Chapter 1008: Slaying the Demon Lord

Chapter 1008: Li Zhan Mojun

Boom! Bang! Boom!

In the vast and dark heaven and earth, thunderous roars shook the very foundations.

The Tianmo army surged like an endless black ocean, devouring everything in its path, leaving behind mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

The Da Chu cultivators were defeated once again, suffering extremely heavy casualties.

Retreat!

With a mighty roar from Taixu Gulong, the Da Chu cultivators fell back again.

Seeing this, the Tianmo army was about to press forward, but they heard the sound of retreat horns from behind.

That was Mojun's command; he didn't want to wipe out all of Da Chu in one go. Instead, he preferred to devour them bit by bit, just as they said—they loved watching people suffer and struggle in their final moments.

The Tianmo army halted, their eyes filled with bloodlust as they stared at the retreating Da Chu cultivators.

It wouldn't be long before they launched another attack.

This brief pause gave the Da Chu cultivators a chance to catch their breath. They found a stretch of winding mountain ranges, regrouped, and prepared to continue resisting the Tianmo army. They were buying time, or they would have already retreated to Nan Chu.

Form the array!

It was still the Tianting Dianzhu's command.

However, only four Tianting Dianzhu remained. In the previous bloody battle, the nine great Tianting Dianzhu had charged ahead, and five had fallen.

It wasn't just the Tianting; the divine generals of the Huangzhe Houyi and the god generals under the thrones of past generations of lords had also suffered heavy losses. Many reclusive wandering cultivators and elder predecessors had already become heroic spirits, buried on the blood-soaked battlefield.

Puff! Puff!

In the spatial black hole, golden blood and pitch-black blood sprayed out one after another.

Ye Chen and Tianmo Jun were still locked in fierce combat.

Both were enveloped in divine light, shining like two brilliant stars in the dark spatial black hole.

From a distance, both appeared utterly wretched.

Ye Chen's chest had been slashed open, several of his sacred bones broken, and his body was covered in countless wounds. Demonic light flickered at the injuries, dissipating his true essence and vital energy, making his wounds heal much more slowly.

Tianmo Jun fared no better; his back had a deep gash, exposing his terrifying black bones, and his body was riddled with scars, no fewer than Ye Chen's.

Kill!

Tianmo Jun's face was savage, his killing intent overwhelming. He crossed the void in a single step and instantly closed in, grasping the sun, moon, and stars in his hand as he pressed down on Ye Chen.

Roar!

A dragon's roar echoed from within Ye Chen's body. The war dragon manifested, merging with the Dao principles to form a supreme divine sword, which Ye Chen wielded to cleave through the descending seal.

Die!

Tianmo Jun roared in fury, brandishing his battle spear and thrusting it straight at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's expression turned sharp. He dodged the spear in a flash, then struck Tianmo Jun's chest with a palm.

Immediately, Tianmo Jun was sent flying, stumbling back hundreds of zhang before halting.

Puff!

As soon as he steadied himself, Tianmo Jun spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and dropped to one knee on the ground.

On his chest, a strange wheel of reincarnation mark was rotating—that was left by Ye Chen's palm strike. It was now dissolving his vital energy and origin, tearing apart his flesh in a cycle of annihilation.

Reincarnation!

Tianmo Jun suddenly looked up, his eyes blood-red, staring at Ye Chen in disbelief.

Around Ye Chen, a illusory wheel of reincarnation was spinning, with Dao principles interwoven within, radiating infinite divine power and endless cyclic forces that endured eternally.

Who exactly are you!

Tianmo Jun howled, his face twisted and hideous.

Reincarnation—that was the supreme forbidden power, something even great emperors couldn't control. How could a Zhuntian realm cultivator wield it? This was a turn of events he could never have anticipated.

Ye Chen ignored Tianmo Jun's roar completely.

The Xianlun spun rapidly, and his wounds healed at an astonishing speed. The power of reincarnation amplified his weakened aura, making it surge once more.

Seeing this, Tianmo Jun's third vertical eye on his forehead flashed with demonic light, manifesting a black vortex as he tried to escape the spatial black hole. Ye Chen's strength far exceeded his expectations; if the fight continued, he would surely die. His only option was to flee temporarily and regroup with the other Mojun to suppress him together.

Can you escape?

Ye Chen's left eye, the Xianlun Eye, opened and closed, restraining Tianmo Jun's Demonic Heaven Eye.

Puff!

His divine ability interrupted, Tianmo Jun vomited blood again. Whether from the backlash or the reincarnation mark, his demonic body began to crack, even his soul was wounded, and his momentum plummeted.

Ye Chen charged forward, giving him no time to react.

Tianmo Jun roared and thrust out his palm, unleashing a vast Mohai.

Break!

Ye Chen burst through forcefully. His Chaos God Cauldron flattened the Mohai, and the Jiuzhou God Map descended from the heavens, suppressing Tianmo Jun. Even the buzzing battle axe was seized and hurled into the depths of the endless spatial black hole.

You have lost again.

Ye Chen struck with a palm, crippling Tianmo Jun's cultivation, his expression indifferent and exuding supreme authority.

Tianmo Jun was stunned by his words; even a fool could tell that he and Ye Chen had fought before.

Yet, in his memories, there was no trace of Ye Chen, let alone any battles with him.

But none of that mattered now. What was important was that he had been suppressed, his cultivation as the mighty Tianmo Jun completely destroyed. His eyes were filled with terror, as if he already knew his fate.

Who are you, who are you?

