Chapter 1007: Fated Enemy

"Oh?"

Tian Mo Jun raised an eyebrow, looking at Ye Chen with great interest. "From what you're saying, it seems you've met me before."

Ye Chen did not reply, his eyes sharp and piercing like lightning.

Ye Chen was certain he had never seen Tian Mo Jun, but he had encountered someone who looked exactly like him: Gai Shi Mo Shen.

The strange vision he had seen lingered in Ye Chen's memory. In that vision, Gai Shi Mo Shen had severely wounded Dong Huang Tai Xin, who was then saved by Ba Huang Zhan Shen, while Gai Shi Mo Shen was ultimately destroyed by Ba Huang Zhan Shen.

Ye Chen knew all too well that the strange vision was not just a mere illusion—it was a glimpse of the future.

He, Ye Chen, was the future Ba Huang Zhan Shen.

He, Tian Mo Jun, was the future Gai Shi Mo Shen.

If the course of history remained unchanged, they would face each other in the future, and the outcome would be Ye Chen defeating Tian Mo Jun—or in other words, Ba Huang Zhan Shen defeating Gai Shi Mo Shen.

It seemed as if an invisible hand was orchestrating events, bringing these fated enemies together ahead of time.

"Looks like I'll have to find the answers myself." Seeing Ye Chen's silence, Tian Mo Jun gave a faint smile and reached out to grab him, dark demonic patterns appearing on his palm.

Ye Chen was pulled back from his thoughts, his expression indifferent. In response to Tian Mo Jun's attack, he met it with overwhelming force, stepping forward and merging his nine Ba Huang Quan strikes into one.

In an instant, Tian Mo Jun's palm was pierced through. The man who had been smirking a moment ago now showed a slight change in expression, surprised by Ye Chen's dominant power, which had put him at a disadvantage right from the start.

Wan Jian Feng Shen!

Ye Chen closed in swiftly, his sword unmatched, carrying devastating divine force.

Tian Mo Jun snorted coldly, unleashing a finger strike of divine light that could shatter heavens and earth, blocking Ye Chen's sword.

Shen Chuang!

A golden divine light shot from Ye Chen's forehead, a soul-targeting divine ability.

"Trivial tricks!"

Tian Mo Jun sneered, his third vertical eye on his forehead flickering with dark light, firing a bolt of black lightning that obliterated Ye Chen's golden divine light. Then, he suddenly thrust out his hand, unleashing a sea of demonic malice with towering waves, intent on swallowing Ye Chen whole.

Ding Tian Li Di!

Ye Chen stood firm, summoning his Chaos Shen Ding, which transformed into a massive structure thousands of feet tall, like a towering mountain, suppressing Tian Mo Jun's sea of demonic malice.

"Not bad, that Shen Ding!"

Tian Mo Jun eyed the Chaos Shen Ding with greed.

Ye Chen said nothing, controlling the Chaos Shen Ding to press down from the sky.

Caught off guard while still staring at the Chaos Shen Ding, Tian Mo Jun stumbled back unsteadily.

Tian Mo Jun's face turned cold as he manifested a demonic tower from within his body to block the Chaos Shen Ding.

Then, he opened his mouth and spewed out demonic energy, carrying a pitch-black killing sword that shot straight toward Ye Chen.

"Break!"

Ye Chen advanced, combining various divine abilities into one, smashing the black killing sword to pieces with a single palm.

Hmm?

At that moment, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold at his back.

Immediately, he shifted his position abruptly.

However, he wasn't fast enough. Another pitch-black divine sword appeared out of nowhere, slashing a gash across his back. Fortunately, his quick reaction prevented him from being split in two.

"I underestimated you!"

Tian Mo Jun chuckled darkly and waved his hand, summoning ninety-nine black war banners that sealed off the surroundings, trapping Ye Chen inside.

This was an ancient killing formation, each banner a formation node, linked in a cycle of ninety-nine, with rampant demonic power. Inside, the cosmos operated in reverse, yin and yang flipped, exerting both sealing and destructive forces.

"Open!"

