Chapter 1365: Three Families' Siege

The great battle erupted in an instant, with Ye Chen trapped in a section of the virtual sky, taking on three Zhun Sheng Wang single-handedly.

The virtual sky was collapsing, the earth was shattering, and the void space was in utter chaos. Laws and divine abilities intertwined, painting vast and magnificent visions, though they carried an aura of destruction and annihilation.

It was clear that despite Ye Chen's heaven-defying combat prowess, he was still being suppressed by the three Zhun Sheng Wang, leaving him battered and bloody, nearly cleaved in two several times, yet he stubbornly held on.

In comparison, the three Zhun Sheng Wang were in a much better state, but they were also in a sorry mess, growing increasingly shocked as the fight dragged on. They had underestimated the Huang Gu Sheng Ti; this bloodline had never been simple since ancient times, with every member capable of scripting mythical legends.

The scene of the battle was both grand and harrowing. A single Zhun Sheng facing three Zhun Sheng Wang without being immediately suppressed was unprecedented across the myriad realms of the heavens—Ye Chen was truly one of a kind.

"Seen some impressive fighters, but never one this impressive."

The cultivators watching the spectacle had caught up, and upon witnessing the earth-shattering scene, their faces turned pale. Battles of this level were extraordinarily fierce.

"Compared to this, the earlier fight against the three families' divine sons was just child's play." Someone sighed. "No wonder nearly two hundred thousand cultivators from Tai Qing Gong couldn't stop the Huang Gu Sheng Ti."

"Ever since coming to Xuan Huang Continent, the things the Sheng Ti has done have been more shocking than the last!"

"This old man can tell you, after a quick divination, that the three Zhun Sheng Wang from Zhi Zun Cheng won't take down the Huang Gu Sheng Ti."

"I wonder if the experts from Piao Miao Gong and Tai Qing Gong are on their way. If they arrive, things will really heat up." Many muttered quietly, while glancing around warily.

And sure enough, looking toward the distant eastern horizon, massive clouds were roiling tumultuously. Even from afar, the rumbling sounds could be heard, like thousands of troops charging forward. War banners soared high, emblazoned with three prominent characters: Tai Qing Gong.

At the same time, the western horizon was also thundering. Streams of divine rainbows streaked across the sky—some on flying swords, others riding clouds or mounted on spirit beasts. Their formation was no smaller than Tai Qing Gong's, spreading out like a vast army, with another war banner bearing three striking characters: Piao Miao Gong.

But wait, it wasn't over yet—the southern sky was shaking too, as experts from Zhi Zun Cheng rushed in to join the fight. Though no Zhun Sheng Wang led them, their ranks were still enormously large, rumbling through the virtual sky as they advanced.

The three factions seemed to have some unspoken understanding, racing desperately to arrive first, all afraid that the other two would seize the Huang Gu Sheng Ti's treasures ahead of them. After all, they hadn't come all this way for nothing.

Witnessing the three factions charging in, the surrounding cultivators all changed color and fled immediately, fearing they might get caught in the aftermath.

Ye Chen could see it too, and his face darkened to the extreme. He detected the auras of more than one Zhun Sheng Wang. Such a massive force would make even a Sheng Wang think twice before engaging.

Unfortunately, his Six Paths Immortal Wheel Eye was severely damaged and currently sealed, preventing him from using the Heavenly Dao to escape.

Realizing this, Ye Chen didn't dare linger any longer. He took a direct sword strike head-on and turned to flee at full speed.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The black-robed Zhun Sheng Wang snorted coldly and shifted in a single step to block his path, wielding a Sheng Wang artifact to press the attack.

Ye Chen had no time to deal with him and used Shrinking the Earth into Inches to dodge, but before he could steady himself, the purple-robed Zhun Sheng Wang struck with a palm, sending him flying eight thousand zhang and smashing a towering mountain peak into rubble.

Strangely enough, that palm from the purple-robed Zhun Sheng Wang actually helped Ye Chen, blasting him right out of the encirclement.

Amid the flying debris, Ye Chen leaped out and scrambled desperately toward the north.

