Chapter 1318: Dividing the Spoils

Bastard!

The saints and quasi-saints of Kulou Wang Dian roared in unison, surging forward like a tidal wave, deploying massive killing formations across the vast sky to target Ye Chen. They awakened their ancient divine power, determined to obliterate him in a single strike.

Ye Chen paid them no mind, continuing his pursuit of Xuefa Shengren, his sword cutting through wave after wave.

Xuefa Shengren's face contorted with savage fury as he stumbled backward, his body drenched in blood, his insides churning with rage. He couldn't comprehend why, with nearly a million people from Kulou Wang Dian present, they were all focused on chasing him.

Fengshen Jue!

As Xuefa Shengren seethed with anger, Ye Chen flashed forward in an instant, thrusting his sword straight through his chest.

Severely wounded, Xuefa Shengren's primordial spirit attempted to escape, but Ye Chen was faster. He caught up and struck with a palm, nearly erasing Xuefa Shengren's primordial spirit. Sealing it, Ye Chen stored it inside his cauldron.

At that moment, the attacks from Kulou Wang Dian's experts arrived, a torrential bombardment from all sides.

Not only that, but the depths of Kulou Wang Dian's underground palace exploded, and a figure in blood-red robes burst forth, exuding a domineering aura of desolation that shook the heavens and earth. It was Kulou Wang Dian's quasi-saint king.

Seeing this, Ye Chen, who had been ready to rampage further, didn't hesitate and immediately fled. After all, it was a quasi-saint king.

Stay!

Kulou Wang Dian's quasi-saint king snarled coldly, stepping through space to close in, his palm blotting out the sky as it pressed down on Ye Chen.

That palm from the quasi-saint king was as heavy as a massive mountain, carrying power capable of destroying everything, fused with hundreds of divine abilities. Even before it fully landed, the void sky collapsed.

Ye Chen frowned and spun around, shattering a section of the firmament with a single step. He unleashed a domineering punch of the Eight Wastelands, also infused with dao principles and various divine abilities, driven by an invincible will to battle, meeting the quasi-saint king head-on.

Boom!

Their fist and palm collided, the thunderous explosion shaking the nine heavens. Hundreds of immortal mountains in Kulou Wang Dian crumbled instantly, and the charging experts from Kulou Wang Dian were sent flying in waves.

Both the Kulou Wang Dian quasi-saint king and Ye Chen were forced back, with blood trickling from the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.

The Kulou Wang Dian quasi-saint king fared no better, his insides thrown into turmoil by Ye Chen's punch. Though he didn't spit blood, his palm was mangled with bloody bones, every drop of blood a dark black.

The experts from Kulou Wang Dian were all stunned, realizing Ye Chen could fight their ancestor to a standstill.

The Kulou Wang Dian quasi-saint king was equally shocked. He was clearly just a quasi-saint, yet he could clash evenly without falling behind. This news was utterly alarming—when had quasi-saint combat power become so formidable?

A quasi-saint king truly isn't to be trifled with!

Ye Chen wiped the blood from his mouth, gaining a rough assessment of a quasi-saint king level cultivator's strength. Though not as ferocious as a saint king, they were far more terrifying than saints.

See you later!

Glancing once more at the Kulou Wang Dian quasi-saint king, Ye Chen stepped into the void sky and fled.

Where do you think you're going!

The Kulou Wang Dian quasi-saint king snorted coldly and stepped through space again, like a divine ray pursuing him.

By now, his expression of shock had turned ferocious. He couldn't tolerate a quasi-saint fighting him to an equal stand—this was a massive humiliation for someone at the quasi-saint king level.

Moreover, Kulou Wang Dian was a colossal power in this star domain, and to be so brazenly raided, with heavy casualties and a saint's primordial spirit captured, he, as the ancestor, wouldn't let it slide. If word got out, Kulou Wang Dian's prestige would be ruined.

These were two reasons, and another was that Ye Chen's talent made him wary. If a mere quasi-saint was this strong, given enough time, he would become a tremendous threat.

Thus, he resolved to kill Ye Chen outright, regardless of the motive, to nip him in the bud.

The other experts from Kulou Wang Dian shared this view and wouldn't allow Ye Chen to live.

As a result, the saints, quasi-saints, and hundreds of thousands of cultivators from Kulou Wang Dian poured out in a massive swarm—some flying on swords, others riding spirit beasts, and still others soaring through the clouds—in an enormous formation.

The night, which should have been serenely quiet, became extraordinarily lively, with even the starry sky trembling.

The forces in this star domain were stirred once more, dispatching people to investigate. When they saw Kulou Wang Dian's massive lineup, they were all appalled. It had been years since such a grand display.

"What on earth is Kulou Wang Dian doing with this kind of force?" someone exclaimed in shock amid the alarm.

"Are they launching a war?" Many hearts trembled at the thought. They knew Kulou Wang Dian's overwhelming strength—few in this star domain could withstand such a force.

"It's not a war; they're chasing someone." Someone's gaze fell on the fleeing Ye Chen.

"A quasi-saint king, nine saints, over a hundred quasi-saints, and hundreds of thousands of cultivators, all just to hunt one person?"

"Who is that black-robed, masked figure that Kulou Wang Dian is deploying such a massive force against?" Many were astonished, deeply curious about Ye Chen's identity.

