Chapter 1359: Single Challenge Three

Under the gaze of thousands, attacks rained down from the sky in an instant, each one laced with a bone-chilling killing intent.

In that moment, the vast expanse of the void collapsed, space shattered, and cracks spread everywhere, evoking a sense of dread. What had been a stable world turned into a realm of chaos and destruction.

Onlookers felt their hearts race, many turning pale with fear. The meticulously planned kill strike from Taiqing Gong was powerful enough to crush a Zhun Sheng Wang in an instant, and even the Huanggu Shengti would find it hard to escape death.

Indeed, as the rolling smoke gradually dissipated from that area, Ye Chen's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Cultivators from all sides sighed in dismay, their murmurs of regret rising one after another. The Huanggu Shengti, a rare sight in a hundred thousand years, had been extinguished just like that. A bloodline on par with the emperors— who knew when it would reappear in the world.

In contrast, the people of Taiqing Gong grinned with a sinister edge, for this was the fate of those who dared to provoke them.

However, to everyone's astonishment, a sudden chorus of sword cries echoed from the nine heavens, so numerous that they merged into a single, deafening roar, making the entire world hum with the sound of swords and causing eardrums to ache.

Instinctively, whether the spectators or the Taiqing Gong members, all lifted their faces to look.

At this sight, everyone's hearts skipped a beat. High above the nine heavens, countless sword shadows materialized, each one radiating golden light and carrying destructive power. Their sheer number was overwhelming, enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Sheng... Shengti?

The sharp-eyed among them spotted a figure standing amid the myriad swords, like a supreme immortal sword himself. His dazzling divine glow illuminated the heavens and earth, as if he were the king of all swords, commanding the endless divine weapons.

This is impossible!

The people of Taiqing Gong stared in disbelief, their eyes bulging, while the onlookers' pupils contracted to pinpoints. The earlier kill strike had been potent enough to destroy a Zhun Sheng Wang, yet it failed to slay Ye Chen— how could they believe it?

Little did they know of Ye Chen's abilities or the extent of his existence.

As Xiao Ling Wa had said, Ye Chen's mastery of escape techniques was unmatched across the realms. The carefully orchestrated kill strike was indeed capable of exterminating him, but the issue was that, just a split second before the attacks hit, he had already slipped into a spatial black hole. Only after the danger passed did he emerge.

Impossible! This is impossible!

The Taiqing Gong experts were still roaring in fury, forgetting to deploy their protective barriers in the first place.

Wan Jian Chao Zong!

Amid the stunned gazes, a cold command echoed through the heavens as Ye Chen suddenly swung his sword, pointing it downward from on high.

Immediately, the myriad swords resonated and plunged from the sky like a rain of blades, enveloping the entire area.

Only then did the Taiqing Gong experts snap out of their rage and hastily summon their artifacts overhead, while the sages cast spells and erected barriers to shield their people.

But before their defenses could fully form, the onslaught of sword light arrived, piercing through the newly raised barriers and leaving them riddled with holes. Wherever the swords passed, cultivators turned to bloody mist in droves, their primordial spirits and true forms unable to escape annihilation. In an instant, the heavens were stained red with blood, a horrifying spectacle.

It was a terrifying scene: the dense crowd from Taiqing Gong was thinned out in patches, their ranks thrown into chaos by this wave of mass attack, suffering heavy and brutal losses.

Bastard!

The Taiqing Gong sages erupted in rage, brandishing their swords and pointing to the void.

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

At the command, the disheveled Taiqing Gong experts formed up and charged, targeting Ye Chen with the intent to blast him apart.

Ye Chen sneered and vanished in a flash, reappearing in the midst of the crowd. Without a word, he swung his sword, cutting down everything in a hundred-zhang radius with devastating force.

Kill!

It was the Taiqing Shen Zi who led the charge, rushing forward like a madman, his frenzy bordering on deranged. Unwilling to accept defeat, he unleashed his supreme divine techniques relentlessly, heedless of the cost.

Following suit, the Zhi Zun Shen Zi and the Piaomiao Shen Zi attacked from both flanks, their smiles twisted with malice and perverse excitement, eager to be the first to slay the Huanggu Shengti and prove their dao.

Ye Chen ignored the Zhi Zun Shen Zi and Piaomiao Shen Zi, charging straight for the Taiqing Shen Zi. He shattered the latter's divine techniques with a single palm and closed in, striking with another that sent the Taiqing Shen Zi's body flying in a spray of blood and bones.

Sensing the spatial swap mystic force, Ye Chen couldn't help but sneer. Having been burned once and tricked twice, did they really think it would work a third time? Underestimating me, are you?

In a brief instant, his vital energy surged like flames, with dao principles dancing around him and intertwining with his bloodline power. His Huanggu Shengti body became as heavy as a mountain, collapsing the space within a thousand zhang.

