Chapter 1397: Giving Treasures

Since the Sacred Body was in such high spirits today, what harm was there in a fight? No sooner had Ye Chen spoken than a figure stepped onto the battle platform, radiating demonic energy. It was the Yaozu Shenzhi, with a sinister smile and a gleam of wicked light in his eyes, his entire presence exuding an eerie aura.

The cultivators in the audience quickly downed the wine from their jade cups and turned their eager gazes toward the battle platform, not wanting to miss a single thrilling moment.

The Guzu Shennv and Lingzu Shennv both pursed their cherry-red lips in disdain.

"Is that really the Yaozu Shenzhi? All he does is take advantage of others' weaknesses—it's downright shameful."

Over on another side, Qi Wang burst out cursing, leaping three zhang into the air.

"You bastard, have you no shame? Bullying a half-crippled Sacred Body—what kind of skill is that?"

Jiu Xiao Zhenren shook his head with a smile.

"By stepping onto the battle platform now, the Yaozu Shenzhi has already lost his fearless dao. Win or lose, his pride will be utterly destroyed."

A Quasi-Emperor nearby stroked his beard and nodded.

"Your words ring true, dao friend. Ye Chen has already battled three godchildren in a row and is no longer at his peak. The Yaozu Shenzhi is clearly seizing this opportunity."

Yaochi Xianmu spoke softly.

"The Yaozu Shenzhi is fixated on shattering the myth of the Sacred Body's invincibility in the same realm. To him, the process and methods don't matter—what counts is the result. In this regard alone, he falls short of Ye Chen, the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body."

Amid the discussions, the Yaozu Shenzhi glanced at the massive cauldron hovering above Ye Chen and then smirked at him mockingly. As Yaochi Xianmu had said, he only cared about defeating the Sacred Body—the means and face were irrelevant; only the outcome mattered.

Ye Chen replied calmly,

"If you win, the cauldron is yours."

As he spoke, he popped a handful of pills into his mouth.

The Yaozu Shenzhi chuckled darkly and produced a small divine tower.

"If I lose, this is yours."

The crowd erupted in excitement at the sight of the Yaozu Shenzhi's divine tower.

"Heavens! It's the Feng Mo Shen Ta."

People stared at the radiant little tower with fiery eyes, their breaths quickening with greed, as if they knew exactly what it was.

Someone murmured,

"I hear that Feng Mo Shen Ta once suppressed a powerful demon god."

As they spoke, they glanced toward the Mozu Shenzhi. The tower had once sealed an ancestor of the demon race, a deep humiliation that the demon race had never forgotten.

The Mozu Shenzhi snarled,

"Yao Ye, you'll pay for this."

Many eyes remained fixed on the battle platform, especially on the Feng Mo Shen Ta, their gazes burning with intensity.

Someone sneered,

"Ye Chen isn't at his peak, so even if he wins, it won't be glorious."

Others stroked their beards and eyed Ye Chen's massive cauldron.

"Compared to the Yaozu Shenzhi's Feng Mo Shen Ta, I favor Ye Chen's cauldron more. It must be forged from legendary Daluo Shen Iron, and those golden ancient characters on it suggest a grand origin."

On the platform, Ye Chen broke his silence.

"The Feng Mo Shen Ta is quite the treasure."

With his keen insight, he could see its extraordinary nature, and his Chaos God Cauldron was already stirring, eager to devour it. After all, it was a Great Saint weapon, crafted from rare immortal gold.

The Yaozu Shenzhi watched Ye Chen with interest.

"This godchild awaits your answer."

Ye Chen smiled leisurely,

"Someone's delivering a treasure—why wouldn't I take it?"

With that, he charged forward, shattering the platform with a single step and closing in on the Yaozu Shenzhi in an instant, unleashing a powerful punch.

The Yaozu Shenzhi's lips curved into a smirk, but instead of meeting the attack head-on, he darted back over a hundred zhang. An ancient demon mark appeared on his forehead, unleashing his peak power. Billowing demonic energy surged, forming a demonic sea that engulfed the platform, accompanied by the wails of vengeful spirits.

Ye Chen sneered and plunged in, a long spear materializing in his hand. He wielded it with full force, stirring up winds and clouds, scattering the demonic sea completely.

Below, the Wuzu Shenzhi narrowed his eyes, fixated on the spear in Ye Chen's grasp. It wasn't just any spear; its true form was the Houyi Shenjian, a divine arrow from the Wuzu lineage.

Not only him, but several elder Quasi-Emperors also furrowed their brows, recognizing the weapon's origins. It had once belonged to a Wuzu emperor known as Houyi.

In ancient times, a great Wuzu emperor had used that divine arrow to shoot down the sun transformed by the Jinwu. It was a legendary era, still celebrated to this day.

The Houyi Shenjian had come into Ye Chen's possession in Da Chu and had accompanied him for over two hundred years. Through it, he had comprehended the Shooting Heaven Secret Technique, which he first used to defeat Ji Ningshuang in his previous life.

There was no denying the fearsome power of the Houyi Shenjian turned spear.

The Yaozu Shenzhi's expression darkened. His demonic sea had been shattered, and he had nearly been skewered by Ye Chen's spear. He had thought defeating a non-peak Ye Chen would be easy, but the Sacred Body remained overwhelmingly dominant, even injured.

