Chapter 1037: Myriad Flowers' Heavenly Burial

"Get lost!"

Ye Chen roared in anger, suddenly turning around and sweeping out with a saber, forcing back eight Tian Mo generals.

Bi You charged in again, blocking three Tian Mo generals for Ye Chen.

He couldn't hold on much longer!

The five Tian Mo generals had ferocious expressions, their eyes filled with madness. Knowing that Ye Chen was severely injured, they wouldn't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After all, killing Ye Chen came with the reward of imperial blood.

Ye Chen said nothing, responding only with his most powerful attacks. Even though he wasn't at his peak and was gravely wounded, he still fought like a raging dragon.

Thud! Thud!

One Tian Mo general closed in, slashing two bloody gashes across Ye Chen's body.

Ye Chen showed no fear, combining his nine Ba Huang Fists with various secret techniques, and with a single punch, he blasted that general into a mist of blood.

From behind, another Tian Mo general attacked, swinging his war spear like a club and smashing Ye Chen to his knees. Then, a second general arrived, thrusting a sword through Ye Chen's chest, and the third, the most vicious of all, chopped off one of Ye Chen's arms.

"Die!"

The fourth and fifth Tian Mo generals charged from both sides, swinging their killing swords to finish Ye Chen off completely.

Roar!

In a flash, the war dragon burst from Ye Chen's body, its body coiling and shaking off the two generals.

"Kill!"

Ye Chen's vital energy surged as he forced himself to his feet, splitting one general in half with a palm strike. He then spun around and unleashed nine Kang Long strikes, which the retreating general tried to block but couldn't escape, ultimately being obliterated by them.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

After taking down two more generals in succession, the remaining three roared in fury, going berserk. Ye Chen's unyielding vitality drove them to madness.

"Suppress!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, and the Hun Dun Shen Ding, Jiu Zhou Shen Tu, and Xue Ling Shen Dao all erupted with divine power, targeting one of the generals and slamming him to his knees on the spot. Before he could rise, Ye Chen's sword extinguished his soul.

Thud! Thud!

The attacks from the remaining two generals landed, sending Ye Chen flying.

"Suppress!"

The two generals waved their hands, summoning nine war banners to seal Ye Chen in place.

"Tai Xu Long Jin!"

Ye Chen formed a seal with one hand to protect himself, then once again activated the Hun Dun Shen Ding, Jiu Zhou Shen Tu, and Xue Ling Shen Dao, unleashing a world-shaking divine light. The general who had just charged forward was instantly crushed.

Seeing this, the third general halted midway and turned to flee.

Ye Chen's strength terrified him. Even gravely injured, he was beyond their ability to contend with.

"Wan Jian Gui Yi!"

Ye Chen swung his killing sword, pointing it at the fleeing general. Thousands of swords materialized and merged into one, forming an unmatched sword beam with devastating piercing force, which cut down the general in the void.

Thud!

After slaying that general, Ye Chen spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and dropped to one knee on the ground.

In this battle, his injuries were too severe. One arm had been severed, his body was riddled with wounds, and on top of that, the Dao injuries and the heavenly tribulation were constantly ravaging him. His sacred body kept cracking open, and the deep pain in his soul made his vision blur.

"Wan Hua Tian Zang!"

As Ye Chen was still bleeding profusely, he heard Bi You's soft words from nearby.

Around Bi You, a vortex of flowers formed, each blossom woven with Dao principles and stained with her blood. It was both a formation and a divine ability, drawing in the three Tian Mo generals she was fighting.

"No!"

Ye Chen's eyes turned blood-red as he suddenly stood up and took a few steps, only to be struck down by a bolt of heavenly tribulation lightning, forcing him to his knees.

"Farewell forever!"

Bi You smiled gently, tears in her eyes, as the flower vortex swallowed her whole, turning her into petals.

"Ah!"

The three Tian Mo generals howled and roared, trying to break free, but they were dragged back into the Wan Hua vortex. Both their bodies and souls were devoured by the flowers.

Ye Chen's eyes filled with bloody tears as he staggered forward, but he grasped at nothing. The graceful figure of the woman had completely vanished in the flowers, leaving only a sorrowful whisper.

