Chapter 1420: Twenty-Seven

Above Xu Tian, the great battle had erupted, with thunderous roars shaking the nine heavens and causing the heavens and earth to tremble violently.

Ye Chen was truly facing five opponents at once: the three Shenzi's true selves and the two Shenzi's Dao bodies, all cornering him in Xu Tian. No one held back; every move was a deadly technique, a fight to the death.

Since it was a group assault, Ye Chen paid special attention to the Shen Clan Shenzi, directing his dominant divine abilities straight at him. When the true self was wounded, it affected the Yi Qi Hua San Qing Dao bodies as well, so injuring one meant harming all three.

The Shen Clan Shenzi roared in fury, like a madman, attacking without regard for the cost. The people of the Shen Clan had formidable recovery abilities, employing a strategy of damaging the enemy at a thousand while losing eight hundred themselves—it was brutally savage.

In terms of sheer madness, he still fell short of Ye Chen. The Desolate Ancient Holy Body's recovery power was no joke, and with its cycle of combat strength, Ye Chen had the capital to directly clash with the Shen Clan Shenzi and his Dao bodies.

"Kill." The Shen Clan Shenzi's vital energy surged to the skies as he gripped his divine sword, slashing out a galaxy of destruction that split the heavens. The power of annihilation turned that stretch of space into instant chaos.

"You're far from it." Ye Chen snorted coldly, darting through the nine heavens to evade the destructive galaxy. His form was elusive as he closed in on the Shen Clan Shenzi, merging his Nine Divine Tribulations into one for a powerful strike.

The Shen Clan Shenzi was hit immediately, spraying blood everywhere. The scene was ironic: the mighty Shen Clan Shenzi, struck hard by his own clan's inherited soul-forbidding technique, nearly extinguishing his true form on the spot.

His injury directly impacted the Yi Qi Hua San Qing Dao bodies. Those two Dao bodies had just arrived to attack Ye Chen but hadn't even unleashed their divine abilities before they dissolved into wisps of smoke.

In an instant, the one-against-five lineup shifted to one-against-three, and the Shen Clan Shenzi was severely wounded, no longer at his peak. Blood streamed from his seven orifices as he howled madly in Xu Tian.

"Exterminate." The Yao Clan Shenzi stepped on the Seven Stars, surging with a vast immortal sea that engulfed Ye Chen.

"Break." Ye Chen raised his hands to the sky, performing a secret technique to tear apart the Feng Huang Shenzi's immortal sea. The Yao Clan Shenzi suffered backlash, flipping through the air and collapsing swaths of space.

"Die!" The Feng Huang Shenzi's attack followed, wielding an immortal sword and slashing out a phoenix.

"You're far from it too." Ye Chen dodged the vital points, crushing the phoenix with one palm, then flipped his hand to throw a punch that pierced the heavens, sending the Feng Huang Shenzi flying back a thousand zhang.

"This is just too strong!" The cultivators from all sides stared in stunned amazement, their expressions full of shock. "He took out the Shen Clan Shenzi's two Dao bodies first, and now the three Shenzi are retreating one after another."

"Something's off!" Someone scratched their head. "I heard that at the Yao Chi grand event, the Shen Clan Shenzi alone nearly killed the Holy Body. But here, facing three, he's still holding the upper hand."

"How did he suddenly get so powerful?" The great saints from the Shen Clan, Yao Clan, and Feng Huang Clan were all on edge. They had attended the Yao Chi event, and Ye Chen hadn't been this strong back then.

"Grandfather, he's even stronger than you said!" On another side, Xiao Jiuxian looked up at Jiu Xiao Zhenren in astonishment. "Are you sure the Shen Clan Shenzi was on par with him at the Yao Chi event?"

"He's indeed stronger than at the Yao Chi event." Jiu Xiao Zhenren smiled warmly. "In these days, he must have undergone another transformation, boosting his combat power to the point where he can take on the three Shenzi single-handedly."

"Kill." As they spoke, more figures charged into the battle—three of them, to be precise: Tian Fa Shenzi, Cang Ling Shenzi, and Yu Hua Shenzi.

"Insignificant pests." Ye Chen's shout echoed through the sky. He struck back with a palm to repel the Shen Clan Shenzi, a fist to flip the Feng Huang Shenzi, and a sword swipe to send the Yao Clan Shenzi flying. Then he whirled around, manifesting a golden hand that slammed into the newcomers, making Tian Fa Shenzi and the others stagger and spit blood.

"Take my sword." A silver-haired youth also joined the fight, no pushover himself, with a powerful physique and surging vital energy. He struck with a deadly sword, cold and annihilating.

Ye Chen was hit on the spot, a bloody gash slashed across his back, exposing his radiant holy bones.

But that wasn't the end. Before he could steady himself, a massive foot came stomping down from above.

