Chapter 1214: Let's Fight

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Outside Mo Jia's immortal mountain, Ming Wang Zong was still bombarding the mountain-protecting barrier, shaking the heavens and earth and causing Nan Tian Xing to tremble.

Ming Wang Laozu frowned. As a Sheng Ren, his vision surpassed others, and he could see that Mo Jia's mountain-protecting barrier had suddenly become much stronger. The only explanation was that someone had replaced the array foundations.

"Laozu!" The nine Zhun Sheng of Ming Wang Zong might have noticed something amiss and all turned their gazes toward Ming Wang Laozu.

"Fight, continue fighting!" Ming Wang Laozu snorted coldly, his face fierce and savage, filled with brutality and bloodlust.

At his command, the experts of Ming Wang Zong attacked like madmen, bombarding with all their might. Immortal light infused with destructive power wave after wave overwhelmed Mo Jia's mountain-protecting barrier.

Tsk tsk!

The cultivators who had come to watch the spectacle clicked their tongues in amazement. It had been many years since they had seen such a massive battle.

"Today, Mo Jia will likely be wiped out!"

"With one Sheng Ren and nine Zhun Sheng, they could crush Mo Jia!"

"Mountains of corpses and rivers of blood!"

More and more people descended upon Nan Tian Xing, including Zhun Sheng and ancient star Laozu among them. Their thoughts ran deeper: Ming Wang Zong's invasion of Nan Tian Xing left them wondering who might be next.

In Mo Jia's underground palace, Ye Chen and the eight Zhun Sheng of Mo Jia were still maintaining the mountain-protecting array.

The eight Zhun Sheng glanced at Ye Chen repeatedly, their aged eyes filled with profound meaning.

As for Ye Chen, he remained calm, occasionally glancing outside the immortal mountain and sometimes checking the underground palace where Mo Jia's Laozu was undergoing his tribulation, closely monitoring the situation of Mo Jia Laozu's five declines of heaven-man.

This battle wouldn't be hard to win as long as Mo Jia Laozu successfully broke through—then Mo Jia would hold the absolute advantage.

If Mo Jia Laozu failed his tribulation, it would turn into a tough fight.

Ye Chen had the power to rival a Sheng Ren, but that was only rivalry; killing a Sheng Ren would require a bloody price, assuming he didn't use his Xian Lun forbidden technique.

Hopefully, it succeeds!

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze from that side and slightly lifted his head to look at Hua Yun.

Hua Yun understood and turned to walk out of the underground palace, stepping into the void in a single stride, suddenly drawing his killing sword.

"Sacrifice the killing array!" Hua Yun's voice echoed ethereally and with authority, resonating unrestrictedly over Mo Jia's immortal mountain.

Immediately, immortal light shot up from various parts of Mo Jia, transforming into terrifying killing arrays that filled the void. They awakened their divine might, targeting the outside of the mountain, ready at any moment to strike Ming Wang Zong with thunderous force.

The people of Mo Jia all donned their war armor, forming ranks that covered the void and the ground, prepared at any time to meet Ming Wang Zong's assault. Each one's eyes burned with determination.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The roaring sounds outside the mountain shook the heavens, wave after wave growing louder.

Mo Jia's mountain-protecting barrier trembled. Even with Ye Chen controlling one part of the array, it struggled to withstand Ming Wang Zong's overwhelming attack.

At some point, Ye Chen stood up and stepped out of the underground palace. In his hand, he held a spiked club, a transformation of the Hun Dun Shen Ding, an absolutely ferocious and domineering divine weapon.

The eight Zhun Sheng of Mo Jia also rose and stepped into the void, as the mountain-protecting barrier had reached its limit.

"Ming Wang Laozu is mine!" Ye Chen said the same words again, twisting his neck fiercely as he spoke.

The eight Zhun Sheng of Mo Jia all had meaningful expressions in their eyes, as if they wanted to say something, but in the end, they said nothing.

For some reason, although Ye Chen's words sounded absurd, they inexplicably believed him. This young man was too mysterious, so mysterious that they couldn't see through him, inspiring endless speculation.

"Open for me!" An angry shout echoed from outside, and Mo Jia's mountain-protecting barrier shattered with a boom.

Ming Wang Laozu arrived with surging Sheng Ren might, stepping into the immortal mountain in one stride.

However, as soon as Ming Wang Laozu entered, he was met head-on by a massive swinging spiked club.

On the spot, he was sent flying, his body tracing a graceful arc through the void.

Wow!

The watching cultivators all lifted their faces, their eyes following the direction Ming Wang Laozu flew.