A lone star fated to clash with the heavens!

Ye Chen laughed, his laughter full of grief, gripping his bloodstained killing sword as he stumbled onward like a madman.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The city wall was covered in splattering blood—his own and that of the Tian Mo. Every Tian Mo that scaled the wall was sent sprawling by his strikes, leaving a trail of blood and bones in his wake.

"Kill!"

Tian Mo soldiers and generals swarmed like a tidal wave.

"Kill!"

Ye Chen screamed hysterically, like a madman, repeatedly being overwhelmed only to fight his way out, knocked down only to rise again, slaughtering the Tian Mo until they fled in terror.

His madness struck fear into the Tian Mo, making their hands tremble on their weapons.

In their eyes, this quasi-heavenly realm expert, whom they had once dismissed as insignificant, was extraordinary. He had slain two Tian Mo monarchs and countless generals. Now, even at his limits, they dared not approach.

"How interesting!"

From the void above Bei Zhen Cang Yuan, the Tian Mo Great Emperor, hundreds of thousands of miles away, watched Ye Chen's frenzy on the city wall. A mocking smile played on his lips, his imperial eyes gleaming with demonic light.

"I will capture him!"

The Tian Nu Mo Jun volunteered, about to step down from the void.

"Stand down!"

The Tian Mo Great Emperor waved his hand lightly. "Such a delightful spectacle should be savored properly."

With that, he turned his head slightly toward another direction—the Tian Xuan Men. It was as if he could see through the vast distance to Dong Huang Tai Xin and the others before the Huan Tian Water Curtain, his lips curving into another mocking smile.

Though they saw the Tian Mo Great Emperor's gaze, Dong Huang Tai Xin and the others, despite their pale expressions, ignored it.

Their eyes were fixed on Dan Cheng—or more precisely, on a refining furnace in the underground palace there. Inside, a purple Dan pill was beginning to take shape: the Tian Ji Dan.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The lands of Nan Chu still rumbled with thunderous noise. It wasn't just the city walls; the five major domains of Nan Chu were engulfed in raging flames of war.

This battle lasted a full nine days, and the Tian Mo were repelled once more.

But the cultivators of Da Chu paid a bloody price. Across the Nan Chu lands, bodies lay scattered everywhere, the ground and sky stained red, turning the entire place into a hellish bloodscape.

On the Nan Chu city walls, blood flowed like rivers, and Da Chu's tattered war banners kept falling in the bloody winds.

Boom!

Amid the howling bloody winds, a purple light shot straight into the sky from Dan Cheng, bursting with dazzling divine light and weaving various splendid visions across the void—a sign that a miraculous pill was emerging.

Yet, even this magnificent light failed to capture the attention of the Da Chu cultivators.

Those still on the city walls were all dragging their wounded bodies, desperately searching through piles of bloody corpses.

They were looking for someone—Ye Chen, of course.

The war wasn't over, and Ye Chen remained the commander of the Da Chu cultivators. He needed to survive to lead them in the fight. But during the Tian Mo assault, the Da Chu forces had been too occupied with battle to notice him. Only after repelling the enemy did they begin their frantic search.

Finally, they found Ye Chen in a ruined corner of the city wall.

But the Da Chu cultivators stopped in their tracks from afar, witnessing a harrowing sight.

There, Ye Chen lay unconscious against the wall, barely recognizable as human. His blood and bones were exposed, his body pierced with black killing arrows. With only one arm left, he clutched a severed arm torn from a Tian Mo, and in his mouth, he bit an Tian Mo's ear.

For a long time, the Da Chu cultivators stood there dumbstruck, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

This was Ye Chen—the mighty Holy Lord of the Heavenly Court, the world-shaking Huang Gu Sheng Ti, the commanding general who once dominated the eight directions—now fighting so desperately to defend the Nan Chu walls with his own blood.

"Move aside!"

A cold shout finally broke the silence.

A dark shadow streaked through the sky and landed on the wall—it was Dan Mo.

Without a word, Dan Mo hoisted Ye Chen onto his back and vanished into the void in an instant.