It was the Treading Heaven secret technique, wielded by a blood-haired youth. The foot landed with the weight of a mountain, nearly making Ye Chen stumble, cracking several of his sturdy holy body bones.

In a brief moment, Ye Chen regained his footing, pulling out the Wu Huang war spear and swinging it like a staff to smash the silver-haired youth, sending blood and bones flying. With a flip, he thrust the spear to force the blood-haired youth back.

"Submit to execution!" Another figure rushed in—a purple-robed youth, also a Quasi-Saint, and not an ordinary one. From afar, he pointed, sealing Xu Tian and briefly halting Ye Chen's movement.

"Break." Ye Chen shouted coldly, his vital energy soaring to shatter the restraints. But he felt a sharp pain in his back and spun around to see a pitch-black killing arrow hurtling toward him with devastating force. It was a sneak attack from a black-robed youth, radiating murderous intent.

Ye Chen reached out, catching the arrow perfectly mid-flight. With a swift spin, he hurled it back like a divine ray, piercing the black-robed youth and splattering black blood.

"Kill." The Feng Huang Shenzi, Shen Clan Shenzi, and Yao Clan Shenzi charged again, their faces twisted in ferocity.

"Kill." Tian Fa Shenzi, Cang Ling Shenzi, and Yu Hua Shenzi closed in too, their eyes gleaming with malice.

"Kill." The silver-haired youth, purple-robed youth, black-robed youth, and blood-haired youth followed suit.

A total of ten Shenzi surrounded Ye Chen. This lineup made the veteran cultivators from all sides tremble; these were no ordinary figures, each renowned in Dong Huang.

But that wasn't all—more people rushed into the fray, all young cultivators, every one a Quasi-Saint with extraordinary bloodlines, each a Shenzi from a major sect.

Originally, they had been mere spectators, but Ye Chen's overwhelming strength made them feel a profound threat. If the Holy Body survived, he would be a major obstacle for them.

So, they joined forces, teaming up with the Feng Huang Shenzi and others to suppress the Desolate Ancient Holy Body. This was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity; without the Holy Body holding them back, their path to the Di Road would be much smoother.

Ye Chen activated his demonic path, blending demonic energy with golden vital energy. His bloodline essence danced with the Dao principles, his Xian Lun cycling through combat power, and his dominant recovery ability manifesting fully, pushing his strength to its peak.

He was like a war god from the eight wastelands, clad in the Hun Tian battle armor, standing on a golden divine sea, with a Chaos divine cauldron hovering above his head. In his left hand, he held the Ba Long saber, and in his right, the Chi Xiao sword, taking on the Shenzi of many great sects alone.

Xu Tian lit up with twenty-eight figures, each like a shining star, a dazzling array.

The battle was brutal, with blood of various colors staining Xu Tian and spilling onto the earth. People fell from the skies one after another, crashing into the void, the scene gruesome enough to make onlookers' hearts race.

That patch of heaven had become a realm of chaos, breaking apart only to reform, riddled with scars and holes, shaking the Jiu Xiao Immortal Sword to the point of trembling.

"Twenty-seven Zun Shenzi—this lineup is insane." The old-timers watched with wide eyes and slack jaws.

"That Ye Chen is defying the heavens! One against twenty-seven— the Desolate Ancient Holy Body, unbeatable in its realm, lives up to the hype." Someone sighed in admiration, already pulling out a memory crystal to record the battle.

"No matter the outcome, this fight will make the Holy Body renowned throughout Dong Huang." An elder cultivator took a deep breath. "I've never seen such a formidable younger generation—truly inspiring."

"Xian Er, now you understand what it means to have masters beyond masters and heavens beyond heavens." Jiu Xiao Zhenren smiled at Di Jiuxian beside him. "On the Di Road, he will lead an era."

"He's still the most impressive." Xiao Jiuxian puffed out her cheeks. "If it were me, I couldn't muster the courage to face twenty-seven alone. In terms of talent, he's not above me, but in combat, I'm far behind. As Grandfather said, the Holy Body will lead this era."

"Release my seal now, and I'll let bygones be bygones." Seeing Ye Chen struggle fiercely, Hong Chen Xue glanced coldly at the black-and-white elders. "Don't force me to lose control."

"Divine Maiden, we're only thinking of Dan Zun Hall's best interests. Please don't make this difficult for us."

"Do you really think he can escape today? What a joke." Before the black-and-white elders could finish, the Dan Zun Hall Shenzi interrupted, smirking at Hong Chen Xue.

"I swear, you'll die a horrible death." Hong Chen Xue replied flatly, her expression eerily calm—a sign that those who knew her would find terrifying.

"I'll admit, he's strong." The Dan Zun Hall Shenzi lightly fanned himself, a sly smile playing on his lips, a cunning glint in his eyes. "But even if he beats the twenty-seven Shenzi, there's still me. I've prepared another deadly trap for him—let's see if he can break it."