The three Zhun Sheng Wang surged with vital energy as they pursued relentlessly. The white-robed and black-robed ones even shot the purple-robed one a fierce glare: Are you doing this on purpose? Couldn't you aim properly? Now you've sent him flying eight thousand zhang—just what were you thinking?

"Nonsense!"

The Zhun Sheng Wang from Tai Qing Gong and Piao Miao Gong, who were charging in, also cursed loudly and executed a dazzling drift maneuver. Whether coming from the south, east, or west, they all veered without exception toward the northern virtual sky in hot pursuit.

This time, the purple-robed Zhun Sheng Wang's face burned with embarrassment, his expression twisted and ferocious, grinding his teeth like a demon.

The heavens and earth trembled under the stampede of cultivators like a tidal wave, creating an extraordinarily massive commotion.

Seeing this, Ye Chen didn't dare look back. He burned his vital energy and desperately used Shrinking the Earth into Inches, with a pack of beasts hot on his tail—if they caught him, he'd be devoured down to the bone.

Now things were lively—truly lively. Such a huge disturbance drew even more cultivators, and news of the events spread like wings to all directions. Anyone who heard it couldn't help but change color dramatically.

Xiao Ling Wa and the others from Man Shan were also drawn in. From a distance, they watched with sighs, tongue-clicking, and grimaces. Ye Chen was Ye Chen, wherever he went, trouble followed, and the scale was always extraordinarily large.

Still, they just watched; they weren't foolish enough to rush in for a rescue. Going would be pointless and only add pressure on Ye Chen. They wisely assumed his escape skills were unparalleled in the world.

Indeed, Ye Chen's escape abilities were peerless, and his style was undeniably bold and dominant.

What a scene it was—so many experts, including Zhun Sheng Wang, all chasing down a single Zhun Sheng level. You didn't even need to see it; just imagining it was absurd and ironic.

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, another great mountain collapsed, pulverized by a palm from the purple-robed Zhun Sheng Wang.

Among so many pursuers, he was running the fastest, his face dark with rage. If not for that outrageous palm of his, Ye Chen wouldn't have broken free from the encirclement, and it fueled his inner fury.

Unfortunately, that palm was still as outrageous as ever, but it missed Ye Chen, who dodged it successfully.

Ye Chen had no guts to turn back and fight; he focused solely on fleeing northward, speeding along because the other three directions were blocked by powerful pursuers, leaving only the north clear.

And so, this chase continued with tremendous noise, toppling mountains, reversing rivers, and even devastating ancient cities along the way. Everywhere they passed became ruins.

Who would have thought this pursuit would last three full days without stopping? Some meticulous observers calculated that they had covered at least ten million li, venturing beyond the three factions' territories.

Yet, the relentless experts from Tai Qing Gong, Piao Miao Gong, and Zhi Zun Cheng showed no sign of giving up, chasing with everything they had, as if they wouldn't rest until they caught him.

The spectators were no ordinary idlers either; the three factions had chased Ye Chen for ten million li, and they followed suit for ten million li. If you didn't know better, you'd think Ye Chen had a mortal grudge against them.

The fourth day quietly arrived, and many gave up, exhausted and panting heavily, all while giving a thumbs-up toward the direction Ye Chen had fled: You're damn impressive.

The fifth day followed, and Ye Chen, stumbling and crawling, flew into an endless expanse of Cang Yuan.

Even his Huang Gu Sheng Ti vital energy was starting to wane after days of nonstop flight. He'd consumed countless pills but still couldn't shake off his pursuers.

Ahead, a tiny speck of light appeared, growing clearer as he approached—it was a person.

It was an old man, or more precisely, a short old man, barely a meter tall, sitting cross-legged on a purple gold gourd, with a pair of amusing mustache whiskers.

Zhun Di!

Though far away, Ye Chen could still sense that obscure aura, one that harmonized with the heavens and earth, possessed only by true Zhun Di level experts.

As Ye Chen looked at him, the short old man on the purple gold gourd happened to open his eyes and glance back.

But to Ye Chen's utter bewilderment, the Zhun Di level short old man, upon seeing his face, didn't think twice and turned to flee, his escape style truly bold and dominant.

PS: Sorry, in Chapter 1405, there was a mistake; if Tian Zhu Que is a Saint, it was accidentally written as Zhun Sheng.