Chapter 1465: Group Fight

Suddenly, a cold gust swept through the heavens and earth, and a chilling killing intent emerged. Centered on Ye Chen, the surrounding space froze inch by inch, visibly turning into ice.

Kui Niu and the others furrowed their brows. This raw killing intent originated from the soul, so cold it made hearts tremble. Many people changed color, and quite a few couldn't help but shudder.

Who was that person in the black robe and ghost mask? Why was he revealing such killing intent?

And who was the blood-soaked figure that had just been thrown onto the stage? Who had thrown him up there?

People from all sides were puzzled, not knowing who Man Shan was, who Ye Chen was, or what had happened. In just a few moments, the festive atmosphere of the grand assembly turned extremely oppressive.

The ghost mask on Ye Chen's face shattered, ground to dust by the killing intent, revealing his true appearance. More than half of those who saw it stood up abruptly. "The Desolate Ancient Saint Body?"

"It's actually Ye Chen—he's still alive?" Many were stunned, their expressions full of disbelief. "Rumors said the Saint Body had perished in the ancient ruins. Why is he still here? Could we be mistaken?"

"The Desolate Ancient Saint Body is incredibly tough. Outside Donghuang Ancient City, dozens of great saints couldn't kill him. It seems he's pulled off another escape, deceiving the world." Someone sighed.

Amid the discussions, Ye Chen lifted his gaze. His expression was eerily calm as he stared at a silver-robed youth. He had seen clearly—it was that silver-robed youth who had thrown Man Shan onto the stage.

As Ye Chen watched, the silver-robed youth lounged in his chair, casually twirling a ring on his thumb. His lips curved into a faint smile, and he met Ye Chen's gaze with a playful, mocking look.

"Don't doubt it—this is my handiwork. This king is very merciful; I spared his life."

Ye Chen said nothing. He slowly stood up and handed the unconscious Man Shan to Qian Shang Yue. A surging demonic aura erupted from his body, pushing Kui Niu, Xiao Yuan Huang, and the others off the cloud platform.

Under his gaze, the silver-robed youth rose to his feet, baring two rows of white teeth.

"This grand gift—do you like it? This is the painful price for offending Feng Xian Er, my sister."

"Feng Xian Er? The princess of the Phoenix Clan?" The silver-robed youth's words sparked a wave of discussion.

"She's here? The grand assembly doesn't seem to have invited the Phoenix Clan!" Someone murmured, instinctively glancing around, but after scanning, they didn't spot Feng Xian Er of the Phoenix Clan.

"If it's related to Feng Xian Er, that explains everything." Someone stroked their chin. "That silver-robed youth is from the Jiu Tou Niao Clan, which has deep ties with the Phoenix Clan. He's avenging Feng Xian Er by targeting Ye Chen's old friend. That's likely how it started."

"Killing a chicken doesn't require a bull's knife." Jin Wu Taizi chuckled softly, his lips curving slightly, a cunning glint flashing in his golden eyes. He was also involved in this matter.

It was he who had informed the Jiu Tou Niao that Ye Chen was in the Southern Domain, and he who had captured Man Shan. He seemed to know early on about Ye Chen's relationship with Man Shan and predicted that Ye Chen would come to the grand assembly with Qian Shang Yue. Events had unfolded exactly as he had foreseen.

"Come, let this king see if the so-called Desolate Ancient Saint Body is truly invincible in the same realm." The Jiu Tou Niao laughed loudly, stepping into the sky and spreading his phoenix wings, his aura swallowing the clouds.

He was at the Quasi-Saint level, with overwhelmingly vast blood energy and a dominant bloodline, even stronger than the Phoenix God Child. He was confident he surpassed the Phoenix God Child, or he wouldn't be foolish enough to fight the Desolate Ancient Saint Body.

"You will pay a painful price for your actions today." Ye Chen stepped forward, shattering the heavens as he ascended into the sky, his ethereal words carrying a majestic and icy authority, overlooking all in the world.

"With you?" The Jiu Tou Niao snorted coldly, his palm crackling with thunder as he struck down with a devastating blow.

A fierce glint flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. He used Shrink the Ground to an Inch, instantly dodging the attack.

The Jiu Tou Niao's expression changed. Only upon facing the Saint Body did he realize its strangeness. Just this movement technique was heaven-defying; with his vision and cultivation, he couldn't even track Ye Chen's figure.

By the time he reacted, it was too late. In that brief moment, Ye Chen had circled behind him, grabbing one of the Jiu Tou Niao's phoenix wings and tearing it off. Fresh blood poured out instantly.

"You deserve to die." The Jiu Tou Niao roared, spinning around and unleashing a divine ability with a palm strike.

Ye Chen met it with a golden fist, merging the Nine Paths and Eight Desolates into one. His punch was utterly dominant, crushing everything in its path, blasting the Jiu Tou Niao's palm to pieces and shattering his entire arm, sending bones, flesh, and blood flying everywhere.

