Chapter 1406: Arrogant Capital

The ethereal words echoed through the heavens, reaching not only the Yang Jia members and Zhou Jia members but also the spectators outside the mansion. That voice was truly ice-cold, carrying supreme majesty.

The Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the center of the golden ocean.

There, a figure was gradually taking shape, cloaked in black robes and wearing a Gui Ming mask, with golden light radiating from his entire body. Streams of golden Qi and blood flowed around him, each thread infused with vast essence.

As he watched, the Zhou Jia experts were also watching, their expressions all shocked. Just moments before, that person's golden ocean had devoured more than one Yang Jia Zhun Sheng, displaying overwhelming dominance.

Under the gaze of all, Ye Chen solidified his human form and looked at the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang with interest. "Senior, you truly have quite the interest. Yesterday we just became in-laws, and today you're here causing trouble."

"With such strength, you can't be an unknown figure. State your name." The Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang spoke indifferently. With his cultivation as a Zhun Sheng Wang, he couldn't see through Ye Chen at all, only because the other had secret techniques concealing his aura, which was beyond his current level to discern.

"A name? Just a code, really. No need to mention it." Ye Chen casually stretched his neck. "But today, I'm in a foul mood and feel like killing a few people to vent."

"A mere Zhun Sheng, seeking death." Before the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang could respond, a Yang Jia Sheng Ren roared in anger, stepping into the sky and gripping an unparalleled secret technique, slamming a palm down toward Ye Chen.

"So arrogant, then you'll be the first to go." Ye Chen punched through the descending palm seal, sending the Yang Jia Sheng Ren flying, and before he could steady himself, Ye Chen struck with another palm, splitting him in two.

"This..." The Zhou Jia members were stunned once more. A Zhun Sheng defeating a Sheng Ren in one move?

"So powerful." The Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang furrowed his brows deeply, Ye Chen's combat strength exceeding his expectations.

"Attack together." The five Yang Jia Sheng Ren charged as one, jointly activating a Zhun Sheng Wang weapon and awakening its power, collapsing half the void as they tried to annihilate Ye Chen on the spot.

Ye Chen sneered and charged upward against the heavens, his fist fusing hundreds of secret techniques, with seal scripts flowing between his fingers. His punch was overwhelmingly dominant, shattering the Zhun Sheng Wang weapon to pieces.

Cries of blood spitting erupted immediately, as the five Yang Jia Sheng Ren were sent flying, with the weaker ones having their bodies explode.

In that instant, Ye Chen took a step that shrank the distance, appearing before one Sheng Ren. With the Chi Xiao Jian in hand, he slashed and extinguished that one's Yuan Shen. Then, with a flip of his hand, he crushed the second Sheng Ren into ash. The third hadn't even steadied himself before Ye Chen pierced his Shen Hai Yuan Shen.

The fourth Sheng Ren met the worst fate; he had just stood firm and hadn't even spoken when Ye Chen stomped him into a pulp of flesh and blood. His Yuan Shen tried to escape but was still destroyed.

"Old ancestor, save me." The fifth Sheng Ren fled desperately toward the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang.

"Escape?" Ye Chen scoffed, his sword like a gust of wind, piercing through the Sheng Ren's skull and extinguishing his Yuan Shen.

The world froze in that moment, with blood mist filling the air and staining the high skies, a deathly silence descending.

The Yang Jia experts, the Zhou Jia people, the spectators outside, and even the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang were all shocked. In merely ten breaths, a Zhun Sheng had slain six Sheng Ren.

What kind of power was this? Was he actually a Zhun Sheng Wang? Everyone thought the same.

Ye Chen soared upward, standing in the void, and looked at the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang with interest.

"Do you know what your actions today imply?" The Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang said coldly.

"No idea." Ye Chen pulled out a wine flask and drank leisurely. "But it doesn't matter."

"Very well." The Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang smiled ferociously. "I'll remember this grudge today."

With that, the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang turned to leave, the mighty Zhun Sheng Wang level expert choosing not to engage Ye Chen in battle.

It was only because Ye Chen was too mysterious—a Zhun Sheng who had slain six Sheng Ren. He had reason to believe Ye Chen was a monstrous talent and needed to retreat to summon the other two Zhun Sheng Wang from his family to suppress him together.

