Chapter 1337: He's Scared

In response to Ye Chen's outburst, Bai Yue Sheng Wang was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled sinisterly, "Originally, we were waiting for the Ba Wang Long, but unexpectedly, we have an additional Huang Gu Sheng Ti. Today's luck is quite good indeed."

Ye Chen completely ignored Bai Yue Sheng Wang's words and glanced around at the surroundings. The starry sky in all directions was shaking, with powerful figures approaching in massive numbers.

He didn't need to look to know it was the army of cultivators from Bai Yue Shen Jiao. Tonight, they had lost two Zhun Sheng Wang, so they wouldn't let it go easily. This meant they were heading to attack the Yu Ling Family.

"Obediently come back with me, and I'll grant you a way to live or die." As Ye Chen scanned the starry sky, Bai Yue Sheng Wang gave a faint, eerie smile, his voice ethereal and desolate, sending chills down anyone's spine.

"You talk big—aren't you afraid of straining yourself?" Ye Chen cursed, wasting no time on further words. He turned and fled, his Huang Gu Sheng Ti escape technique as domineering and impressive as ever.

"Can you really get away?" Bai Yue Sheng Wang smirked slightly and took a step, crossing thousands of miles of starry space in an instant.

"This speed is top-notch." Ye Chen felt a shiver in his heart and burned his vital energy, fleeing for his life with all his might.

"Come on, let's fight him!" Inside the Chaos God Cauldron, the little spirit child was stirring up trouble, jumping around and shouting,

"Listen to me, unleash the Tian Zhao and burn that wretched old bastard to ashes."

"Get lost!" Ye Chen snapped back. If he could unleash Tian Zhao, he wouldn't be fleeing in such a sorry state. With his remaining lifespan, using it would send him straight to the underworld.

"This act must be put on—it's against the heavens not to."

"Fine, you do it then." Ye Chen was straightforward and tossed the little spirit child out of the great cauldron.

"You son of a bitch!" The little spirit child cursed loudly without a second thought and turned to flee. It was worth noting that his escape speed wasn't much slower than Ye Chen's.

"A futile struggle in death." Bai Yue Sheng Wang stepped forward and swung his palm, sweeping across the starry sky.

On the spot, Ye Chen and the little spirit child, who were speeding through the air, were sent flying by the palm strike. They tumbled hundreds of somersaults in the starry space before finally stopping in a disheveled heap over eight thousand zhang away.

Bai Yue Sheng Wang advanced slowly, like a ghostly specter of the night. His palm was as heavy as a massive mountain, covering thousands of zhang of starry space. The overwhelming Sheng Wang pressure caused the space to collapse inch by inch.

At this, the little spirit child chickened out and darted back into the Chaos God Cauldron, as obedient as could be.

Ye Chen also chickened out and immediately activated the Heavenly Dao. If his opponent were a Zhun Sheng Wang, he might have a chance to fight, but this was a complete Sheng Wang—there was no way to win; fighting would only lead to defeat.

Although he escaped into a black hole, Bai Yue Sheng Wang's palm still came crashing down, pulverizing the starry space.

Bai Yue Sheng Wang strode through the starry space, his brows furrowed slightly. He had seen clearly that Ye Chen hadn't been crushed by his palm; Ye Chen had vanished just before the strike landed.

"Such a divine ability exists in this world." Bai Yue Sheng Wang's old eyes flickered with shifting, mysterious light. Even with his Sheng Wang insight, he couldn't figure out how Ye Chen had disappeared in an instant.

"Ancestor." From all sides, groups of figures gathered, some riding clouds and mist, others on spirit beasts, all dressed in robes bearing the Yin Yue totem. Their numbers were vast, like an endless ocean, forming a massive army of cultivators that filled the starry space.

"Surround the Yu Ling Family." Bai Yue Sheng Wang's face was dark with anger, his cold snort echoing through the starry space.

"As ordered." The experts of Bai Yue Shen Jiao united and charged toward Yu Ling Star in a grand procession.

Just as Ye Chen had guessed, they were going to attack Yu Ling Star. However, for some reason, Bai Yue Sheng Wang suddenly struck midway, severing a spatial passage, which delayed their arrival.