The Jiu Tou Niao staggered back, his expression changing again. The power of the Desolate Ancient Saint Body left him horrified.

The people below were also shocked. It was their first time seeing the Saint Body in action, and it was so ferocious. The Jiu Tou Niao, with his dominant bloodline and strength surpassing the Phoenix God Child, was defeated in a single move.

Ye Chen struck again, even more fiercely. His golden fist was invincible, demolishing half of the Jiu Tou Niao's body. Splendid blood sprayed out, raining down from the sky, each drop strikingly vivid.

"Jin Wu Taizi, save me!" The Jiu Tou Niao howled, dragging his bloodied body as he fled through the void, all while crying for help. He was terrified, feeling death could come at any moment.

Jin Wu Taizi chuckled but didn't move. However, a figure beside him shot straight into the sky.

It was a purple-haired youth, whose true form was the Ancient Phoenix Eagle, a bloodline born from the union of the Phoenix and Red Flame Eagle clans. Fusing the essence of both bloodlines, he was at the Quasi-Saint level but extraordinarily powerful.

Hey, seeing the Ancient Phoenix Eagle charge in, Xiao Yuan Huang refused to stand by. He swung his Ujin iron staff and leaped into the sky, his fire eyes spewing flames and his domineering aura surging as he blocked the enemy for Ye Chen.

Following Xiao Yuan Huang, several figures from Jin Wu Taizi's side ascended: a Golden-Winged Peng, an Ancient Blood Goose, a Silver-Eyed Flying Cicada, and an Ancient Red Bird. Each bore an ancient bloodline and immense power, joining forces to surround and kill Ye Chen.

Hey, Ye Chen's brothers—the Great Earth Martial Bear, Immortal King Crane, Pangolin, and North Sea Fish—all grabbed their weapons and charged into the void, blocking the four ancient avian races.

A great battle erupted, with six against six, shaking the heavens and splitting the earth as space collapsed.

Yet the Jiu Tou Niao's crisis remained unresolved. He dragged his bloody form, fleeing desperately, with Ye Chen shadowing him like a ghost. Whenever Ye Chen caught up, he unleashed killing techniques, nearly ending the Jiu Tou Niao's life.

"Ba Qi Da She, it's your turn to show your might." Jin Wu Taizi sipped his tea leisurely, glancing at a blood-robed youth. The youth's pupils were sinister, radiating violent bloodlust that made others avert their eyes.

"As you say." Ba Qi Da She chuckled, slowly rising and stepping into the sky. His Saint pressure descended upon the nine heavens, his rolling blood energy as heavy as mountains, causing the high sky to crumble inch by inch.

"You little serpent, quite the show-off." Kui Niu suddenly moved, soaring into the ethereal sky, his voice booming with thunderous power. Bare-chested with lightning tearing across his body, his dark bull eyes flashed with dominance. His Saint-level aura surpassed even the blood-robed youth's.

"Kui Niu, this doesn't concern you—scram." Ba Qi Da She snorted coldly, a divine pattern etching across his brow as a massive vision materialized behind him: an eight-headed serpent, enormous in size, each pair of snake eyes gleaming with sinister bloodlust. Even a glance could unsettle one's mind.

"How dare you curse me—I'm pissed off now." Kui Niu bellowed, swinging his heaven-reaching battle axe. The axe carried dominating thunder, shaking the world and forcing Ba Qi Da She to grunt and retreat.

"Now it's seven against seven." The people below looked up, sensing something off. What started as a grand assembly had turned into an all-out brawl without warning, with everyone fiercely aggressive. Any one of them could be a renowned figure.

"Wait, it doesn't seem like seven against seven." Someone sighed, gesturing for others to look at one side.

More people charged in—allies of the Jin Wu Clan, totaling nine, each at the Quasi-Saint level with ancient bloodlines and resounding reputations in the Southern Domain.

These nine went straight for Ye Chen, joining the half-dead Jiu Tou Niao. Now, a full ten powerful Quasi-Saints surrounded him, determined not to let him live.

Jin Wu Taizi held his wine cup, watching the sky battle with interest. Occasionally, he glanced toward Qian Shang Yue's side, his lips curving slightly, his eyes cold and vicious.

As for Qian Shang Yue, her expression was indifferent; she didn't join the fight but focused on restoring Man Shan's dao roots. This couldn't be delayed—if anything went wrong, Man Shan could lose all his cultivation and risk his life.

Regarding the sky battle, she had absolute confidence in Ye Chen. In the past, he had taken on twenty-seven Quasi-Saints alone; today, he could handle ten. Even if these ten were strong, as long as figures like Jin Wu Taizi or Kun Peng Taizi didn't join, Ye Chen's life wasn't in danger. His combat prowess was no joke.

The Desolate Ancient Saint Body was invincible in its realm.