If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

Soon, the fleet sailed into a vast, boundless plain.

This plain is clearly the core territory of the White Elephant Clan; it is flat and rich in spiritual energy.

Looking into the distance, one can see massive palaces stretching out across the plains, layer upon layer, seemingly without end.

The golden dome shone brightly in the sunlight, like a continuous golden mountain range on the earth.

The fleet had barely reached the skies above the plains when there was already movement ahead.

Tens of thousands of Mahayana cultivators floated above the plain, forming a dark wall of people.

Each held a weapon in their hand, their auras blending together as if to press down on the entire sky.

Clearly, these people had been waiting here for a long time, intending to block the Ming Dynasty's fleet and prevent them from advancing any further.

With tens of thousands of Mahayana cultivators, this display would make any major power in the Federation think twice.

But Zhou Ming looked at these people without any expression on his face.

In his view, the White Elephant Clan's wealth was indeed much greater than that of the Azure Wolf Clan in the Spirit Void World.

But that's about it.

No matter how wealthy you are, it all depends on who you're standing in your way.

Zhou Ming flashed out of the warship and came to the vicinity of the tens of thousands of Mahayana stage cultivators.

He flipped his hand and took out "Fellow Daoist, please calm your anger." He pointed his longsword at the distance, and his voice, wrapped in magical power, swept across the entire plain like muffled thunder.

"White Elephant Clan, did you not see my announcement? Or do you simply not take me and the Ming Dynasty seriously at all?"

Zhou Ming's voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth, causing the spiritual light above the palace below to tremble slightly.

Upon hearing Zhou Ming's words, the tens of thousands of Mahayana cultivators above the plain collectively chose to remain silent.

They all turned their gaze to an old man standing at the very front of the army formation.

This old man did not appear to be a simple person. He was tall, with white beard and white eyebrows, but had a pair of extremely deep eyes.

He looked at Zhou Ming, took a step forward, his expression neither humble nor arrogant, but with a gloomy face, and said to Zhou Ming.

"Your Excellency, my White Elephant Clan is considered one of the most prominent races in the entire Federation."

"Over thousands of years, my race has experienced several wars of extermination, but even when we fought to the last man, we never bowed down to any race."

"Do you intend to make the White Elephant Clan bow down with just a few words?"

"Then you greatly underestimate the White Elephant Clan."

"In my White Elephant clan, there are only those who die standing up; there are never any spineless cowards who kneel down to beg for life."

Zhou Ming raised an eyebrow upon hearing the old man's words.

He had seen many tough races, but there were very few like the White Elephant Clan, who, despite clearly seeing the disparity in strength between the two sides, still refused to back down.

Zhou Ming didn't know whether to say that the White Elephant Clan was truly courageous or simply stubborn.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Zhou Ming didn't come here to persuade them to surrender. If the White Elephant Clan surrendered directly, he would have to go find another tough nut to crack.

Now things are much better. As long as the White Elephant Clan is stubborn enough, he has no reason to hold back.

"very good."

Zhou Ming nodded slowly, raising the long sword in his hand.

"Then let me see whether the bones of the White Elephant Clan are harder, or the longsword in my hand is harder."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ming swung his sword and slashed at the old man.

The sword light flashed like mercury spilling onto the ground, swift and ruthless, aimed directly at the old man.

The old man didn't hesitate either. He flipped his hand and took out a heavy longsword. He roared "Kill!" and with a push of his legs, he charged straight at Zhou Ming.

Behind him, tens of thousands of Mahayana cultivators simultaneously shouted "Kill!" and surged towards Zhou Ming like a suddenly unleashed black tide.

The moment their swords clashed, a deafening roar erupted across the heavens and earth.

A visible shockwave spread outwards from the two individuals.

The entire world seemed to have been torn open in several places.

The first few Mahayana cultivators were hit by the shockwave, spitting out blood and flying backward, disrupting the formation of those behind them.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Ming's eyes.

He hadn't encountered a cultivator who could withstand a single sword strike from him head-on for a long time.

This old man from the White Elephant Clan is indeed far stronger than others of the same level.

His sword landed on the opponent's longsword, but it didn't immediately send the man flying.

However, that's all.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhou Ming's longsword spun around, and a second sword followed immediately, slashing diagonally at the old man.

The old man reacted extremely quickly. He had just received a sword strike from Zhou Ming, and his blood and qi were still churning inside him. He had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat and dared not spit it out.

Zhou Ming's sword was already coming, but he didn't fight it head-on. He swayed and dodged to the side.

While he escaped unharmed by dodging, the two Mahayana cultivators behind him suffered the consequences.

The two men only had time to raise their weapons to block before they were struck by Zhou Ming's sword light.

His entire body exploded, instantly turning into two clouds of blood mist, leaving not even a complete corpse behind.

Zhou Ming's eye twitched.

Two plumes of blood mist, two Mahayana stage cultivators.

That's not some random cat or dog.

If the corpses of these two people were taken into the Qiankun Pearl world and absorbed by the central core, at least two more strands of immortal energy would be generated.

Unfortunately, before he could even collect it, he was blown up.

No, this debt should still be placed on the old man's shoulders.

Zhou Ming was too lazy to deal with the old man anymore.

With the third sword strike, Zhou Ming gave him no chance to dodge.

As he swung his sword, he quietly spread out the world power of the Qiankun Pearl, like an invisible net, covering the old man's entire body.

The old man had just made a dodging motion when he felt a tightness all over his body, as if he were trapped in place by dozens of invisible chains.

No matter how he used his magic, he couldn't budge it in the slightest.

In a battle between masters, not only is being restricted one's own abilities at risk, but even the slightest mistake can lead to total defeat.

When the cultivation levels of both sides are similar, victory or defeat often hinges on a single thought.

A single misstep in a move, a momentary lapse in concentration, or a slight stagnation in the flow of magical power could give the opponent an opening to exploit, allowing them to deliver a fatal blow and leaving no chance for a comeback.

Not to mention the vast difference in strength, Zhou Ming's sword light fell.

The old man's head flew high into the air.

His face still bore a trace of lingering astonishment and resentment.

Zhou Ming reached out and grabbed his body and soul together, storing them into the Qiankun Pearl with swift and decisive movements.

With the old man's death, the tens of thousands of Mahayana cultivators who had been surging forward like a tide suddenly stopped in their tracks, as if a stream of water had been cut off in the middle.

Those at the forefront, their faces still etched with murderous intent, stood rooted to the spot, no longer daring to take another step forward.

Zhou Ming stood calmly before a ruined battle formation, sword in hand.

He has already severed the backbone of the White Elephant clan.