Chapter 1473: Little Top

Chapter 1473: Xiao Tuoluo

Ye Chen's aura engulfed the eight wastelands, his pair of golden fists dominating all, once again sending Kunpeng flying through the air.

Kunpeng's hair was disheveled, driven to madness as he blood-sacrificed his lifespan and origin, unlocking three forbidden seals in succession. His combat power surged to a new level, and from within his body flew an ancient altar that soared into the sky, sealing toward Ye Chen.

This altar possessed its own intelligence, having been tempered inside Kunpeng for years and nourished by his essence and vital blood. It could serve as a killing formation to slay great enemies or as a fearsome secret weapon, truly extraordinary.

Ye Chen was ferocious, landing a punch on the altar that failed to shatter it. Instead, his fist bones cracked, stained with sacred blood. The altar's power revived, pressing down from the heavens and making him stagger.

"What a formation," Ye Chen snorted coldly. He raised his hands to the sky, forcibly holding up the altar. Immortal light swirled around his brow, and his nine divine afflictions merged in an instant, locking onto the altar's spirit and piercing it through with a single strike.

With the spirit destroyed, the altar's power greatly diminished. Ye Chen, now atop the azure vault, shattered it with one kick.

Kunpeng suffered backlash, spurting fresh blood wildly. His golden eyes had turned into blood-red orbs, his face twisted and ferocious, like an evil god crawled from the depths of Jiu You hell. In a frenzy, he unleashed one supreme secret technique after another.

Due to his madness, the surrounding world was left in utter ruins, filled with dazzling immortal lights. Every strand was a secret technique, outlining ancient and mysterious visions, incredibly powerful.

Ye Chen was no pushover; already at the Saint level, he had the capital to clash head-on with Kunpeng. He unleashed world-shaking secret techniques and absolute divine abilities, one set after another.

These two beasts ascended to the azure vault, each occupying a side—one like an immortal king, the other like a war god—as they bombarded each other with secret techniques. The heavens trembled, and the battle shattered the earth.

Those below had all risen and retreated in all directions, fearing the aftermath of this great war.

In the end, Kunpeng was defeated. Ye Chen severed one of his arms and tore out half of his radiant spine.

Onlookers from all sides sighed in astonishment, their hearts pounding with fear. It was the first time they had seen Kunpeng beaten so badly. Ever since Ye Chen had become a Saint, he had been suppressing him outright, making Kunpeng's combat power seem like mere decoration.

"Qinglong, hurry and help me."

"You have quite the Xiao Tuoluo there." As for Kunpeng's plea for help, Qinglong ignored it completely and instead stroked his chin, staring at the small object in Xuanwu Prince's hand.

Seeing this, Kunpeng spat blood on the spot, unsure if it was from injury or rage. With no intention from Qinglong to assist, he immediately switched targets.

"Baihu, hurry and help me."

"Your Xiao Tuoluo is pretty good—hand it over!" Baihu was quick to play along, also eyeing the small top in Xuanwu Prince's hand. He completely disregarded Kunpeng's cry for help.

"Bastard." Kunpeng roared in fury, sent flying by Ye Chen's palm, and spat out another three mouthfuls of blood upon landing. No longer hoping for help from Qinglong or Baihu, he turned directly to Zhuque.

"Zhuque, help me."

"Your Xiao Tuoluo is quite nice—lend it to me to play with." Zhuque fluttered her beautiful eyes, just like Baihu and Qinglong, fixated on the small top in Xuanwu's hand, as if she hadn't heard the plea at all.

Kunpeng spat blood again, nearly split in two by Ye Chen's palm. Yet, he persisted. Failing with Qinglong, Baihu, and Zhuque, he finally looked to Xuanwu, roaring to the heavens.

"Xuanwu, help me."

"My Xiao Tuoluo is a real treasure." Xuanwu gripped it tightly, his expression full of meaning.

"I... puff!" Kunpeng nearly passed out from anger, his fury overwhelming him as he sprayed a dominating mouthful of blood. If not for the ongoing battle, he would have charged over to inspect that small top.

"I think that Xiao Tuoluo is pretty good too." Many people stroked their chins and looked toward Xuanwu, each with a meaningful expression. Regardless of whether it's a treasure, it's certainly famous now.

"Let me calculate with my fingers—Xuanwu Prince is putting on a good show here."

