Chapter 1213: I'm Coming, I'm Coming

Boom! Rumble!

On Nan Tian Xing, thunderous roars shook the heavens and earth.

From afar, outside Mo Jia's immortal mountain, people filled the skies and ground, completely surrounding the mountain with no escape.

The arrivals were experts from Ming Wang Zong, including Ming Wang Lao Zu and the nine Zhun Sheng of the sect. Their terrifying aura merged into one, pressing down on the void with explosive rumbles, causing the entire Nan Tian Xing to tremble.

Beyond them were onlookers who had come to watch the spectacle, gathered in vast numbers, all pointing and whispering about Mo Jia's immortal mountain.

"What's going on? Why are Ming Wang Zong and Mo Jia clashing?"

"Haven't you heard? Last night, someone raided Ming Wang Zong again, turning their immortal mountain into ruins. Now, they're eyeing this prime spot on Nan Tian Xing, so they're going after Mo Jia."

"That can't be right! If their mountain is destroyed, they can just rebuild it. Ming Wang Xing is such a massive ancient star—why abandon it?"

"You don't know the full story!" An informed elder cultivator stroked his beard and said, "Rumor has it that a mysterious person stole the star's source spring from Ming Wang Xing. It won't be long before that star withers away."

"Ah, I see!"

"Mo Jia is probably done for. They have nine Zhun Sheng, but not a single Sheng Ren."

"Ming Wang Zong, you're going too far!" Amid the discussions, an angry shout echoed from within Mo Jia's immortal mountain.

"No need for pointless talk—get out of Nan Tian Xing." Ming Wang Lao Zu snorted coldly, his voice booming like thunder. "Leave on your own, and I'll spare your lives. But if we fight, you know the consequences."

"Then let's fight! We're not afraid of you." Mo Jia's Sheng Zhu roared back, his voice shaking the skies. He knew full well how powerful Ming Wang Zong was, and under normal circumstances, they might have withdrawn from Nan Tian Xing.

But today was different. Their Mo Jia ancestor was in the midst of tribulation, hidden by a deceptive formation that concealed his aura. If discovered, Ming Wang Lao Zu wouldn't let him live. Besides, someone undergoing the Heaven-Man Five Decays Tribulation couldn't move, or they risked their soul scattering to the winds.

Thus, Mo Jia had no choice but to stand their ground, hoping the mountain protection barrier could buy time for their ancestor to break through.

"Attack for me!"

Ming Wang Lao Zu issued the order, his voice echoing ethereally through the heavens, carrying an unyielding authority.

Instantly, over a thousand attack formations lit up across the surrounding skies, unleashing world-shaking divine beams in unison.

The Ming Wang Zong experts didn't hold back either, deploying magical artifacts, divine abilities, and powerful arrays, all bombarding Mo Jia's sect protection barrier.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The entire realm shook violently.

To Mo Jia's relief, their mountain protection barrier held firm against the initial assault, though it came at a cost—many with weaker cultivation were shaken into blood mist.

"Damn it!"

On the mountain peak, Hua Yun let out a cold snort, his killing intent surging.

"But I hope Ye Chen arrives in time!"

Zhou Ao took a deep breath. In a direct confrontation, Mo Jia wasn't afraid of Ming Wang Zong, but they dreaded Ming Wang Lao Zu, that one Sheng Ren. Without anyone to match him, a single Sheng Ren could sweep an entire sect.

Compared to Zhou Ao, the Mo Jia members looked pale and bloodless, as if they knew what lay ahead. Without a Sheng Ren to guard them, how could they withstand Ming Wang Zong's overwhelming assault?

"Attack! Keep attacking!"

Ming Wang Zong's Sheng Zhu howled like a mad dog, and the sect members acted like frenzied beasts, their faces twisted in savagery as they unleashed attacks with reckless abandon.

Over the past two days, Ming Wang Zong had suffered repeated losses, leaving them with pent-up rage. Now, on Nan Tian Xing, they'd found an outlet, each one fighting like they'd been injected with stimulants.

"Damn it!"

In Mo Jia's immortal mountain, the Mo Jia Zhun Sheng were still desperately maintaining the barrier, with two or three already spitting blood from the strain.

Their ancestor was at a critical breakthrough moment, and now Ming Wang Zong had attacked. If this caused the tribulation to fail, the entire Mo Jia would follow in ruin, painting a scene of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

"It won't hold for half an hour!"

On the mountain peak, Hua Yun gripped his killing sword, ready for a desperate battle.

Zhou Ao and the others did the same, each holding their killing swords. They'd planned for everything, but not for Ming Wang Zong to strike like this.

