Chapter 1045: Slaughtering the Emperor

The dim heavens and earth were a scene of utter devastation.

The world was as silent as death.

Everyone gazed up at the void, watching the two figures standing like statues.

"Ah!"

With a furious roar from Tianmo Emperor, the silence was finally broken.

In that instant, his Emperor Dao laws trembled violently, blasting Ye Chen away.

*Puff! Puff!*

Ye Chen, sent flying, had half his head turned to ash by the Emperor Dao laws. By the time he hit the ground, he lay in a pool of blood, his powerful Saint Body nearly destroyed, and he was forcibly pulled out of the Blood Successor Limit state.

*Zheng!*

The Xuanyuan Sword flew down and embedded itself in the blood-soaked earth.

*Zheng!*

Tianmo Emperor's imperial sword also fell from the void, lodging in the blood-soaked earth.

"Ha ha ha!"

Soon, Tianmo Emperor's wild laughter echoed through the heavens and earth.

He stood in the void, his form swaying as if he might fall at any moment. His face was twisted in a grotesque expression, and his laughter was even more so. "I told you, you cannot kill me. You cannot kill me."

However, as he laughed, his laughter abruptly stopped.

In an instant, his expression changed drastically, filled with sheer terror, as if he had witnessed something horrifying.

Visible to the naked eye, his body surface became covered in orderly runes of the Emperor Dao divine laws.

It wasn't just his surface—every part of his body, from his limbs and bones to his internal organs, meridians, every segment of his imperial bones, and every strand of his imperial blood, was simultaneously covered in these strange Emperor Dao divine law runes.

These were the Emperor Dao divine laws of Xuanyuan Emperor.

Earlier, when Ye Chen's sword pierced Tianmo Emperor's chest, the Emperor Dao divine laws on the Xuanyuan Sword had imprinted themselves into Tianmo Emperor's body. It was a powerful ultimate Emperor Dao technique, accomplished jointly by Ye Chen and the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Xuanyuan, you cannot do this!"

Tianmo Emperor roared in desperation, his bloodline trembling and his laws operating, trying to expel Xuanyuan Emperor's Emperor Dao laws. But it was already too late, for those laws had merged into his primordial spirit.

Tianmo Emperor was afraid, stumbling backward, his eyes bulging wide, his imperial pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

As a supreme great emperor, he truly felt what fear meant in that moment, for a power that made even his soul shudder was rapidly erupting—it was Xuanyuan Emperor's Emperor Dao laws.

*Boom!*

With a thunderous explosion, Xuanyuan Emperor's Emperor Dao laws detonated.

Tianmo Emperor's body exploded, and he plummeted from the void, crashing into a pool of blood on the ground.

Ye Chen rose unsteadily, dragging his shattered Saint Body, taking faltering steps as he staggered forward. He directly mounted Tianmo Emperor and swung his remaining fist, smashing it down.

"This punch is for Xiyan."

Ye Chen's tears of blood splattered as his fist sent Tianmo Emperor's blood and bones flying.

"This one is for Hu Wa." Another earth-shattering roar escaped him, and his bloodstained Saint Fist fell once more.

"This is for Xie Yun." Still with a thunderous roar, his fist carried overwhelming hatred.

"This is for Shi Hua."

"This is for Ling Er."

"This is for Xiong Er."

Ye Chen was like a madman, wildly swinging his fists without rest. Each punch drew blood, and Tianmo Emperor's imperial body reformed only to be shattered again and again.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

The great earth shook with every punch from Ye Chen, causing tremors, and the banging sounds became the only noise in the world.

The Tianmo soldiers and generals stood frozen, rigidly in place, staring blankly at Ye Chen.

Every time Ye Chen threw a punch, their hearts skipped a beat. That blood-red figure appeared incredibly terrifying in their eyes—so frightening that their hands trembled on their swords, so frightening that they dared not advance, and so frightening that they forgot to rescue their emperor.

After an unknown amount of time, the world finally fell silent, no longer trembling, and Ye Chen's roars ceased.

Ye Chen collapsed to the ground, too weak to swing his fists anymore.

