesty and unleashing an unprecedented, dreadful might.
Boom!
The Hand of Fate had already fallen. Billions of miles of land sank into terrifying ruin; endless mountain ranges turned to dust, and countless living beings died miserably beneath that single strike of Fate.
Yet what happened next was far too strange and horrifying, making the other watching Supres fall silent in dread, sucking in cold breaths as they stared at Ye Xuan with extre shock.
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