However, Ye Chen had no intention of letting him go. He stepped forward, blocking the path, his words echoing through the heavens once more. "Since you've come, there's no need to leave!"

These words shocked everyone present. "What does he intend to do? A Zhun Sheng challenging a Zhun Sheng Wang?"

"How arrogant." The Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang was furious, striking with a palm that obliterated the sky.

"I have the capital to be arrogant." Ye Chen ascended in one step, soaring through the nine heavens, dodging the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang's palm. His six-pulse divine abilities manifested, and with one finger, he pierced through the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang's chest.

"Kill." The Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang roared, his chest wound healing instantly as a cold thunder light shot from his brow, aiming straight for Ye Chen's Shen Hai to destroy his Yuan Shen in one strike.

Ye Chen ignored it completely, neither dodging nor defending, allowing the thunder light to enter his Shen Hai.

Protected by the Hun Dun Ding, Di Jue, Dan Zu Long Soul, and Feng Huang Xian, the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang's Yuan Shen thunder attack was far from enough to harm him. He had more than enough capital to withstand it head-on.

The Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang's face changed drastically—a Zhun Sheng actually ignoring a Zhun Sheng Wang's Yuan Shen attack.

In that brief moment, Ye Chen had already flashed forward. Before the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang could react, a divine light shot from Ye Chen's brow—it was the Shen Zu Shen Shang secret technique, incredibly dominant.

The Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang was hit hard on the spot, caught off guard. His Shen Hai buzzed loudly, his head on the verge of exploding, his Yuan Shen and true form severely damaged. His vision went dark, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

Ye Chen's divine might in battle was awe-inspiring; with one sword, he severed one of the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang's arms, then flipped his hand for another palm, crushing half of the opponent's body. Casually, he even ripped out the blood-drenched spine.

Witnessing this bloody scene, everyone who saw it drew in a sharp breath. This was too brutal—a mighty Zhun Sheng Wang reduced to such a miserable state in an instant.

Roars and howls shook the heavens as the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang retreated, regenerating his shattered body. His face twisted like a ferocious ghost, and he immediately wielded his Sheng Wang weapon, smashing it down from the sky toward Ye Chen.

Ye Chen remained as dominant as ever, facing the Sheng Wang weapon bare-handed, shocking all onlookers to the core.

The great battle erupted, shaking the heavens and earth with blood rain pouring down. Ye Chen was like a war god of the eight wastelands, relentlessly battering the Sheng Wang weapon until its divine glow faded, and forcing the Yang Jia Zhun Sheng Wang to keep his head down.

While the battle raged above, things were just as lively below. Xu Nuo Yan charged in from the side, and the Yang Jia experts, still staring in horror at the sky, were cut down in swaths by her sword.

"Moon Er?" The Zhou Jia Sheng Zhu was stunned, immediately recognizing his own daughter.

"The Yang Jia leaves us no way out, so we'll fight to the death." Xu Nuo Yan's tone was bitingly cold, her immortal sword radiating brilliant light as another group of Yang Jia experts was slashed into blood mist.

"Kill." The Zhou Jia old ancestor, Zhou Jia Sheng Zhu, and Zhou Jia Zhun Sheng roared in fury, swarming forward. If the Yang Jia wouldn't let them live, then they'd kill. Even if it meant clan extermination, they'd make it count before dying. Years of accumulated grudges exploded in that moment, each of them radiating murderous intent.

The Yang Jia experts suffered greatly. Their six Sheng Ren were already dead, and their Zhun Sheng Wang ancestor was battling above. All that remained were Zhun Sheng and Huang Jing level experts. Meanwhile, the Zhou Jia had three Sheng Ren, and even injured and not at their peak, they were still far superior to Zhun Sheng level cultivators.

The scene turned into a slaughterhouse, with Yang Jia experts being cut down in waves.

Outside the mansion, the spectators watched with boiling blood, many of them itching to join and strike a few blows—mostly those oppressed by the Yang Jia over the years, harboring their own pent-up rage.

Yet, though they felt impulsive, no one acted. The Yang Jia's foundations were too deep, with two more Zhun Sheng Wang in the family. If they joined the fight, it would surely lead to a bloodbath.