Chapter 1395: Fighting the Barbarians

Seeing that Ye Chen still didn't want to fight, Man Zu Shen Zi buried his head in his storage bag and rummaged around. After three or five seconds, he pulled out a piece of gleaming Xian Tie and held it in his palm.

As soon as the Xian Tie appeared, Ye Chen's eyes lit up, as if he recognized what it was and could clearly feel his Hun Dun Shen Ding trembling, perhaps from sheer excitement.

Not just his eyes; everyone present, whether Shen Zi or Shen Nu, Zhun Sheng or Zhun Di, had their eyes shining with brilliant divine light. Even Jiu Jian Xian turned his head to look.

"If you beat me, this Xian Tie is yours."

"Shen Zi, you shouldn't—"

"I want to fight him." The Man Zu Shen Zi interrupted the Man Zu Da Sheng before he could finish.

"A single fight is worth such a price?" Ye Chen asked, smiling at Man Zu Shen Zi.

"It's all just worldly possessions." Man Zu Shen Zi flashed a grin, showing two rows of white teeth. "Like I said before, I just want to have a fair and square fight with the Sacred Body. So, what do you say? Are you in or not?"

"Fine, let's fight." Ye Chen laughed and rolled his neck vigorously. It wasn't just for the golden Xian Tie; more importantly, he wanted to fulfill Man Zu Shen Zi's long-held wish to battle the Huang Gu Sheng Ti.

"Great!" Man Zu Shen Zi perked up instantly, slapped the ground, and leaped to his feet.

The Man Zu Da Shengs all sighed but said no more, turning to return to their seats. The Man Zu people were warriors, and their proud Shen Zi was no exception. They didn't want him to have any regrets.

A new battle platform was set up, with Ye Chen standing in the east and Man Zu Shen Zi in the west.

The spectators straightened up, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They didn't care about who won or lost; what mattered was whether this battle would be even more spectacular than the previous one. This was the peak showdown of the younger generation.

Under everyone's gaze, a ancient Man Wen appeared on Man Zu Shen Zi's forehead, and runes etched themselves onto his bare arms. His bronze skin crackled with streaks of lightning.

His Qi and blood surged like rivers and seas, every strand wild and violent, every strand as heavy as mountains, devoid of any murderous intent and purely embodying the power of the Man Zu. His divine eyes shone brightly, radiating dazzling light—perhaps knowing Ye Chen's strength, he unleashed his peak power from the start.

Ye Chen smiled and activated his Dao of Magic, his golden Qi and blood surging as his Sacred Body seemed forged from pure gold.

Ye Chen also went all out, giving his full effort. Man Zu Shen Zi was different from Feng Huang Shen Zi; he truly wanted a straightforward fight with Ye Chen, free of personal grudges, even going so far as to offer a piece of Xian Tie. His pure-hearted determination moved Ye Chen.

Precisely because of that, Ye Chen wouldn't hold back—this was the basic respect he owed to Man Zu Shen Zi.

"Battle!"

Man Zu Shen Zi roared, stomping the platform to pieces and charging forward with a ferocious aura. His wolf-tooth club was wrapped in thunder, delivering a devastating blow that shattered the void.

Ye Chen said nothing, charging bare-handed with his golden fist covered in holy light, meeting the attack head-on.

Thunderous explosions erupted instantly, space collapsing inch by inch. Man Zu Shen Zi's wolf-tooth club was sent flying, and his hand bones shattered with blood spraying, but they regenerated in an instant.

Ye Chen's sacred fist was also stained with blood, his fist bones exploding and scattering holy blood that gleamed strikingly.

"Good!"

Man Zu Shen Zi laughed heartily and, without his weapon, fought bare-handed. He thrust out a palm, summoning a golden Man Long that roared forth, his Man blood boiling in that moment.

Ye Chen countered aggressively, responding with pure power. He grasped the universe, transformed yin and yang, and in an instant fused over a thousand secret techniques like Ba Huang Fist, Ben Lei Palm, and Xuan Guang Seal into Chaos.

Another head-on clash sent both flying back, with Man Zu Shen Zi spitting blood and Ye Chen's sacred fist dripping with it.

"Battle!"

With two thunderous roars, the two lunged at each other again, their battle intent and Qi and blood dancing together.

