Chapter 1250: Professional Teammate-Pitting

Boom!

The black shadow person struck with a palm, sending the purple-haired youth flying back. His eyes, glowing with an eerie light, flashed with a cold, chilling gleam.

Damn it!

Ye Chen let out a fierce howl and swung his sword, unleashing a river of stars.

The black shadow person snorted coldly, extending his dark palm across the void like a hand of destruction, instantly erasing that river of stars.

The purple-haired youth was also furious beyond measure, summoning his natal magical artifact—a divine lamp wreathed in sacred fire.

It was an extraordinary sacred weapon, inscribed with the laws of saints and etched with ancient secret techniques. The divine radiance swirling around it carried terrifying power, and the flickering sacred fire flames gleamed with a demonic light.

Seeking death!

The black shadow person stepped forward, striking with another palm that covered the starry sky, but he failed to extinguish the divine fire of the lamp.

Keep going!

Ye Chen was exceptionally lively, charging forward again with his sacred weapon, the killing sword in hand.

The purple-haired youth attacked with overwhelming dominance as well, unleashing various divine abilities one after another.

The black shadow person grew disheveled, his hair in disarray and his face twisted in ferocity. In that moment, he regretted not agreeing to the purple-haired youth's earlier proposal, which had led to this joint assault.

You and I can take him down—the flesh body will be yours!

The black shadow person shouted coldly, directing his words at the purple-haired youth.

Too late!

The purple-haired youth cursed loudly, completely ignoring him.

"I'm a saint, not some three-year-old child. You say you'll give it, then you won't—who do you think you are? Now you're regretting it? Too late."

You...!

The purple-haired youth's words nearly made the black shadow person choke with rage. Given his status and power, offering those words was already a huge concession, yet he had been met with rejection.

I really admire you!

Ye Chen said earnestly to the purple-haired youth, giving him a thumbs-up.

Kill!

The black shadow person was furious, his killing intent surging.

He raised one hand to the sky, conjuring a massive black vortex. The vortex was terrifyingly powerful, capable of devouring heaven and earth, grinding anything sucked into it to dust on the spot.

I'll handle this!

Ye Chen volunteered eagerly, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow. He transformed immortal fire into a divine bow and heavenly thunder into a divine arrow. With godly fire and thunder, he fired a shot that pierced through worlds, striking straight into the black vortex and tearing it apart.

Shooting Heaven Secret Technique!

The arriving powerhouses narrowed their eyes slightly. Those with keen insight recognized Ye Chen's technique—it was the lost Sun-Shooting Divine Ability of the Wu Clan.

What is his background, exactly?

Countless quasi-saints and saints fixed their gazes on Ye Chen, their aged eyes narrowing with deep scrutiny. Mastering a long-lost secret technique alone marked him as no ordinary figure.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the three-way battle escalated, raging fiercely. Both the black shadow person and Ye Chen with the purple-haired youth were covered in bloody wounds, their blood staining the starry sky.

Damn it!

Ye Chen howled dominantly once more, shrinking the distance in a single step and thrusting his sword through the black shadow person's chest.

You deserve to die!

The black shadow person roared like thunder, slapping Ye Chen away with a palm.

Ye Chen was injured, hurtling thousands of feet and smashing a desolate star to pieces.

Meanwhile, the purple-haired youth's attack arrived. He wielded his natal sacred weapon, sweeping out a beam of annihilating divine light that nearly split the black shadow person in two.

The black shadow person gritted his teeth, his eyes blood-red and savage. He pointed a beam of divine light at the purple-haired youth's forehead, aiming straight for his divine platform to destroy his primordial spirit and true form in one strike, showing no mercy.

The purple-haired youth sneered, as if he already knew the black shadow person's tactics and was familiar with his abilities. He dodged just in time, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, and countered with a swing of his hand.

Boom! Bang!

