When Sikong Zhaixing realized what he looked like, his face darkened instantly. He scrambled to grab his clothes and quickly put them on, covering the red dudou and red underpants he was wearing. Before today, he had never imagined himself exposed in such a humiliating way. To have people see him in those… his face burned with shame. He wished he could find something to cover his head.
Humiliation—this time, it was total.
"Damn it. I knew nothing good would come from running into that mangy dog. My hand… it's getting more out of control."
He glanced down at his own hand and silently prayed. Please, just don't lose control again. If it happens again, I'll really have to cut this thing off. My reputation will be completely ruined.
Still, no matter what, he wasn't about to take off his dudou and red underpants. They were treasures—his personal life-saving artifacts. With them on, at the very least, few could claim his life. When it came to survival, they were top-tier. Even the Green Emperor's green flames couldn't burn through those red underpants. It was a set—despite how blindingly garish it looked, nothing was more important than staying alive.
What was face worth compared to life?
"Green Emperor, get back here and let's hear what he has to say first."
The Green Emperor was laughing so hard he was rolling on the ground. Any killing intent he had earlier had been laughed away. At Yi Tianxing's call, he returned to the war chariot, though he continued laughing wildly.
"Fellow Daoist Yi! I finally found you. Thank goodness. A day apart feels like three autumns—we haven't met for years! I missed you so much!"
Sikong Zhaixing clutched his butt and bounced toward Yi Tianxing with enthusiasm.
Seeing this, Jia Xu and the others visibly tensed and even seemed to want to step back. His behavior was just too dangerous.
They couldn't help but remember Sikong's toxic-fart technique, and that rogue hand of his which had even stripped off his own clothes. What if he lost control again and came for theirs? It would be tragic. Better to keep a safe distance from such a hazardous man.
"Stop right there, Fart Demon! Stay ten meters away. If you come any closer, this emperor won't let it go. Not until one of us is dead!"
"My reputation, my dignity… it's all your fault, Green Emperor!"
Sikong Zhaixing's face twitched as he pointed angrily at the Green Emperor. He felt his good name had been thoroughly trashed.
"All right, Daoist Sikong. Why were you being chased? And what's this intelligence you spoke of?"
Yi Tianxing asked calmly.
"Hmph. Hand that thief over. Best stay out of this. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."
The Three-Eyed clansman sneered.
Though he seemed wary of Sikong's deadly flatulence, he showed no intention of leaving. Even the presence of Yi Tianxing and the Minotaur Chieftain didn't faze him. He exuded an air of natural arrogance and superiority.
The Three-Eyed Clan, also known as the Divine-Eyed Race, were born with a sense of nobility. They considered themselves far above other races and carried the pride of an ancient, powerful civilization with rich heritage and strong bloodlines. Their strength and influence rivaled any top-tier race—and often surpassed them. Their inherent talents made them natural elites.
"Who are you?"
Yi Tianxing glanced at him casually, his expression indifferent—he didn't even bother to acknowledge him fully.
You don't look at me with respect, so why should I do the same?
"Hmph. I am Tong Lan of the Divine-Eyed Race. That thief stole from the Twelfth Prince. By his decree, this man must be taken back to face punishment. No matter who you are, you'd best not meddle, or you'll bring disaster upon yourselves."
The Three-Eyed clansman, Tong Lan, spoke coldly.
"Oh? And what if I refuse?"
Yi Tianxing's tone turned cold as he stared at the man.
"Then you, and everyone behind you… will die."
Tong Lan declared without hesitation, his words laced with arrogance.
"Then you can die first."
Yi Tianxing's brow twitched, his eyes frosted over. He reached out—and a bronze battle spear appeared in his hand. With a swift motion, he thrust the spear directly at Tong Lan.
Crack!!
As the spear pierced forward, a blood-colored spear light tore through the sky, spanning dozens of meters in an instant. The air twisted in its wake as it ripped through space like divine thunder—intent on obliteration. The sheer might behind the spear carried hundreds of thousands of pounds of crushing force.
"You're courting death! You dare strike the Divine-Eyed Race?!"
Tong Lan's face twisted with fury. No one had ever dared act first against them—it was a slap in the face. A blatant act of disrespect.
"Ice Spear!"
He raised his staff, and a glowing ice spear burst forth to intercept the incoming attack.
Boom!!
Despite the force of the Ice Spear—equivalent to a top-tier Life Aperture Realm cultivator's full blow—it shattered the moment it met Yi Tianxing's spear. Fragments of ice exploded everywhere, utterly crushed.
"Storm!!"
Tong Lan's face changed dramatically. A powerful sense of death gripped him. The third eye on his forehead snapped open, and intense storm energy swirled into the surroundings. In that gaze, it was as if you could see a raging tempest.
Whoosh!
A cold blue light shot from his third eye, forming a massive tornado. Countless wind blades whirled within, slicing through the void with terrifying sharpness.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The spear collided with the storm. Wind blades clashed against it like a tidal wave, trying to wear it down, to break it. Even a Life Map Realm expert caught in that would be heavily injured.
But—it was not enough.
The spear pierced through the storm without resistance. The wind's twisting, shredding force couldn't even slow it down.
Boom!!
A crisp, grisly sound rang out as the spear impaled Tong Lan, instantly blasting his body into pieces, turning him into a cloud of blood mist.
Whoosh!!
At the moment of death, a blue eye shot out like a beam of light, fleeing into the distance in the blink of an eye—vanishing completely.
With one spear, a Divine-Eyed warrior had been annihilated.
"Damn! His soul got away—that eye's a treasure! Now that it escaped, there's no way this won't get out. We're definitely exposed now."
Sikong Zhaixing's mouth fell open in shock before he cried out.
That fleeing eye was clearly Tong Lan's third eye—undoubtedly a powerful treasure. If it had been captured, it could've become a top-tier artifact.
All of this happened in the span of a single breath. Yi Tianxing's strike was so fast, so overwhelming, Tong Lan hadn't even been able to fight back.
The savagery of that moment left everyone shaken.
Even the Minotaur Chieftain's gaze turned serious.
What he feared wasn't just Yi Tianxing's power—it was his decisiveness. To act without hesitation, to strike for the kill without a word more—that kind of will was more dangerous than any cultivation base.
"Human, you may have just made a big mistake. The Divine-Eyed Race is no ordinary race. They call themselves gods, and it's not just bluster. That one you killed was only Life Aperture Realm. True Divine-Eyed elites… their eyes can shatter all laws, defy all odds. They don't tolerate provocation. If you've slain one of theirs, it's blood feud. They won't stop until you're dead. You'd best return to War City."
The Minotaur Chieftain paused, then spoke gravely.
Clearly, he harbored deep dread toward the Divine-Eyed Race.
"Fellow Daoist Yi, I've got more news! A female human cultivator is being surrounded by those Three-Eyed freaks. They want to take her as a concubine. You can't just ignore this! If you don't act, Lady Yaoyue and the others are doomed!"
Sikong Zhaixing interjected urgently.
"Yaoyue? Who are you talking about?"
Yi Tianxing's body stiffened. His eyes flashed with intense light as he locked his gaze onto Sikong Zhaixing, his voice tight.
In his mind, an image surfaced instinctively—a figure etched deep in his heart.
He remembered the World's Top Martial Arts Tournament clearly, even now. The name Yaoyue had never faded from his memory.
"Of course, it's our old friend from the tournament back then—Fellow Daoist Yaoyue! Since we competed together, you have to help her."
Sikong Zhaixing said seriously.
"What exactly happened? Tell me everything—now."
Yi Tianxing drew in a deep breath and demanded with urgency.