"From what I can tell, Kunpeng is going to meet his end because of that Xiao Tuoluo today." Someone said with a deep tone.

People from all sides were amused, never expecting the princes and princesses of the royal clans to have such a playful side. Not only did they refuse to help, but they were all fixated on studying that Xiao Tuoluo.

"We're all from the southern domain races, and you all just stand by and let him rampage like this?" Kunpeng thundered in rage, this time not specifying anyone but calling out to everyone present. He aimed to invoke a sense of greater justice to rally the southern domain heroes and join forces to slay the Saint Body Ye Chen.

His roar moved many, but no one dared to step forward. Ye Chen was the type to hold a grudge—if targeted, not even three or five Great Saints would dare to go out.

More importantly, they simply disliked Kunpeng. He always acted superior and ignored everyone, yet now that he was in trouble, he remembered them. What a joke?

Kunpeng howled, nearly in tears from frustration. How had things come to this? He'd begged one by one, but they just watched the show with their hands behind their backs or played with the Xiao Tuoluo. Did they have no shame?

"If you want to cry, go ahead—no one's laughing at you." Ye Chen charged forward, his killing intent rolling like waves.

"Kill." Kunpeng roared, regrouping and waving his hand to summon nine war banners, arranging them in all directions to form a killing array and a sealing array, intending to trap and then slay Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's face was as cold as ice. He severed one war banner with a sword, like a flood dragon leaping from a gap, soaring straight into the nine heavens. With a sword that dominated the sky, he struck Kunpeng, forcing him to his knees.

Kunpeng was powerful too, withstanding that sword strike. He spat out a measureless ruler, infused with his Dao principles and divine treasures, delivering a heaven-defying strike aimed straight at Ye Chen's primordial spirit and true form.

But Ye Chen's positioning was cunning; he swapped places with the measureless ruler instead of dodging.

Kunpeng's expression changed drastically as he retreated hastily, angered to the point of forgetfulness about Ye Chen's such secret techniques.

He retreated quickly, but Ye Chen was faster. Without a word, he rushed in and landed a solid palm on Kunpeng's face, then tore off one of his arms.

The spectators' scalps tingled at the sight that followed. Kunpeng was overwhelmed by Ye Chen in close combat, beaten so he couldn't lift his head. His divine body reformed time and again, only to be blasted apart repeatedly.

Golden fresh blood sprinkled the void, containing vast essence that turned into pure energy. Many collected it in jade bottles—this was a rare treasure, more effective than pills when refined.

On another front, the Great Peacock Princess was also defeated and retreated swiftly, joining Kunpeng.

Ye Chen arrived with his sword, his murderous aura overwhelming, his eyes filled with endless killing intent. He had no intention of letting Kunpeng escape.

Seeing this, Kunpeng vanished in an instant, shoving the Great Peacock Princess forward as a shield to block Ye Chen's sword while he summoned a teleportation platform.

The Great Peacock Princess's face turned pale, unable to believe her husband would push her out as a sacrificial pawn for his own escape. Her so-called state of mind shattered in that moment.

Ye Chen frowned. This sword was a killing strike, devastating and all-consuming, originally aimed at Kunpeng. But he hadn't expected Kunpeng to thrust the Great Peacock Princess in front to take the blow.

In the final instant, he showed mercy, forcibly retracting ninety percent of the sword's power.

He truly detested the Great Peacock Princess, but he couldn't kill her. She was, after all, a princess of the peacock clan, sharing a trace of bloodline with Qian Shangyue, and he needed to give some face to the Great Peacock Mingwang.

Due to his restraint, the sword edge grazed past the Great Peacock Princess's jade shoulder, leaving a faint blood mark on her arm that could be ignored.

Ye Chen paid her no mind and continued pursuing Kunpeng, but the fiend had already entered the teleportation platform.

"Shifting heaven and earth," Ye Chen shouted coldly, trying to swap Kunpeng out. But Kunpeng was prepared, and he failed. Under the platform's activation, Kunpeng vanished without a trace.

"Ye Chen, one day I will personally slay you." Though Kunpeng had teleported away, a faint and icy voice echoed back, laced with raw killing intent.

Ye Chen fell silent, activating his immortal eyes, but found no trace. It was a domain teleportation platform—once activated, not even a quasi-emperor could track him.