Tianmo Emperor was gone, utterly obliterated under Ye Chen's Saint Fists. A great emperor had been slain, his imperial blood spilling across this vast land, a sacrifice for the nine million heroic souls of Da Chu.

Perhaps even in death, Tianmo Emperor could not believe that he, who ruled an entire realm, had fallen at the hands of a Quasi-Heaven Realm cultivator.

As a great emperor, he must have died with regret. His confidence, his pride, his legends, his myths—all would be buried with this battle on this extraordinary land, serving as a warning to the world that great emperors are not invincible and can indeed be slaughtered.

"The great emperor... he's dead?" On the blood-soaked earth, the stunned Tianmo army finally reacted.

"This... this is impossible. Impossible."

"That's a great emperor!" All the Tianmo forces howled, unable to accept that their god had vanished into dust, and their beliefs had crumbled with Tianmo Emperor's death.

"We won! We won!" In Tianxuan Gate, a group of old Quasi-Emperors were weeping uncontrollably, tears streaming down their aged faces.

"He slew a great emperor! He actually slew a great emperor!" Fu Ya was the most excited, also in tears. A Quasi-Heaven level Great Saint Body had actually killed an Emperor Dao expert.

"The Saint Body lineage has not disappointed the myriad beings of the universe." Donghuang Tai Xin's body trembled, her laughter mixed with tears.

*Buzz!*

As everyone was caught up in excitement, Da Chu shook once more, the source from the massive demonic pillar standing at its northernmost end.

The pillar buzzed intensely, emitting waves of dark halos that spread in all directions, and a pressure that made the heavens and earth tremble slowly emerged—it was a sign that only the arrival of an Emperor Dao expert could bring.

Upon seeing this, the previously ecstatic crowd at Tianxuan Gate suddenly paled. "Another great emperor?"

"Ye Chen, destroy the demonic pillar!" Donghuang Tai Xin screamed desperately. The current Da Chu could not withstand a second Tianmo Domain great emperor. If another Emperor Dao expert arrived, the entire myriad realms would plunge into an endless dark era.

However, her scream was blocked by the overarching barrier, and Ye Chen did not hear her call.

A great emperor is descending! A great emperor is descending!

Unlike Tianxuan Gate, the Tianmo forces, who had been downcast moments ago, now shone with renewed vigor. All eyes turned toward the demonic pillar.

Destroy the demonic pillar!

Destroy the demonic pillar!

Everyone at Tianxuan Gate roared and shouted. They had only just slain one great emperor at such a terrible cost—if they failed now, how could they face the nine million heroic souls who had fallen?

Amid the billions of roars, Ye Chen, drenched in fresh blood, struggled to his feet, his body swaying as if he might collapse at any moment.

Though Donghuang Tai Xin's call did not reach beyond Tianxuan Gate, he could sense it clearly, just as in the future they would fight side by side—it was the tacit understanding between comrades.

"Kill!"

With a thunderous roar, Ye Chen lurched unsteadily toward the demonic pillar.

He had no arms left, was no longer in the Blood Successor Limit state, his Saint Body was ruined, and his energy was depleted—he was at his absolute limit. Each step left a bloody footprint.

"Stop him!"

The Tianmo army surged like a tide, blocking the way to the demonic pillar, determined to protect it and summon the Tianmo Domain great emperor.

"Kill!"

Ye Chen roared, burning his Saint Blood to gain a pitiful amount of essence, shooting toward the demonic pillar like a divine light.

His face was streaked with bloody tears, his vision blurred. In his hazy memories flashed familiar figures and faces—lives that had once been so vivid.

The nine million heroic souls of Da Chu included his masters, lovers, elders, brothers, comrades, and disciples.

For them, he would exhaust his last strength, using his blood-red Saint Body, his shattered head, his body full of wounds, and his humble life to crash into the demonic pillar.

In that moment, whether it was the Tianmo army, the common people of Da Chu, or those at Tianxuan Gate, all looked toward the north.

That blood-red figure beneath the demonic pillar seemed so insignificant, like a single grain of sand in the vast starry sky.

Yet, to everyone, that grain of sand shone brighter than the sun.

"Blood for blood!"

With a mournful, furious roar from Ye Chen, his ruined Saint Body slammed forcefully into the demonic pillar.