The battle intensified again. The black shadow person's killing intent overflowed, while the purple-haired youth harbored his own pent-up rage. The two saints unleashed secret techniques endlessly, clashing in the starry sky.

Many onlookers had already started stroking their beards thoughtfully.

For some reason, watching the black shadow person and the purple-haired youth fight so spectacularly, they felt something was missing.

What was missing? More precisely, it was a person—or to be exact, Ye Chen.

In a two-against-one scenario, how had it turned into a one-on-one fight?

Instinctively, some turned their eyes toward the direction where Ye Chen had been sent flying.

He had only flown a few thousand feet—two or three shifts should have brought him back. But why, after more than a dozen exchanges between the black shadow person and the purple-haired youth, was there no sign of him returning to join the fight?

He couldn't have been killed, could he?

Someone glanced that way and muttered quietly.

I think he's probably run off!

Looks like a classic case of professional pit teammate!

Someone else rubbed their chin, their expression turning strangely amused.

Coincidentally, whether it was the speaker's loud voice or the purple-haired youth's sharp hearing, he overheard it. Caught off guard, he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

What are you waiting for? Chase him!

The saints and quasi-saints who had wanted to eliminate Ye Chen and Si Tu Nan snorted coldly and charged en masse toward the direction Ye Chen had gone, with even the distant quasi-emperors and emperor-level experts rushing to follow without catching their breath.

Bastard!

The purple-haired youth and the black shadow person stopped fighting, both roaring in anger as they turned and sped off like divine lights in pursuit.

It was worth noting that during their chase of Ye Chen, the two exchanged glances more than once.

It's all your fault!

They gritted their teeth, their eyes red, as if ready to clash for another eight hundred rounds right there.

Originally, things shouldn't have played out like this. According to the plan, they should have teamed up to kill Ye Chen. But because they had fought to the death, the main target had escaped, leaving them foolishly brawling as if there was no end in sight.

Boom! Boom!

The starry sky grew unsettled, with so many quasi-saints and saints moving that the heavens rumbled.

Yet, even with such a force, they all came to a halt in a section of the starry sky, their eyes narrowing as they looked at one another in confusion. After chasing for so long, they had lost him.

Bastard!

Cries of rage echoed wave after wave, knocking the arriving quasi-emperors and emperor-level experts off their feet.

In a remote, desolate part of space, the void twisted slightly, and Ye Chen emerged.

Clever me!

Ye Chen chuckled slyly, glanced around, and vanished in an instant.

It was all because he had played his role too convincingly, charging forward fearlessly and giving the purple-haired youth the illusion of a reliable ally. That allowed him to slip away at the perfect moment, completely deceiving the purple-haired youth.

As night fell, most of the spectators had dispersed, but groups of quasi-saints and saints continued searching for Ye Chen. Among them were the black shadow person and the purple-haired youth, who had surprisingly formed an alliance.

Ah!

In the crowd, the fatty old man and Gu Lan both sighed. They had intended to take Ye Chen back, but he had slipped away again.

Gu Lan, in particular, glanced at the fatty old man more than once on the way back. Earlier, the fatty old man had sworn that if they didn't catch Ye Chen, he would change his surname.

The fatty old man coughed awkwardly, shook his head, and picked up his pace.

After some time, the two flew into an enormously vast ancient star, even larger than the one inhabited by the Sheng Wang Man Ren. It was enveloped in a purple haze, radiating brilliance.

In this star domain, this ancient star had its own exclusive name: Xian Yue Xing.

They landed on a stretch of immortal mountains on Xian Yue Xing—this was the Xian Yue Palace, one of the few major powers in the region.

Seeing the two return, many elders hurried forward, their eyes full of expectation.

The fatty old man and Gu Lan both chuckled dryly and walked up a mountain peak. There stood an ice jade bed, upon which lay a young girl, as if sealed in slumber.

If Ye Chen were here, he would surely be astonished, for she was also a reincarnated soul from Da Chu.