The surrounding cultivators from the Ancient God Clan teamed up but felt a mighty pressure nonetheless. Facing Ye Futian and his two companions, they were no longer as confident as before.

Whether it was Yu Sheng, Hua Jieyu, or Ye Futian himself, these three had far exceeded their expectations. Yu Sheng had smashed the arm of the Vajra Divine Child with a single blow—an injury that caused his opponent to exit the battlefield. Hua Jieyu blocked the two Ninth-Realm cultivators with a single telepathic thought. With her guarding by Ye Futian's side, the area around him was impervious to anyone's attack.

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As for Ye Futian himself, the Divine Requiem was getting more powerful. The sound of guqin seemed to contain powerful offensive force enough to destroy the Great Path. At the same time, sadness shrouded this space along with those beating musical notes; the entire space was under the influence of his rhythm.

If it were just Ye Futian alone playing the Divine Requiem by way of the Sonic Wave, perhaps he would not have been quite as effective in creating such a strong impact on these people. However, what he held in his hand was the divine guqin Yearning, transformed by the Beloved of Shenyin the Great. It also incorporated the soul of Shenyin the Great as a memorial of their tragic love story. This divine guqin itself had already carried an extreme sadness so that every note that jumped out was full of sorrow.

It didn't take long for the rhythmic storm to spread to the boundless void, and the entire world seemed to be covered in sorrow. Even Hua Jieyu was no exception; under this rhythmic storm, she could feel that sadness as well.

Of course, those sonic waves would not be attacking her, but they certainly concentrated all of their power directly on the minds of those cultivators from the Divine Prefecture.

Those Renhuang in the Eighth Realm were the first ones who could not bear this overwhelming sense of grief. Take, for instance, the Vajra Divine Child and the heir of the Infinite Palace. Although they possessed great willpower, the Divine Requiem was the dirge of all ages. That sadness, which hid deep within their souls, suddenly sprung forth as great sorrow gushed forth like a fountain. They were meant to be mired in that extreme sadness, and their souls were trapped deep inside the endless sorrow.

The cultivation of that cultivator in the Eighth Realm from Yuanshi Palace was extremely powerful. Terrible divine aurora shot out from his eyes as divine light lingered around him. A terrifying God-Punishing Will erupted from him, wanting to chase away the sadness, but his emotions were completely out of his own control. His mind recalled scenes long forgotten in the past, and they were all related to emotions hidden deep in his heart.

He reached out with his hands and attempted to move but found that his arms seemed to have stiffened. His Will tried to control the power of the Great Path to execute the attack. But as soon as his mind moved, God-Punishing Swords whistled but without the prowess they possessed previously. They seemed to function at a fraction of the power they had once. When his mind was unstable, how could he mobilize the full power of his Great Path?

In Yu Sheng's direction, a figure of the Heavenly Demon that had been summoned took a look yonder and then raised his hand to unleash a strike of the sword he held, which destroyed the God-Punishing Sword Will outright. Its unstoppable momentum aimed squarely at his opponent.

"Watch out!" the cultivator from Yuanshi Palace cautioned as a white-haired elder let out a soul-wrenching shout, so the spiritual soul of the heir from Yuanshi Palace felt almost concussed. However, this unexpected shock seemed to sober up his will a little. He used what little will he had to release the most brilliant Divine Light of the Great Path. Picture upon picture of God-Punishing Sword Matrix appeared in front of him, fiercely blasting forward.

The demonic blade slammed down with mighty force, and those pictures of the matrix were shattered as they were being blasted apart. The body of the Yuanshi Palace's heir flew backward, and the domineering Nine Slashes of the Heavenly Demon left a bloody mark on him.

"Can't even block it!" The hearts of the cultivators from Divine Prefecture trembled. The Renhuang in the Eighth Realm had cultivations higher than Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. But on the battlefield, Yu Sheng had urged the power of the demon gods, while Ye Futian resorted to the divine guqin of the Great Emperor. With their impeccable powers united up front, the Renhuang in the Eighth Realm were not their equal at all.

Of course, Yu Sheng also noticed that several cultivators in the Eighth Realm were affected by the rhythm. He rose into the air as the six demon gods he summoned pulled up the rear to form Heavenly Demon Blades at the same time. Profuse Demonic Will was now causing considerable obfuscation in the boundless space, while the blades chopped down simultaneously in different directions, trying to crush and expel these Renhuang in the Eighth Realm out of the battle first.

Under the Nine Slashes of the Heavenly Demon, the Heavenly Demon Sword Will appeared in the firmament like chaotic swordsmanship that could split open a corner of the sky. As they slammed down, they had no problem finding their targets in different directions. Several top genius talents in the Eighth Realm resisted with whatever means they had, but the result was the same. All of them were injured with a single blade attack, the force of which knocked them into the far distance.

Clang... The sound of guqin continued to invade their minds, shaking them down. The Divine Requiem delivered to the listeners a power that was enough to corrupt the spiritual soul; it was now directly attacking the spiritual souls of those cultivators in the Eighth Realm. A muffled groan came out of them as their faces paled. All of them were injured by the shock.

These cultivators from the Divine Prefecture had been relentless in forcing his hand. After dodging their provocation time and again, with these people refusing to give up, Ye Futian would no longer hold back.

These Eighth-Realm cultivators were all enchanting geniuses from top principalities. Although they had their own aces up their sleeves, it was ultimately difficult for them to persist under this kind of orchestrated attack. They found it difficult to play their aces. They were repelled and injured. They had no choice but to extract themselves from the battle.

The remaining cultivators in the Ninth Realm didn't bother to lend a hand either. As soon as they heard this composition, they knew there was no hope for these Renhuang in the Eighth Realm. Under the blanket effect of the guqin, even their own emotions were being overwhelmed; their will and spiritual souls were affected like never before. Therefore, these cultivators in the Eighth Realm would only be a burden if they stayed.

Ultimately, it was left for Ye Futian and Yu Sheng to expel several of these cultivators in the Eighth Realm off the battlefield and to retire them from battle.

The sound of guqin continued as before. As Ye Futian played, the rhythm was continuing to increase in strength. The vast and boundless world was covered by the rhythm, as traces of invisible sonic waves seeped into the minds of these cultivators in the Ninth Realm who were still on the battlefield. They stood there quietly, surrounded by the divine light before, but their eyes became more serious.

On the ground below, everyone from the Divine Prefecture quietly watched the situation developing in the void. At this moment, the battlefield was becoming quieter than before, but it seemed way more oppressed as well. There were not many left in that vast area up on high.

Ye Futian's party of three were up against the four Renhuang in the Ninth Realm from the Divine Prefecture. These four people were already at the peak of the Renhuang Realm, and they were well-known figures in the land of the Divine Prefecture, existences whose names rang throughout the world.

But now, these four cultivators were facing Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu, and Yu Sheng, with only one Ninth-Realm and two Seventh-Realm cultivators among them. It seemed that this was not a fair fight at all on the same level. However, considering that Ye Futian was using the divine guqin, and Yu Sheng had released the demonic Secret Arts to increase his combat effectiveness, there was a feeling that they actually had the ability to battle these higher-level cultivators.

As for the West Imperial Palace, they did not participate in this battle. Xi Chiyao looked at the battlefield high in the sky feeling some complicated emotions in her heart. It seemed that she greatly underestimated Ye Futian and his companions. She had thought that Ye Futian was the only top enchanting genius in his circle. She didn't expect that Hua Jieyu and Yu Sheng were also existences of a similar caliber.

However, this also confirmed her previous belief that Ye Futian was not as straightforward as he appeared. There must be some secrets they didn't know about him!