Deafening booms shook the nine heavens as they fought bare-chested without any divine weapons, one like a war god and the other like a Man king, clashing in savage ferocity.

Witnessing such a bloody spectacle, many spectators unconsciously stood up. The battle between the Sacred Body and the Man Zi was far more primal and violent than they imagined, with all divine abilities and secret techniques reduced to their origins in the assault—this was a clash of two paths.

The Yao Chi Da Shengs acted again, deploying a protective barrier, then eagerly turned their eyes back to the shattered platform, now stained with the blood of the Sacred Body and the Man Zi.

In that moment, not just the young cultivators but even the older generation couldn't help rubbing their hands, feeling an urge to join the fight themselves. The battle between Ye Chen and Man Zu Shen Zi had ignited their long-dormant fighting spirit—even in old age, they had once been young and reckless.

As everyone's blood boiled, the ruined platform exploded, and Ye Chen and Man Zu Shen Zi soared into the nine heavens, one wildly aggressive and the other devouring mountains and rivers, battling until the sky itself fractured.

Ye Chen grew stronger with each exchange, his invincible war intent raging like a storm. The golden war dragon reappeared, his fists seeming ordinary but delivering unmatched dominance, bathed in the Man Zi's fresh blood.

Man Zu Shen Zi fought with utter savagery, his eyes like divine orbs and his black hair whipping wildly, also bathed in sacred blood. Every drop of his blood intertwined with his battle intent, embodying the invincible path of Man warfare.

Time passed, and after eight hundred rounds, both plummeted from the sky simultaneously.

Ye Chen's Sacred Body was covered in blood, his bones exposed and dripping; Man Zu Shen Zi was in worse shape, his powerful Man body nearly crippled. The gruesome sight made the spectators gasp involuntarily.

Yet, the battle wasn't over. Both struggled to their feet and continued attacking, their Qi and blood waning but their fight turning even more brutal and primal—you land a punch, I return a palm.

It wasn't until nightfall that this peak showdown finally had a victor.

Man Zu Shen Zi was defeated, lying limply in the ruins as a unrecognizable bloodied figure, using his last strength to laugh heartily. "What a thrill, truly a thrill."

"You're one crazy fighter like I've never seen." Ye Chen staggered, clutching a handful of healing pills and forcing them into Man Zu Shen Zi's body. "I swear, I'll never fight you again."

"That won't do. One day, I'll beat you." Man Zu Shen Zi grinned, tossing the piece of Xian Tie to Ye Chen. "You won, so it's yours."

"I'm never one to be polite." Ye Chen casually tucked it away—it was a real treasure, after all.

"Shen Zi." The Man Zu Da Shengs rushed over, offering pills and helping Man Zu Shen Zi down from the platform. Unlike the Feng Huang Clan Da Shengs, they weren't furious; as they left, they couldn't help but glance back at Ye Chen in admiration. "The Man Zu people know how to lose with grace."

"Now that's what I call sensible, Man Zu predecessors." Ye Chen chuckled, popping a handful of pills into his mouth, and couldn't resist glancing toward the Feng Huang Clan side as if to say: See how they handle it?

"You'll get yours soon enough." A Feng Huang Clan Da Sheng snorted coldly, his killing intent growing stronger.

"I said no grudges, remember." Ye Chen rolled his eyes and turned to step off the ruined platform.

But before he could, a ghostly figure appeared on the platform. It was a man with hair like a waterfall and eyes like stars—who else but the Shen Zu Shen Zi?

Seeing this, the spectators, still buzzing from the previous fight, turned their eyes again. "Is the Shen Zu Shen Zi challenging the Huang Gu Sheng Ti? Going for a contest too?"

"What's your game?" Ye Chen glanced at Shen Zu Shen Zi, his tone far from friendly, mainly because of the mocking smile playing at the corners of Shen Zu Shen Zi's mouth.

"The Huang Gu Sheng Ti is said to be unbeatable at the same level, but I don't buy it." Shen Zu Shen Zi smirked. "You've defeated the Feng Huang Shen Zi and Man Zu Shen Zi—who knows if you can take me on?"

"I'm exhausted. No time for you." Ye Chen replied flatly and started to turn away.

"Is the entire Sacred Body lineage just a bunch of cowards?" Before Ye Chen could fully turn, Shen Zu Shen Zi's mocking words rang out, laced with utter arrogance.