Tianmo Jun bellowed, whether in fear or rage, his blood-red eyes fixed dead on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen said nothing. He swept his palm over Tianmo Jun's forehead, extracting his Demonic Heaven Eye, and the eye's origin was forcibly seized by the Xianlun Eye.

Ah!

Tianmo Jun's scream was piercingly shrill, the bloody hole on his forehead gruesome. No one would imagine that this was the once supreme Tianmo Jun.

Ye Chen remained silent, his palm now pressing down on Tianmo Jun's skull.

In the next instant, the Swallowing Heaven Demonic Art activated, and the wheel of reincarnation spun as well, devouring Tianmo Jun's demonic origin and the Dao principles in his blood and bones. All were dissolved in the reincarnation cycle, becoming nourishment for Ye Chen's sacred body.

Ah!

Tianmo Jun's screams grew even more agonizing as his body withered visibly, until it turned to a wisp of ash.

Indeed, Tianmo Jun had been defeated again. In the future, he would become a peerless demonic god, slain by the future Ye Chen.

Now, in this earlier encounter, he was still the one to fall. In their destined battle, Ye Chen was the victor, whether in the present or the future, whether against Tianmo Jun or the peerless demonic god—he was utterly defeated.

After slaying Tianmo Jun, Ye Chen finally sat down cross-legged, using the Xianlun to rapidly recover from his injuries.

He needed to return to his peak state to break out and deliver a devastating blow to the Qingtian Demon Pillar. He was prepared to fight to the death if necessary, determined to destroy it at all costs.

Kill!

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, the Tianmo army launched another assault, and the Da Chu cultivators resisted desperately, suffering catastrophic losses.

The dim world knew only night, no day.

This battle dragged on for an unknown length of time, and the Da Chu cultivators retreated again, leaving behind mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

In the spatial black hole, Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a turbid breath.

Only then did he stand up, employing a secret technique to alter his facial features, transforming into the likeness of Tianmo Jun—in both soul and aura, he mimicked it as closely as possible.

Outside, the several Mojun were still gazing into the hazy void, somewhat puzzled.

"We can't hear the sounds of battle anymore. Tianmo Jun must have slain that ancient sacred body, so why hasn't he emerged?"

"Probably injured, and now healing," Jiuyou Mojun said with a faint smile.

"In my view, he's likely slain the ancient sacred body and is now devouring its origin," Dimo Jun snorted coldly. "That's just like his style—never sharing the spoils."

"He's out," Dimo Jun had just finished speaking when the space twisted, and Ye Chen, disguised as Tianmo Jun, stepped out.

"Looks like I was right." As soon as Ye Chen emerged, Dimo Jun remarked sarcastically, as if detecting a faint trace of sacred body aura from him. It had to be said, his perception was sharp; Ye Chen had concealed it as much as possible, but it still slipped through.

"Tianmo Jun, I wonder how the ancient sacred body's blood tastes?" Leimo Jun teased with a smirk.

Ye Chen ignored their words entirely. From the moment he stepped out, his gaze and divine sense were fixed on the distant Qingtian Demon Pillar.

He had to admit that being this close to the Qingtian Demon Pillar, he truly felt its immense pressure.

The pillar spanned heaven and earth, its oppressive force covering all, with every wisp of aura feeling like an eight-thousand-zhang mountain, making it hard to breathe. The dense ancient demonic patterns etched on it seemed capable of devouring one's mind, even causing him a moment of daze.

What furrowed his brow was the fact that the area around the Qingtian Demon Pillar was swarming with Tianmo soldiers, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.

Beyond that, a barrier enveloped the pillar, more terrifying than any he had ever seen. Even he lacked confidence in breaking through its defense. The situation was far worse than he imagined.

Suddenly, Ye Chen lifted his foot and began walking step by step toward the Qingtian Demon Pillar.

As Ye Chen walked away, the several Mojun snorted coldly, clearly displeased by his earlier disregard for them.

Hmm?

Dimo Jun frowned and suddenly turned his head, staring intently at Ye Chen's back, his eyes narrowing into slits.

He's not Tianmo Jun!

In the next instant, he shouted abruptly.

Before his words even faded, he had already attacked, a battle spear materializing in his hand as he pierced through the void, thrusting straight at Ye Chen with world-ending power.

Sensing the killing intent behind him, Ye Chen's face darkened instantly. He twisted his body, dodging the spear.

Buzz!

In the next moment, the Blood Spirit God Knife appeared in his hand. In an instant, his sacred body essence, bloodline power, Dao principles, and divine abilities converged. With his most peak strike, he slashed toward the Qingtian Demon Pillar.

Everything happened in a flash; apart from Dimo Jun, the other Mojun hadn't anticipated it at all.

Boom!

Ye Chen's strike was world-shaking, but it was like striking unbreakable profound iron. Not only did it fail to shatter the barrier protecting the Qingtian Demon Pillar, but he was also sent flying backward from the rebound.

How dare you!

The other Mojun rushed forward, divine artifacts emerging from their foreheads and suppressing the four directions of heaven and earth.

If not for Dimo Jun exposing the ruse and Ye Chen attacking the Qingtian Demon Pillar, they still wouldn't have believed that a Zhuntian realm cultivator could have such audacity to deceive them right under their noses as quasi-emperors of the Tianmo Domain.

Naturally, they were horrified in their hearts.

The one before them wasn't Tianmo Jun, so where was the real Tianmo Jun?

That was what shocked them the most—Tianmo Jun had been slain, and by a Zhuntian realm cultivator no less. The first Mojun under the Tianmo Great Emperor had been killed.