Ye Chen activated his Chaos vision, transforming his Dao principles into a divine sword that cleaved through one of the black war banners.

Then, like a soaring dragon, he burst through the gap in an instant.

"Suppress!"

Tian Mo Jun brought down a massive hand from the sky, a black vortex forming in his palm with an ancient divine stele emerging within, inscribed with archaic demonic patterns and entwined with black lightning. Every wisp of its aura was as heavy as a mountain.

Ye Chen grunted, staggering under the pressure, his sacred body nearly cracking.

Ba Huang!

He steadied himself, his vital energy roaring like a dragon, surging from every pore as he withstood the stele's suppression and unleashed his nine Ba Huang Quan strikes heavenward.

Bang!

The demonic stele trembled violently, its demonic light dimming slightly, forcing even Tian Mo Jun to retreat several steps.

Now, Tian Mo Jun's face twisted into a grotesque expression.

Who was he? In Tian Mo Yu, he was a quasi-emperor. Though his cultivation was suppressed upon arriving in Da Chu, his combat prowess was still overwhelming, yet he had been pushed back by someone at the quasi-heaven realm. This was an affront to his supreme demonic authority.

Buzz!

With a prolonged hum, a pitch-black battle axe appeared in his hand.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed at the sight of the axe.

The axe was extraordinary, pitch-black and seemingly sealed with a primordial demonic beast, its aura vast as the sea, capable of splitting heavens and earth.

What made Ye Chen narrow his eyes wasn't just the axe's power—it was that from this axe, he confirmed Tian Mo Jun was indeed the future Gai Shi Mo Shen, as the axe matched the one held by Gai Shi Mo Shen in his vision.

"Exterminate!"

Tian Mo Jun swung the axe, its power world-ending.

From Ye Chen's forehead, a divine light flew out, forming the Jiu Zhou Shen Tu that swept forth a brilliant divine sea. Tian Mo Jun's axe struck the divine sea, its force dissipating like sinking into mud.

Seeing this, Tian Mo Jun's expression grew even more twisted.

The Jiu Zhou Shen Tu was clearly just a heaven-realm artifact, yet his quasi-emperor level axe wasn't gaining the upper hand. He knew full well that even his true self, at quasi-emperor peak, was suppressed to the quasi-heaven realm here, and the same went for his axe.

Mo Hei Tian!

Tian Mo Jun raised one hand to the sky, manifesting a vast black curtain that sought to devour all living beings.

"Open!"

Ye Chen charged forward, swinging his Xue Ling Shen Dao to cleave through the black curtain.

Tian Mo Jun snorted coldly and teleported closer, his eyes flashing with black lightning aimed straight at Ye Chen's soul.

Ye Chen showed no fear, transforming his Dan Zu Long Soul into armor to guard his soul, deploying various soul secrets to fortify his divine sea like an impregnable fortress. Tian Mo Jun's strike only caused superficial wounds.

"Kill!"

"Fight!"

At once, the two clashed from opposite sides, their battle escalating.

On one side, Ye Chen's vital energy surged like a torrent, his body glowing with golden light, surrounded by brilliant Chaos Dao principles. His combat prowess was absolute, like a war god dominating the eight directions.

On the other side, Tian Mo Jun's demonic power raged, clad in icy armor where each plate shimmered with ancient demonic light, cold and ominous, carrying forces of annihilation. He was like a Gai Shi Mo Shen, intent on crushing the nine heavens and ten earths.

Bang! Boom! Bang!

From the outside, all that could be heard was a continuous roar.

The various demon lords looked up, their eyes narrowing, unable to pinpoint the source of the noise.

There was no way around it—Ye Chen and Tian Mo Jun were battling in a spatial black hole, isolated from the outside world. The others couldn't enter, see, or know the details of the fight.

"That Archaic Holy Body must be quite strong if he's still holding out," An Hei Mo Jun said with a sly smile.

"No matter how strong, he's just at the quasi-heaven realm. He can't possibly take down Tian Mo Jun, can he?" Jiu You Mo Jun laughed mockingly, his pale teeth gleaming with a sinister light that sent chills down the spine.