As Ye Chen charged again, swinging his spear and cracking the void, the Yaozu Shenzhi snorted and swiftly formed seals with one hand, invoking a supreme Yaozu secret art.

With his seals complete, the entire sky trembled. The world transformed into a barren wasteland, overrun by demonic energy, desolate and freezing, with blood raining down from the heavens.

The young cultivators watching below felt a momentary daze, while the older ones remained unaffected. It was the Yaozu's illusory divine ability, more profound than the Shenzu's One Thought Blooming.

Yet, no matter how intricate the illusion, it was all illusion under the Six Paths Reincarnation Eyes. Ye Chen shattered the wasteland with a single step, breaking the Yaozu Shenzhi's illusion, and thrust his spear skyward, shaking the heavens.

The Yaozu Shenzhi spat blood on the spot, thoroughly enraged. With a roar, he shed his human form.

In an instant, he transformed into a colossal beast, massive as a mountain, with blood-red eyes the size of wine jars. His body was covered in scales that gleamed coldly, crackling with lightning and surging demonic energy. Every wisp of it felt as heavy as a mountain, rumbling the sky and dimming the world.

The female disciples of Yaochi paled at the sight, whether from the overwhelming pressure or the terrifying appearance of the Yaozu's true form.

Ye Chen frowned, but not because of the Yaozu Shenzhi's strength—it was the creature's odd form, part resembling a Qilin, part a Canglong, and the rest just mismatched, like some indefinable beast.

Kill!

In a flash, the Yaozu Shenzhi dove from the sky, his enormous body blotting out the sun.

Ye Chen didn't stand still to be hit; he used Shrinking Earth Into Inches to evade the strike.

Compared to the Yaozu Shenzhi's massive form, Ye Chen was like a tiny ant, which made it hard for the beast to land a hit—its bulk had slowed it down.

What followed was Ye Chen's agile maneuvering, stepping through the Taixu Steps as he darted across the nine heavens, leaping up and down, always striking from behind. He unleashed barrage after barrage of powerful attacks without pause.

The Yaozu Shenzhi suffered greatly. Though immense and formidable, he couldn't touch Ye Chen and ended up battered, his body covered in bloody wounds.

The booms echoed like thunder, the scene dominated by the Yaozu Shenzhi being pummeled.

After over a hundred exchanges, Ye Chen suddenly dashed to the Yaozu Shenzhi's forehead and unleashed Divine Punishment relentlessly—a secret technique targeting the primordial spirit, which he wielded masterfully.

The Yaozu Shenzhi collapsed on the spot, his divine sea thundering and his primordial spirit shattered, plummeting from the sky.

Ye Chen pursued, manifesting a massive hand to grab the Yaozu Shenzhi's thick tail.

If anyone from Da Chu were here, they'd likely cover their eyes, knowing Ye Chen was about to unleash his signature brutal throwing technique—one that didn't stop until the opponent was wrecked.

Sure enough, under the watchful eyes of all, the ant-like Ye Chen hoisted the mountain-sized Yaozu Shenzhi and slammed him viciously into the ground.

Boom!

The earth trembled, cracks spiderwebbing outward, even toppling a few of Yaochi's immortal mountains.

The Yaozu Shenzhi was stunned, his massive body spewing blood like a fountain, mixed with fragments of organs that made viewers queasy.

But it wasn't over. Ye Chen lifted him again, his golden vital energy surging as he merged his waist and legs, repeatedly smashing the Yaozu Shenzhi into the already fractured ground.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The land quaked with deafening roars, each one shaking the world and making it hard to stay steady.

It was a horrific sight: the mountain-like Yaozu Shenzhi being flung around repeatedly by the tiny Ye Chen—an utterly savage fighting style no one had seen before.

The spectators swallowed hard, watching the astonishing scene and feeling uncomfortable all over. Just watching was painful enough; it was a wonder the Yaozu Shenzhi endured, thanks to his deep foundations and tough physique. Any ordinary Quasi-Saint would have been reduced to pulp.

Only after some time did the booms fade, leaving the area in ruins. The Yaozu Shenzhi had been slammed back into human form, but he was more like a mangled heap of flesh.

The surrounding cultivators stared in disbelief.

"Is that it? Just over a hundred rounds? This ended faster than Ye Chen's previous fights, which went nearly a thousand rounds each."

The elders grimaced.

"That's the most brutal style we've ever witnessed."

Ye Chen casually collected the Feng Mo Shen Ta and admitted,

"I have to say, I was a bit fired up today."

His words made many people's mouths twitch. A bit fired up? He'd completely demolished the Yaozu Shenzhi—it would leave a lasting scar.

The Yaozu Shenzhi lay weakly on the ground, barely able to roar,

"I don't believe it."

Blood still poured from his mouth as he spoke. The proud Yaozu Shenzhi couldn't accept losing to a half-crippled Sacred Body, especially after losing a Great Saint weapon.

Ye Chen quipped,

"Next time there's a good deal like this, come find me."

His remark left the Yaozu Shenzhi so furious he passed out. Thinking of ambushing him? You still lack the skill.

The Yaochi Great Saints gathered, not to confront Ye Chen, but because the Yaozu Great Saints had arrived, to prevent any nonsense from escalating.

Indeed, the Yaozu Great Saint charged over to settle scores with Ye Chen, only to be forcefully repelled by the Yaochi Great Saints. If the young couldn't win, the old would try? Did they think Yaochi Sacred Ground was just for show?