"This old man has cultivated for over two thousand years and has never seen anyone escape so fast." Many veteran cultivators stared at Ye Chen in amazement, their expressions odd. With such escape speed, it's no wonder he dared to provoke Kulou Wang Dian—in terms of fleeing, no one in this star domain could match him.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As discussions erupted on all sides, the commotion in the starry sky grew even more intense, as the Kulou Wang Dian quasi-saint king and saints unleashed their ultimate attacks in pursuit of Ye Chen.

Unfortunately, their skills fell short—or more precisely, their speed couldn't keep up with Ye Chen's. Thus, although their divine abilities were all lethal techniques, none managed to hit him.

Ye Chen moved like a streak of lightning, drawing a brilliant arc through the vast starry sky.

His escape technique was indeed impressive, even leaving the Kulou Wang Dian quasi-saint king far behind.

It wasn't until some unknown time that the starry sky finally fell silent, as they lost sight of Ye Chen during the chase.

Bastard!

The Kulou Wang Dian ancestor quasi-saint king roared in rage, his voice echoing through the stars, like a maddened demon.

What a humiliation, an utter disgrace! Mobilizing such a force and still failing to capture him was absurd. Worse, they still didn't know who he was, so seeking revenge was impossible.

The surrounding cultivators sighed and clicked their tongues in amazement.

Especially the older generations, who had cultivated for centuries, had never seen Kulou Wang Dian suffer such a setback.

Meanwhile, the protagonist of this grand spectacle had already activated a spatial black hole and summoned over a thousand illuminating spirit pearls, creating a bright area a thousand zhang in radius, warm and comfortable within the black hole.

Only then did he release the male and female reincarnated individuals from his divine cauldron.

Although the reincarnated people had been continuously channeling essence into him inside the cauldron, their condition remained poor. They were still unconscious, their faces pale, and their auras weak.

Ye Chen hurriedly placed his hands on their shoulders, channeling his surging sacred body essence into their bodies.

These two were people he knew well.

The man was Xiao Feng, the master of the Heavenly Court's first branch hall, who in a past life had been the first divine general under Xuan Huang. Whether in the era of Xuan Huang or when the Heavenly Court unified Da Chu, he had achieved legendary feats in battle.

As for the woman, she was Fuling, the valley master of Wanhua Valley, the younger sister of Dao Huang, and the aunt of Biyou.

Ye Chen held deep respect for them from the start. Xiao Feng, as hall master, had never removed his armor, fighting like a true general. He had died heroically on the walls of Nan Chu.

Fuling was among the most powerful female predecessors in Da Chu, the sister of Dao Huang, a master of heaven and earth. She had fallen in the arms of Old Man Zhuge during the heavenly demon invasion.

Seeing them in such a pitiful state now, Ye Chen's heart pained him repeatedly. During the chase by Kulou Wang Dian, he had more than once impulsively wanted to turn back and seek justice for them.

As he thought about it, Ye Chen temporarily withdrew his cold aura and waved his hand to summon various spiritual herbs, sending them into their bodies.

Their injuries were too severe; even with his help, he couldn't awaken them from their coma.

It wasn't until three hours later that he withdrew his divine abilities and laid them on a newly formed cloud bed.

Xiao Feng and Fuling remained unconscious, but their conditions were improving. Their heart veins and primordial spirits were now protected by sacred body essence, so recovery was only a matter of time—at least, their lives were no longer in danger.

After settling them, Ye Chen pulled out the primordial spirit of Xuefa Shengren from Kulou Wang Dian.

The moment Xuefa Shengren was released, he stumbled back a step, his pale face filled with terror.

Though sealed in the Chaos Great Cauldron, he had seen everything clearly. This masked quasi-saint cultivator before him possessed extraordinarily domineering combat power, able to stand toe-to-toe with a quasi-saint king. No wonder he had been defeated so miserably and captured alive—his opponent had the strength to do so.

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. It was as if he had already guessed his fate, his primordial spirit trembling as he retreated further.

Ye Chen chuckled coldly and advanced step by step, eyeing him with interest.

"Can you escape?"

"Who are you? I have no grudge against you."

Whether from fear or something else, the retreating Xuefa Shengren snarled fiercely.

"Senior, you're quite forgetful!" Ye Chen smiled leisurely, raising his hand to remove the Ghost Underworld Mask from his face, revealing his sharp, weathered features.

"You..." Xuefa Shengren's primordial spirit shuddered violently, as if recognizing Ye Chen, his eyes bulging and pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

He had thought his surprise attack with an arrow that day had destroyed Ye Chen, but to his shock, Ye Chen was still alive.

Everything clicked for him. He understood why Ye Chen was only chasing him—this was revenge! For that, Ye Chen had boldly raided Kulou Wang Dian at night; he was someone who settled scores no matter how small.

Ye Chen didn't respond to Xuefa Shengren's incredulous expression—he didn't bother. His palm was already pressed against Xuefa Shengren's heavenly spirit cap, unleashing a powerful soul divine ability.

Immediately, Xuefa Shengren's shrill screams echoed through the black hole, his illusory primordial spirit twisting in agony.

Only then did he truly understand regret. He regretted provoking this disaster of a god, leading to his own demise, doomed to turn to dust in this black hole.

Little did he know, Ye Chen hadn't come specifically for him; he was there for the reincarnated people. It was just that Xuefa Shengren had jumped out eagerly, only to be dragged into this mess.