"I haven't arrived too late, have I?"

A leisurely voice rang out as Ye Chen stepped out of a spatial black hole.

Seeing Ye Chen return, the group felt a surge of joy. With this powerful figure guarding them, Mo Jia still had a chance to turn the tide.

Ye Chen glanced at the outside scene, then turned his gaze toward the depths of Mo Jia's immortal mountain, as if he could see through the peaks and mists to their ancestor in the underground palace. Indeed, the ancestor was at a critical breakthrough stage.

However, his condition wasn't great. The tribulation was already difficult, and now Ming Wang Zong's attack had disrupted his state of mind, making things even worse.

Ye Chen felt helpless—he couldn't assist with the Heaven-Man Five Decays Tribulation, as it was a personal trial that only the ancestor could face.

"The survival of Mo Jia rests on you living; its destruction on you dying!"

Ye Chen used a secret technique to send a message to the Mo Jia ancestor.

This statement undoubtedly added pressure, pushing the ancestor to the brink, but it was the only way he might achieve a phoenix-like rebirth in desperation.

"Take me to see your Zhun Sheng!"

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze and looked at Hua Yun.

"Come with me!"

Hua Yun immediately stepped off the mountain peak, with Ye Chen following.

The two arrived at an underground palace in Mo Jia's immortal mountain, where a massive altar stood—the central formation for their mountain protection barrier. Mo Jia's eight Zhun Sheng were exerting all their effort to maintain it.

"Feng'er, why are you here?"

Mo Jia's Sheng Zhu spoke gravely while upholding the formation.

"He's Ye Chen, my brother."

Hua Yun quickly explained.

"Is that why you've come—to tell us this?"

"Esteemed predecessors, if the barrier breaks, you all just need to hold off Ming Wang Zong's nine Zhun Sheng. Leave Ming Wang Lao Zu to me."

Ye Chen smiled and took over the conversation.

"That should handle things without issues."

"Ming Wang Lao Zu to you?" Not just Mo Jia's Sheng Zhu, but the other eight Zhun Sheng all turned to look at Ye Chen.

"Young friend, a Sheng Ren transcends the mundane—it's not as simple as you think. Ming Wang Lao Zu is beyond your ability to confront."

"We'll see about that."

Ye Chen chuckled lightly, then moved to a corner of the formation and said to the elder managing that section, "Take a break, predecessor. I'll handle this part of the formation for you."

"Young friend, it's thoughtful of you, but this old one—"

"I'll take care of it."

Before the elder could finish, Ye Chen shifted him aside.

"Don't mess around."

A Zhun Sheng admonished sternly.

"I'm not."

Ye Chen smiled, then sat down cross-legged.

"You—"

"Rest assured, predecessor, I know what I'm doing."

Ye Chen grinned, pressed his palms together, and a brilliant light shot skyward.

Immediately, Mo Jia's violently shaking mountain protection barrier stabilized. Not only that, it grew even thicker and more robust.

"This..."

Mo Jia's Sheng Zhu and the others were all shocked, never expecting Ye Chen to manage the formation better than the elder at the peak of the imperial realm. Their eyes on Ye Chen changed completely.

"Young friend, who is your master?"

The Zhun Sheng who had scolded Ye Chen earlier eyed him probing.

"Have you heard of the Sword God?"

"The mythical figure of the heavens, of course."

"That's my master."

Ye Chen smiled slightly, once again spinning his tale.

"The Sword God is your master?"

Everyone present was stunned, without exception, scrutinizing Ye Chen up and down. They wouldn't believe it right away—it was too astonishing.

Compared to them, Hua Yun cleared his throat, knowing Ye Chen could exaggerate, but not to this extent, even invoking the heavens' Sword God.

Still, Hua Yun knew that no matter whom Ye Chen claimed, it couldn't overshadow his true power.

This ruthless one who had slain even great emperors could rightfully call himself the Sword God of the heavens.

Though the Sword God was a mythical legend, Ye Chen was even more legendary—his feats across the heavens and myriad realms remained unmatched, including by the Sword God himself. He had every right to be proud.

Meanwhile, Mo Jia's eight Zhun Sheng continued to size up Ye Chen, unsure if he was bluffing.

As they watched, their gazes shifted to Hua Yun, hoping for confirmation.

Hua Yun smiled faintly and said nothing, but his deep, star-like eyes were filled with absolute confidence in Ye Chen. No one present knew Ye Chen's true nature better than he did.

Naturally, he wouldn't reveal Ye Chen's legendary exploits—even if he did, the Mo Jia members might not understand, and even if they did, they might not believe it.