After shouting at Yuk Hong, the burly man coldly looked at Lu Ye: "I really haven't killed anyone from Moon Jade before. If you seek your own death, don't blame others."

Gurulu...

A rolling sound rang out, and the group of people all looked down in astonishment at the thing that suddenly appeared at Lu Ye's feet, about the size of a baby's fist.

It looked like a dice, but no one noticed when it appeared. It tumbled a few times before slowly coming to a stop.

A ghostly light flashed and quickly gathered into a large character.

Kill!

The word 'kill' transformed back into ghostly light, suddenly diving into Lu Ye's brow and vanishing.

The next moment, an incredibly terrifying, almost tangible killing intent suddenly erupted from Lu Ye, drawing everyone's attention. At this moment, a translucent substance was visibly wriggling and condensing over Lu Ye's body, as if it were alive, emanating extreme eeriness.

Even more shocking was that this translucent, wriggling substance occasionally formed twisted human faces that silently howled, making for a terrifying sight to behold.

"What the hell is this?" The burly man, about to give an order, had a change in expression. What he saw had surpassed his understanding. Looking at the constantly appearing and disappearing twisted faces, he felt a chill down his spine.

What alarmed him even more was the killing intent on Lu Ye. It was hard to imagine such a potent aura existing in this world without experiencing it firsthand.

Everyone was stunned, and Lu Ye was just as shocked.

Aqiduo had previously told him that the Dice of Fate would roll once whenever a cultivator entered a training scenario in the Asura Field, regardless of their will. It seemed to be true.

He just didn't expect it to roll a 'kill' character this time!

Is it really possible to roll such a character? This thing never ceases to surprise.

He hadn't released any killing intent himself, so what gathered over his body was undoubtedly the mysterious power of the Dice of Fate.

"Why aren't you taking action?" Yuk Hong cried out, feeling something ominous amidst the shadows.

The burly man also sensed it and immediately waved his big hand: "Kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was the first to charge at Lu Ye, and simultaneously, countless attacks from all directions poured down on the area where Lu Ye stood.

Lu Ye raised his hand, gripped his saber, and fiercely urged his spirit force. In an instant, multiple Sacred Guard Spirit Runes assembled and fit together, enveloping himself and Yuk Yaorao behind him.

The Boulder Mountain Saber slowly unsheathed, moving forward with deliberate slowness for a slash.

In that instant, the burly man, who was swinging his fist toward Lu Ye, suddenly changed his expression. Along with the slash came the terrifying, unparalleled killing intent, which instantly consumed his mind. In his vision, what was originally not a particularly tall figure now seemed to overshadow the sky, ferociously terrifying.

In the moment his mind was seized, all his spirit force became chaotic, and the fierce swing he unleashed contained less than half of its intended power!

And then there was pain...

The entire person froze there.

Vivid light engulfed Lu Ye and Yuk Yaorao's figures simultaneously. Standing in the distance, Yuk Hong's eyes widened. But the next instant, her face turned pale, for neither this suddenly summoned wild man nor that bitch Yuk Yaorao had any injury on them—the entire onslaught had been thwarted.

She looked back at the burly man, suddenly witnessing a horrifying scene; a blood line appeared on the burly man's body, accompanied by the sound of a soft pop, and he split in two.

Boundless clamor abruptly turned into silence.

"Stay away," Lu Ye's voice echoed by Yuk Yaorao's ear, and his entire figure surged forward.

Screaming echoed one after another as knife flashes appeared and disappeared, and shadow after shadow fell to the ground. Yuk Hong's heart felt cold as she desperately infused her spirit force into her eyes, but she couldn't trace the enemy's movements. He moved back and forth, like a spectral bewitchment, and in just a moment, thirty shadows disappeared into specks of light.

"Impossible!" Yuk Hong couldn't accept the reality before her. In her view, even if this summoned person truly had Moon Jade cultivation, they should be suppressed to only exhibit Constellation level strength, and her group should have been enough to take him down.

Yet despite their numbers, her side was falling like wheat before the wind. Wherever that person's figure passed, someone would inevitably perish.

This is Moon Jade?

It shouldn't be; Jiuxuan also has Moon Jade cultivators, but even the most powerful Moon Jade, when suppressed, shouldn't be this strong.

What is with this person?

Abruptly, that merciless figure came to a halt. Yuk Hong looked closely, seeing no trace of bloodstain on his body, not even showing a hint of labored breathing. The massacre moments ago seemed to be nothing more than butchery to him.

Bodies turned into specks of light, dissipating, and besides her, only five remained standing in the field.

In just under 5 breaths, over a hundred Constellation cultivators died like this!

Yuk Yaorao was greatly shaken. Before deciding to summon Lu Ye, albeit believing that Lu Ye could indeed help her resolve the crisis, she had never expected the process to be so effortless.

Is this the heavy weight of being at the top of the Moon Jade Ranking?