The starry space trembled because of the enormous Bai Yue Shen Jiao forces. Counting them, there were nearly three million cultivators, surging like tides and seas, sweeping across the stars and making forces from all directions change color.

One Sheng Wang, four Zhun Sheng Wang, nine Sheng Ren, and three million cultivators!

Was Bai Yue Shen Jiao launching a war?

Shudders spread in all directions, and people from smaller forces didn't dare show themselves, huddling in their own ancient stars.

Before long, booming sounds came from the direction of Yu Ling Star.

Looking from afar, it was a grand spectacle. The Bai Yue Shen Jiao army had Yu Ling Star completely surrounded, with over ten thousand attack formations bombarding the star's protective barrier wildly.

Yet, to the shock of all sides, even with such a formidable force, Bai Yue Shen Jiao couldn't shake the Yu Ling Family's barrier at all. A powerful and mysterious force seemed to be guarding it in the shadows.

Bai Yue Sheng Wang's face twisted in fury as he repeatedly ordered the bombardment, determined not to stop until the Yu Ling Family was destroyed.

Hit it—keep hitting!

Meanwhile, the Yu Ling Family members were all calm and composed—some sipping tea, others flirting—having just finished inscribing the array diagrams from the Tai Xu Gu Long lineage. That's when Bai Yue Shen Jiao arrived.

In fact, the array diagrams from the Tai Xu Gu Long lineage proved incredibly strong, turning Yu Ling Star into an impregnable fortress. No matter how Bai Yue Shen Jiao attacked, they couldn't budge it.

While the battle raged on that side, the black hole was also buzzing with activity.

There, Ye Chen and the little spirit child, those two troublemakers, were fleeing side by side, one shouting louder than the other, one running faster than the other, their escape postures as domineering as ever.

The reason for their ungraceful flight was the pursuer behind them—not a person, but a pitch-black skull, wrapped in rolling demonic fog. Every wisp of demonic energy was ice-cold and desolate, every strand as heavy as a mountain, its pressure world-shattering.

Earlier, when Ye Chen entered the black hole, he had spotted the skull and knew it was dangerous, so he fled far away. But the little spirit child insisted it was a treasure worth studying at home.

Unexpectedly, the skull had a temper and attacked without warning.

In the midst of the fight, the little spirit child ran off, and the skull, being just as stubborn, chased relentlessly, dragging Ye Chen into it and creating this chaotic scene.

"From what I can tell, it's a Quasi-Di skull." The little spirit child glanced back while fleeing.

"Get out of here, just get lost!" Ye Chen cursed furiously, his face full of dark lines.

"I told you not to mess with it—did you eat too much and get bored? If you're so tough, go back and keep fighting!"

"Don't make a fuss; I can't beat it."

"What kind of karma did I build in my past life to run into a wretch like you? Wherever we go, we're chased!"

"That's nonsense; it's just a coincidence." The little spirit child shook his head vigorously, not slowing his pace one bit.

"You—" Ye Chen's curse hadn't fully left his mouth when he was hit by a wisp of black fog from the skull. The Quasi-Di skull bone carried annihilating energy, cracking even his Sheng Ti body.

The little spirit child fared no better; he was struck by a wisp of demonic fog, leaving him bloody and mangled. Thankfully, his Ba Wang Long body was tough, or the strike could have shattered him.

Go!

Ye Chen activated the Heavenly Dao again, pulling the little spirit child out of the black hole and dodging the skull's suppression.

However, when they reappeared, they weren't in the starry space but in a vibrant immortal mountain filled with radiant colors. A hundred-zhang-tall stone stele stood there, inscribed with four prominent characters: Bai Yue Shen Jiao.

"Are we in the enemy's den?" The little spirit child steadied himself, staring in astonishment at the stele. The words "Bai Yue Shen Jiao" on it were particularly glaring in his round eyes.

"I heard the experts from Bai Yue Shen Jiao have all gone to attack the Yu Ling Family." Ye Chen smoothed his hair meaningfully.

"Little me did a quick divination—if my calculations are right, tonight we can pull off a great act." The little spirit child also spoke with a serious tone.