"This...!" The Ming Wang Zong experts who had been about to charge into Mo Jia's immortal mountain froze in place. Some even had their raised feet suspended in midair. How had their Laozu, who had just rushed in, flown right back out?

"This...!" The Mo Jia experts were also stunned, their gazes unanimously turning toward Ye Chen.

They had seen it clearly: Ming Wang Laozu had entered with overwhelming momentum, not even having time to show off before being swung away by the fierce Ye Chen.

"Such powerful combat strength!" The eight Zhun Sheng of Mo Jia were shocked. Ming Wang Laozu was a Sheng Ren, yet he had been sent flying by someone at the Huang Jing level.

Boom!

In the midst of the dead silence, a rumbling sound came from the distance, as a towering mountain peak was smashed apart by Ming Wang Laozu.

Then, a thunderous roar rang out as Ming Wang Laozu burst from the rubble, his hair disheveled, eyes blood-red, radiating ferocity, brutality, and killing intent that made the heavens tremble.

"Kill!" Ming Wang Laozu charged forward, crossing thousands of zhang in a single step, his massive hand covering the sky and pressing down on Mo Jia's immortal mountain. This was a heaven-defying divine ability, fused with Sheng Ren Dao principles. Every wisp of aura emanating from it was as heavy as a mountain, and before it even fully descended, Mo Jia's mountain peaks began collapsing one after another.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Ye Chen rushed out, his illusory golden hand still gripping a hundred-zhang-long spiked club. He smashed Ming Wang Laozu's sky-covering hand to pieces with one swing.

In a direct clash, Ming Wang Laozu was forced back.

In contrast, Ye Chen's arm cracked open, and fresh blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He still had a gap compared to a Sheng Ren.

"Kill!"

"War!"

Ming Wang Laozu roared, and Ye Chen howled. The two charged from opposite sides of the void, clashing in the ethereal realm. Booming sounds immediately echoed through the nine heavens, and soon fresh blood began to rain down, splattering the sky.

"Who is that person!"

"A Huang Jing rivaling a Sheng Ren—did I see that right?"

Gazes from all directions converged on Ye Chen, filled with shock.

The Ming Wang Zong experts were also stunned, unaware that Mo Jia had someone who could match a Sheng Ren.

"Attack!" As the Ming Wang Zong experts looked up at the sky, Hua Yun, standing in the void, suddenly raised his sword and pointed it toward the outside of the mountain.

In an instant, Mo Jia's attack arrays trembled in unison, unleashing beams of destructive immortal light at the same time.

On the spot, the Ming Wang Zong experts were caught off guard by Mo Jia. The destructive immortal light swept through, sending swaths of figures plummeting from the void and turning swaths into blood mist.

The most unfortunate was Ming Wang Zong's high priest, a Zhun Sheng who was instantly killed by Mo Jia's attack arrays.

"Kill!" The eight Zhun Sheng of Mo Jia charged out, heading straight for the eight Zhun Sheng of Ming Wang Zong.

Behind them, Mo Jia's experts surged like a tide, each filled with soaring battle intent, their attacks fierce and unmatched.

"Kill!" The Ming Wang Zong experts were enraged and charged in overwhelming numbers.

The great battle erupted in an instant. As soon as the two sides clashed, swaths of blood mist exploded, lives as cheap as grass.

Upon seeing this, cultivators from all sides retreated hastily, fearing the aftershocks, but their gazes mostly remained fixed on the ethereal void.

Compared to the clash between Mo Jia and Ming Wang Zong, they were more concerned about the outcome between Ming Wang Laozu and Ye Chen. That was the true epic showdown, and their victory or defeat would determine the life and death of this war.

"Die!" From the ethereal void above, Ming Wang Laozu's ferocious roar echoed, as he once again covered the heavens with a palm.

Ye Chen met it with a punch, but he couldn't escape being struck down from the void, his falling body smashing a deep crater into the ground.

"You're impressive!" Ye Chen struggled to his feet, cursing loudly at the void, then turned and fled.

Seeing this, Ming Wang Laozu pursued with a surging sea of blood, no longer caring about the battle between Ming Wang Zong and Mo Jia. In his view, compared to the outcome of the two sides, killing Ye Chen was more important.

Ming Wang Laozu's decision was not wrong. A Huang Jing with the power to match him, a Sheng Ren—if Ye Chen were allowed to grow, he would become a massive threat to Ming Wang Zong in the future.

As for Ye Chen, he was more than happy to see Ming Wang Laozu chasing him.

The only real threat to Mo Jia was this Sheng Ren, Ming Wang Laozu. By doing this, he was alleviating pressure on Mo Jia.