Within five minutes, the freshly prepared food on the table had completely rotted and decayed, and swarms of black mosquitoes emerged from the spoiled food.


In the courtyard, a rooster, raised by the Wang family as a morning alarm, was suddenly swarmed by the mosquitoes.


Within ten seconds, the rooster screeched, flapped its wings frantically, and collapsed to the ground, convulsing in agony before dying.


From its feathers, an even larger cloud of black mosquitoes burst forth, swarming into the sky.


Like a black storm, the mosquitoes descended upon the crowd.


The courtyard erupted into chaos.


People screamed as they frantically dodged the swarm.


These black corpse mosquitoes were highly venomous—they didn’t just bite, they burrowed into the skin through the wounds.


The mosquitoes were tiny, only the size of grains of sand, but even a single bite would cause agonizing pain.


Victims would swell up horribly, their bodies distorting in pain.


The masters in the courtyard all desperately unleashed their skills—some threw talismans, some chanted incantations, while others dove under tables or jumped into the pond.


Screams and cries filled the air.


“What are these monstrous things?!” Song Wanting shrieked, her face pale with terror.


“These are corpse gu!” Bao Fugui gasped in horror. “They’re raised using infant corpses! This is a forbidden sorcery from Southern Xinjiang! I can’t believe Yu Jinghai practices something this wicked!”


Yu Jinghai laughed maniacally, his face twisted with cruelty.


“These corpse gu were refined from unborn fetuses! Their venom is the most lethal in the world! If you refuse to acknowledge me as your master, not a single one of you will leave here alive!”


As the mosquitoes multiplied, an elderly master was bitten repeatedly.


Within moments, his entire body swelled grotesquely, and black blood spurted from his mouth as he collapsed unconscious.


The sky darkened with the swarm, and the sheer number of mosquitoes made everyone’s scalp tingle in fear.


Even Song Wanting felt her heart pound with terror.


But then—she noticed something strange.


Ye Chen stood calmly amidst the chaos—completely untouched.


Not a single mosquito dared to approach him.


The moment any mosquito got too close, it instantly turned to black ash!


At that moment, Ye Chen stepped forward, his expression cold and unyielding.


He held a white shell-shaped talisman in his hand—


It was his Lightning Command Token, forged from the Sea Spirit Pearl and infused with thunder energy!


A faint, shimmering glow surrounded the talisman, while tiny sparks of lightning crackled around it.


Seeing this, Yu Jinghai’s expression twisted in disbelief.


“W-What…?!”


His voice trembled as he stared at Ye Chen, his confidence crumbling.


“How… is this possible…?”


Ye Chen walked through the mosquito swarm, completely unharmed, as if he were a divine being descending upon the mortal world.


His cold eyes locked onto Yu Jinghai.


“Impossible!” Yu Jinghai roared in frustration.


“The corpse gu are complete! No one in this world can resist them!”


Ye Chen sneered.


“Pathetic tricks like these, and you dare call yourself a master? Today, I’ll show you what true divine power is!”


He suddenly raised his voice—


“Lightning, descend!”


His words shook the heavens.


“BOOM!”


A thunderous roar erupted from the sky!


The previously clear sky darkened within seconds, as thick storm clouds rapidly gathered overhead.


Within moments, the entire sky was engulfed in rolling black clouds.


“This…!” Bao Fugui stared at the sky, completely stunned.


Even Song Wanting and the other masters were too shocked to speak.


Qin Gang trembled and murmured, “A miracle… this is a miracle…!”


The next instant—


A blinding bolt of silver lightning struck from the heavens!


“CRACK!”


The heavenly lightning struck the mosquito swarm, instantly vaporizing them into ashes!


The shockwave split tables, snapped trees in half, and filled the air with the acrid scent of burning flesh.


Yet—not a single person was harmed.


Ye Chen stood amidst the chaos, lightning crackling around him, his presence radiating divine might.


The courtyard was now drenched in rain, which washed away the ashes and purified the land.


The storm raged on for a few seconds, then…


Everything fell eerily silent.


At that moment, realization dawned on the crowd—


“He’s not human…! He’s a god!”


“Spare me, Master Ye! I was wrong!”


“Forgive me! I submit to you!”


Many fell to their knees, kowtowing repeatedly.


Even Qin Gang, who had previously doubted Ye Chen, hid under a table in terror.


But the divine lightning had been precise—it had only eradicated the mosquitoes.


Meanwhile, Yu Jinghai was trembling violently, his face drained of all color.


The gap in power was overwhelming.


For the first time, he realized he had provoked a force far beyond his comprehension.


Fear overwhelmed him, and he turned to flee.


“Trying to escape?”


Ye Chen’s voice was as cold as the abyss.


He pointed a finger at Yu Jinghai.


“Lightning, strike again!”


“BOOM!”


A bolt of heavenly lightning crashed down, striking Yu Jinghai directly.


His body convulsed violently, his hands spasming, and the black ceramic jar he was holding shattered into pieces.


His flesh burned, his muscles twitched, and he let out a tortured scream.


“Master Ye…! Spare me…!”


Ye Chen’s expression remained icy.


“Using unborn infants to refine gu… Your sins are unforgivable!”


“Heaven punishes evil! You will be judged by divine lightning! Do you accept your fate?!”


Yu Jinghai could not speak, his mouth gaping soundlessly.


Above him, the storm clouds rumbled—


He was doomed.


“BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!”


A final surge of lightning descended, striking Yu Jinghai repeatedly!


The self-proclaimed master, who moments ago was arrogant and invincible, died instantly.


His charred body lay in the courtyard, no longer recognizable as human.


A foul, burnt odor filled the air.


“Rain, cease. Wind, rise!”


With a wave of Ye Chen’s hand, the storm vanished, and a gentle breeze swept through the courtyard, carrying away the stench of death.


He stood calmly, as if nothing had happened.


But everyone around him was still frozen in shock.


Even Qin Aodong was trembling, realizing that if Ye Chen had truly wanted him dead, he would’ve been struck down in an instant.


“Master Ye… You are truly a god…!”


Qin Gang collapsed to his knees, pressing his hands together in prayer.


Even Wang Zhengang, who had plotted against Ye Chen, was now crawling forward on his knees, begging for mercy.


“Master Ye, please forgive me! I was blind to side with Yu Jinghai! I will serve you faithfully from now on!”


At that moment, Bao Fugui stepped forward.


“It is clear now—Master Ye is the rightful leader of the Nan Guang metaphysical world!”


There was no more dispute.


Everyone bowed in unison, shouting—


“Master Ye, please take command of Jinling!”