Lu Ye turned his head to the side, where a sinister-faced, lanky cultivator stood, holding Meatball, having remained motionless from beginning to end.

At this moment, he no longer bore the previous sinister expression, but was left with boundless fear and unease.

Seeing Lu Ye looking at him, the lanky cultivator swiftly drew the longsword from his waist and placed it against Meatball's fair neck: "Don't... don't come over, or I'll kill her!"

Meatball's cultivation was sealed, the Sharpness longsword at her neck immediately carved a bloodstain, causing her to whimper softly in a pitiful manner. Though her life and death were beyond her control, an unusual light gleamed in her eyes as she looked at Lu Ye imploringly: "Help!"

Lu Ye walked steadily toward her, holding the longsword: "Rest assured, I'll have him buried with you!"

That's useless! Meatball felt the panic in the cultivator behind her and the pain at her neck, almost bringing her to tears.

"Don't come over!" In sheer terror, the lanky cultivator retreated involuntarily while shouting, and the captive Meatball could only follow him back.

"Die!" Lu Ye's longsword suddenly slashed forward.

The breath of death enveloped her. Meatball tightly shut her eyes, lamenting internally, never expecting to die in such a place, and the one to kill her was the rescuer summoned by Yuk Yaorao.

This manner of death... how laughable, yet sorrowful.

The next moment, she felt a force drive her from behind, propelling her away, and when she reopened her eyes, she had crashed into a wide embrace.

Not having time to relish it, she was casually tossed aside, like a small cat, then heard a scream.

Rising in disarray, Meatball checked her condition, unable to resist a grin: "I'm not dead! I'm alive!"

Not until this moment did she realize that the lanky cultivator couldn't bear the immense pressure in his heart, pushing her out to block the blade at a life-and-death crisis...

Turning her head swiftly, she saw that the summoned rescuer was indeed standing before a corpse, the lanky cultivator having been slain with one stroke.

The lanky cultivator was dead, leaving only four people alive at the scene.

Meatball turned to the side, witnessing Yuk Yaorao and Yuk Hong staring at each other; the former's expression was cold as ice, while the latter had lost her previous triumph and arrogance, leaving only overwhelming fear and panic, her gaze sporadically darting to Lu Ye, appearing to want to flee but not daring to move recklessly.

Clearly, Lu Ye's killing had intimidated her. As a Constellation, she naturally knew what level a Constellation should be, but the strength exhibited by the rescuer summoned by Yuk Yaorao was utterly beyond imagination, with nearly a hundred people slaughtered cleanly; even a Moon Jade wouldn't be so swift and efficient.

In the awkward silence, Yuk Hong managed a slight smile: "Yaorao..."

Yuk Yaorao turned to Lu Ye: "Senior brother, could I trouble you with one more task?"

Before her words settled, Lu Ye's figure suddenly vanished, reappearing behind Yuk Hong, gently thrusting the Boulder Mountain Saber forward.

Yuk Hong seemed aware yet had no time to evade, her body stiffened, lowering her gaze to see a portion of the saber's blade piercing through her chest.

In her final moments, she gazed at Yuk Yaorao, her expression exceedingly complex, seemingly remorseful, but with more unwillingness.

The longsword withdrew, and Yuk Hong collapsed, the earth beneath her stained crimson with blood.

Yuk Yaorao bit her lip, averting her gaze from Yuk Hong's corpse, feeling as if her strength had been entirely drained, collapsing onto the ground.

Lu Ye watched her from the side, not moving.

Meatball sighed softly, silently approaching to enfold Yuk Yaorao into her embrace.

"Wow..." Yuk Yaorao began crying, her sobs heart-wrenching, soon soaking Meatball's shoulder with tears.

After a long while, Yuk Yaorao gradually calmed down, raising her head only to find Lu Ye's figure no longer present; she hadn't noticed when Lu Ye departed...

The surrounding scenery began to solidify and fragment, clearly indicating the conclusion of this ordeal.

At Haichuan Tower, Lu Ye returned to continue assisting the Sky Asura Race's people with solving the bloodline curse poison issues.

Tackling several Constellations wasn't much of a deal for him. Even though his cultivation was suppressed and only able to manifest Constellation level power, he had long reached Perfection at this stage; being his opponents was doomed for those crooked and unruly ones, especially with the boundless lethal threat bolstered by the Dice of Fate, under such penetrating menace, any enemy facing him would suffer mental collapse.

As for Yuk Yaorao... she was ultimately a cultivator; though betrayed, for any cultivator, anything unable to defeat them transforms into capital for their strength.

Thus, Lu Ye was not worried about Yuk Yaorao's ability to navigate through this, thinking she merely needed some time.

Having stayed here with the Sky Asura for almost a year now, usually solving bloodline curse poison issues or poring through jade slips at Haichuan Tower, such life was rather dull for Lu Ye; Yuk Yaorao's summoning provided a welcome opportunity for him to stretch his muscles, his mood considerably brightened.