This forced the black-robed Taiqing Gong sage to spit blood. He had tried to use the spatial swap on Ye Chen, but with Ye Chen's secret technique in play, his own cultivation couldn't budge it.

I'll deal with you later!

Ye Chen cursed and pursued the Taiqing Shen Zi, his eyes fixed on that Dun Jia Tian Zi.

The Taiqing Shen Zi roared, forcibly regenerating his body and rising to fight again, pushing out a palm that toppled the void.

You're far from it!

Ye Chen snorted coldly and unleashed the Ba Huang Quan with overwhelming dominance. The punch tore through the void, and the Taiqing Shen Zi dropped to his knees on the spot, half his powerful body obliterated. Even the purple gold crown on his head fell from the sky, which Ye Chen swiftly stowed in his Qian Kun Bag.

After seizing the purple gold crown, Ye Chen didn't stop. He whirled around and charged at the black-robed Taiqing Gong sage, intent on capturing him for study— after all, he knew the heaven-defying secret of spatial swapping.

Where do you think you're going!

The Zhi Zun Shen Zi and Piaomiao Shen Zi arrived, blocking his path and slamming down their palms in unison.

Seeking trouble!

Ye Chen huffed, stepping through space in an instant to dodge the palms. He closed in on the Piaomiao Shen Zi and struck him flying with a palm, then spun and kicked the Zhi Zun Shen Zi away.

Kill!

The two instantly counterattacked, their faces contorted with fury. As renowned Zhun Sheng figures and divine heirs of great sects, they couldn't tolerate being repelled in a joint assault.

Once again blocked by the pair, Ye Chen wasted no words and engaged them directly, responding with his most dominant force.

As the three clashed, the surrounding Taiqing Gong experts halted their advance, each harboring their own schemes. Let them fight it out, they thought— once they're all battered, we'll strike.

But then, one restless figure charged in, howling deafeningly.

No need to say who it was— the Taiqing Shen Zi, as persistent as ever. Knocked down time and again, he refused to back down, even in his half-crippled state, eager to join the fray.

Ye Chen regarded his arrival with indifference; fighting two or three made little difference to him. The Huanggu Shengti was invincible at the same level— bring on three more, and he'd still beat them to tears.

Kill!

The three lunged together, abandoning all pretense of pride. Victory was all that mattered. They each activated their visions: the Zhi Zun Shen Zi with a majestic ancient city at his back, the Piaomiao Shen Zi with a vast sea of clouds above his head, and the Taiqing Shen Zi with a starry river under his feet. These powerful visions lit up the void and shook the heavens.

Ye Chen was no less formidable, deploying his Hun Dun Jie to overpower all, shattering their visions.

With their visions broken, their dao principles were suppressed, but the three refused to yield. Each unleashed their formidable divine techniques— unworldly secrets from their sects, brimming with icy destructive power.

Ye Chen was no pushover. He trod the seven stars, soaring through the nine heavens with godlike Taixu Shen Xing. In his hands, various divine techniques flowed, with sun, moon, and stars manifesting in his palms, each strike a supreme secret art.

The battle erupted, shaking the heavens and earth.

One Taiqing Shen Zi, one Piaomiao Shen Zi, one Zhi Zun Shen Zi, plus the Huanggu Shengti— all possessed the power to slay sages, clashing in a world-shattering frenzy.

The sky displayed a nightmarish scene amid the chaos: the four transformed into radiant divine dragons— one gold, one purple, one silver, one red— engaging in a contest of dao that stirred the very fabric of the world.

This was a rare spectacle in a millennium: the Huanggu Shengti taking on three and still holding the upper hand.

It must be noted that his opponents were among the most brilliant divine heirs in millions of miles, their combat prowess ranking high even in Dong Huang. Yet, he alone had them on the ropes.

The Taiqing Gong experts frowned, their eyes filled with cold light. Ye Chen's strength far exceeded their expectations. If given time, he would become a major threat— he absolutely could not be allowed to live.

The spectators were left slack-jawed, their eyes gleaming with admiration.

"The Huanggu Shengti's claim of being invincible at the same level is no exaggeration. Now that's a true peerless powerhouse, standing shoulder to shoulder with the emperors. Our ancestors spoke truly."

"Facing three and still dominating— I wonder how the Shengti compares to the Yao Chi Shen Nu of Dong Huang."

"The Dong Shen Yao Chi?"

"Besides her, who else in the younger generation of Xuan Huang Continent dares to claim that title?"

"Dong Shen, Xi Zun, Nan Di, Bei Sheng— the four most dazzling prodigies of Xuan Huang Continent. Ye Chen has certainly earned the right to stand among them." An elder cultivator stroked his beard thoughtfully. "This era is destined to be a golden age. The competition on the emperor's path will be more brutal than anyone imagined."