Chapter 1422: Another Round

"Elder, save me." Yaozu Shenzi gasped, defeated. His physical body was crushed to pieces, leaving only his yuan shen to flee in desperation. Utterly terrified, he had lost all his former divine dignity.

It was fortunate he escaped quickly; Ye Chen's killing sword strike missed. Once out of the battle zone, the Yaozu great saint was able to intervene, rescuing Yaozu Shenzi and sparing him from death.

Following Yaozu Shenzi, Shenzu Shenzi's body was also smashed into a puddle of flesh by Ye Chen's palm.

"Elder, save me." Shenzu Shenzi roared, burning his yuan shen power to flee madly. Ye Chen was like a madman, his eyes blood-red, showing no regard for any divine clan.

"Stay here!" Ye Chen pursued, unleashing a world-ending sword strike that tore open the vast sky.

Shenzu Shenzi was hit on the spot, cut in half, with only half of his yuan shen managing to escape the battle zone.

The Shenzu great saint was swift, rescuing that half of the yuan shen. Ye Chen, seeing this, dared not chase further, knowing that stepping out of this realm would mean instant annihilation by the many great saints.

In that instant, the heavens and earth fell silent. The blood-soaked battlefield held only Ye Chen, still standing in the void, gripping the Ba Long Dao and Chi Xiao Jian, both dripping with fresh blood.

He was drenched in blood and bones, every drop burning like fire. Demonic energy and battle intent intertwined, while chaos dao principles and bloodline power danced together, making him resemble an asura emerged from Jiu You. His surging blood energy rampaged through the sky, enough to make one's heart tremble just by looking.

All around, silence reigned as people watched him with dry mouths, many swallowing hard, even the older cultivators among them. They hadn't been this fierce in their youth; the sacred body was truly ruthless.

The many great saints had already surrounded the area. Their divine sons had all been slain, and they were eager to settle the score with Ye Chen. Some had launched attacks, but as soon as they entered that realm, they were neutralized.

The great saints' faces twisted in fury. To kill Ye Chen, they had to enter that realm themselves—attacks from outside were useless. Yet, once they stepped in, the Jiu Xiao Xian Jian would strike like thunder.

"Who else?" Ye Chen said calmly, his blood-stained hair flying wildly, his crimson eyes flashing with demonic violence as he surveyed the eight directions, scanning every young disciple present.

He was truly bloodthirsty now. The cruel law of the strong prevailed in this turbid world, completely overshadowing his former mercy. All that remained was iron-blooded resolve and unrestrained slaughter.

His words echoed through the heavens and earth. All the young disciples who heard them lowered their eyes in silence, not daring to meet his gaze, let alone enter the battle to face him.

Seeing this, the great saints surrounding the battle zone turned their heads toward Jiuxiao Zhenren not far away. "The battle is over. How long will you wait? Withdraw your Jiu Xiao Jian array."

"Grandfather, you can't withdraw it!" Xiao Jiuxian urgently sent a voice transmission to Jiuxiao Zhenren, pleading. If the Jiu Xiao Xian Jian array was lifted, that realm would lose its suppression, and Ye Chen would likely be killed instantly.

"Grandfather is truly powerless." Jiuxiao Zhenren sighed inwardly. Ye Chen had killed too many in this battle, all of them divine sons from great sects. If he forcibly protected Ye Chen, it would provoke those powerful forces. As a zhun di, not a da di, he could hardly shield a zhun sheng.

"Withdraw the Jiu Xiao Jian array." The great saints roared in unison, their demands forceful.

"The sacred body lineage once saved the world—do you not remember the debts of your forebears?" Jiuxiao Zhenren said lightly. "Killing the ancient sacred body like this—aren't you afraid of chilling the hearts of the people?"

"Enough talk. He must die today." The great saints snorted coldly, their killing intent unstoppable.

"Why bother with you seniors? I'll handle it." Before Jiuxiao Zhenren could respond, a mocking laugh echoed through the void. Danzun Dian Shenzi slowly emerged, lightly fanning his foldable fan.

"Divine son." The black-and-white elders from Danzun Dian stepped forward, but Danzun Dian Shenzi ignored them.

"Since it's a grudge among the younger generation, let us younger ones settle it." Danzun Dian Shenzi smiled faintly. "You seniors can wait. I'll take the life of the ancient sacred body for you."

"You?" The great saints glanced at Danzun Dian Shenzi, as did the onlookers. Twenty-seven divine sons had already been miserably defeated—were you sure you could beat the sacred body?

"Just watch, seniors." Danzun Dian Shenzi said with a playful smile, raising his eyes to Ye Chen.

"If you want to fight, then come in." Ye Chen's words were flat, but the violent light in his eyes intensified, his killing intent toward this schemer reaching an uncontrollable peak.

"The ancient sacred body is invincible at the same level—I admit I'm no match." Danzun Dian Shenzi chuckled.

"If you're not fighting, then get lost." Ye Chen said leisurely, his tone majestic and icy.

"Of course, we will fight." Danzun Dian Shenzi's lips curved slightly. "How about we change the way we fight? You possess true fire, so you must be a dan refiner. Let's compete in dan refining and gamble our lives—do you dare?"

"I knew that guy was up to no good." Many old folks muttered, arms crossed. "As Danzun's direct disciple, no one among his peers can match him in dan refining. In a dan contest, the sacred body is doomed to lose."

"Danzun Dian Shenzi is called the Dan Huang—that title isn't for nothing." Someone added.

"You have to admit, this move is clever." Others said. "First, it gives a legitimate reason to kill Ye Chen; second, he can claim the Phoenix Clan's bounty; third, he gains supreme glory."

"What a despicable trick." Xiao Jiuxian pouted. "I've never seen anyone so shameless."

"Grandfather still says the same thing: there's no true fairness in the world." Jiuxiao Zhenren replied.

"Ancient sacred body, I'm waiting for your answer." Danzun Dian Shenzi looked at Ye Chen with interest, his smile mocking and playful, his eyes flickering with cunning and sinister light.

"No time for your dan contest." Ye Chen said indifferently, already preparing to use his heavenly escape technique, as he had no confidence in beating Danzun Dian Shenzi. After all, Danzun's disciple was no joke.

"You'll make time." Danzun Dian Shenzi bared two rows of white teeth and waved his hand, summoning a divine talisman. From it emerged two figures, both sealed and restrained.

Ye Chen's eyes turned ice-cold in an instant. The two sealed by Danzun Dian Shenzi were from Da Chu: the purple-haired youth and the bald old man.

"Damn it." Hong Chen Xue, also sealed, flashed a cold glare in her beautiful eyes. She hadn't known Danzun Dian Shenzi had captured those two reincarnated individuals, which explained his confident demeanor.

"Who are those two?" The crowd was astonished, staring at the purple-haired youth and the bald old man.

"They must be Ye Chen's old friends." A perceptive person glanced at Ye Chen, noting his increasingly frigid expression, easily guessing the importance of the purple-haired youth and the bald old man to him.

"Sacred Lord, don't worry about us." The purple-haired youth and the bald old man both sent voice transmissions to Ye Chen. They had been captured right after leaving the auction pavilion and never imagined they'd be used to threaten him.

Ye Chen said nothing, his blood-red eyes fixed deadly on Danzun Dian Shenzi. This act had completely crossed his line—this man had to die.

"Ye Chen, do you have time now?" Danzun Dian Shenzi laughed as he saw the fury burning in Ye Chen's eyes, feeling immense satisfaction, as if Ye Chen's anger fueled his own excitement.

"Dan contest it is—I accept." Ye Chen suppressed his rage, his expression returning to calm.