Chapter 1476: Clash of Ten Thousand Races

In the vast Honghuang Zhisen, thunderous roars shook the heavens and earth, dyeing the entire land crimson with blood. It was a fierce struggle between soldiers and generals, with battles raging everywhere, and figures filling both the sky and the ground.

The lineup was already impressive, yet more and more people kept joining in. Cultivators from various races of the Nanyu flocked in, seemingly without reason, diving directly into the chaotic battle. Amidst the frenzy, it was impossible to distinguish one side from the other.

The Taizi and Gongzhu who had come for the grand assembly stayed far back on the periphery, clicking their tongues in amazement as they watched the massive brawl. This year's Wanzu assembly was truly extraordinary.

Many scratched their heads, tracing the origin of the commotion back to a blood-soaked figure being thrown onto the stage, which had ignited the entire melee. Digging deeper, it all stemmed from that point. Once that bloodied person was tossed up, things spun out of control. The Huanggu Shengti went berserk, and one Taizi after another jumped in, only to be taken down one by one. Before long, it escalated into a full-scale free-for-all.

What was meant to be a peaceful Wanzu assembly had devolved into a Wanzu Hunzhan. Ancient grudges between the races flared up, and they seized the opportunity to settle scores, turning it into a timely free-for-all.

The Honghuang Zhisen trembled, enveloped in a blood mist, with battle figures everywhere. More ancient races charged in, led by their Shengzhu and Huang, radiating overwhelming killing intent.

The commotion shook the entire region, drawing groups of cultivators toward the Honghuang Zhisen. Upon seeing the blood-red sky, they paled in shock. "What in the world is happening here?"

"If this old man remembers correctly, today is the Wanzu assembly." Many elders were astonished. "How did it turn into a fight like this? Is it a resurgence of the grudges from a thousand years ago?"

"It's even worse than back then," someone sighed. "The races involved number at least three thousand."

"Someone's coming out!" a voice called, drawing everyone's gaze to one side.

There, a streak of golden immortal light shot out from the Honghuang Zhisen. Looking closely, it was a single person, clearly fleeing and badly injured, his body a mess of blood and bones.

That person was none other than Jinwu Taizi. He had lost his human form, his entire body drenched in blood and covered in countless wounds, with a gruesome hole in his chest.

"Am I seeing things? Is that really Jinwu Taizi?" Everyone who spotted him was stunned.

"The Huanggu Shengti?" Amid the exclamations, someone cried out, recognizing Ye Chen as the one chasing Jinwu Taizi. They didn't even need to see his face—just his aura and bloodline were enough to identify him.

"The Shengti is still alive?" Many were baffled, their expressions filled with disbelief. This didn't align with the rumors that the Huanggu Shengti had perished in some ancient ruins. But here he was, alive and well, relentlessly pursuing Jinwu Taizi.

"The Shengti surviving doesn't surprise this old man at all," an elder cultivator remarked, stroking his beard. "That fellow has nine lives. They've tried to kill him time and again, and it's become the norm."

"Today is the Wanzu assembly—surely he isn't going to stir up more trouble there," someone mused. "And what's his beef with Jinwu Taizi? It looks like it's to the death."

"Wherever he goes, chaos follows!" Sighs of amazement rippled through the crowd like waves. "Is he planning to pick fights with every major sect in Xuanhuang one by one?"

That assessment rang true. People began counting on their fingers, recounting Ye Chen's exploits since arriving in Xuanhuang: the Xuanhuang Star Sea, the Yaochi assembly, the Donghuang Ancient City, and the ancient ruins.

Now, here he was at the Wanzu assembly. Everyone suspected that this Wanzu Hunzhan had something to do with him. Wherever he showed up, something big always happened, and groups of people ended up getting wiped out. His reputation had grown to shake the entire Xuanhuang.

He had indeed ruffled feathers with many major sects and races in Xuanhuang. At that very moment, most of them were likely issuing kill orders, mobilizing forces across the land to hunt him down relentlessly.

"My fellow daoists, hurry and save me!" Amidst the discussions like crashing waves, Jinwu Taizi's desperate shout cut through. He was being chased mercilessly and was begging for help from all sides.

Hearing his words, most people just scoffed. Jinwu Taizi's tone wasn't pleading—it carried a commanding edge that left everyone feeling irritated.

That was only part of it. Another key reason was Jinwu Taizi's clan. The Jinwu race was a dominant force in the Nanyu, with deep roots and a history of arrogance. They bullied others as if it were routine. The onlookers were doing well just by not kicking him while he was down, let alone rushing to his aid.

Still, a few self-proclaimed powerhouses couldn't resist stepping in to show off.

It was a purple-robed elder, a powerful old Shengren who had reached the brink of Quasi Shengwang. He soared upward, positioning himself between Ye Chen and Jinwu Taizi in the sky.

"Spare others when you can, young friend. Grant this old man a favor and let Jinwu Taizi live. Consider it a deed of merit."

"Your face isn't worth much."

Ye Chen replied coolly, not slowing his pursuit at all.

"If you won't listen to reason, then don't blame this old man for acting."

Furious at being rebuked, the purple-robed elder formed a massive seal in the air and slapped it toward Ye Chen.

Ye Chen said nothing. He swung his sword abruptly, shattering the seal and sending the elder tumbling through the air.

The elder's face turned pale with shock—he had severely underestimated Ye Chen's strength. As an old Shengren, he was defeated in a single move. It was lucky he had some skill, or he might have been cleaved in two.

Ye Chen struck again, his sword even more domineering, a devastating blow that obliterated everything in its path.

In an instant, the purple-robed elder was split in half. Only his Yuanshen escaped his body, fleeing while shouting, "I wash my hands of this! I won't interfere anymore—just let me live!"

What met him, however, was a war spear that pinned him to the sky.

Witnessing this, those elders who had been about to step in and plead changed their minds.

Ye Chen was ruthless, decisive, and extremely fierce. Stepping out recklessly would likely get them killed.

Glancing at the purple-robed elder nailed in the sky, they saw his true misery. In his final moments before his Yuanshen faded, he finally understood regret. He should have just watched the spectacle instead of showing off and provoking the Shengti, leading to his own demise.

Ahead, another boom erupted. Ye Chen, having slain the purple-robed elder, caught up to Jinwu Taizi once more.

The crowd stirred, chasing after them. They couldn't miss such a thrilling show, especially those with nothing better to do, flocking in like a dark cloud.

By the time the spectators arrived, a mountain had already collapsed. Amidst the flying debris, Jinwu Taizi's body exploded, half his head shattered, with brain matter spilling out. The sight was gruesome.

Yet he didn't turn to fight. He scrambled up and fled, the once-mighty Jinwu Taizi crown prince stripped of all dignity.

Ye Chen pursued without pause. Whenever he caught up, he unleashed a barrage of attacks without a word.

Jinwu Taizi was in utter misery but incredibly tough. Even Ye Chen was growing impatient—the ancient Jinwu race lived up to their reputation; exterminating one was no easy feat.

Their chase and battle created massive disturbances, accompanied by continuous booms. Mountains crumbled, rivers overturned, and even passing ancient cities were left in ruins, drawing waves of curses.

Along the way, it was a trail of blood and disaster. Jinwu Taizi fled while calling for help and trying to drag others in.

Every time he cried out, a few foolhardy individuals would rush in, eager to grandstand and act arrogantly, only to end up being wiped out by Ye Chen.

Through his actions, Ye Chen was teaching the world a lesson: don't show off without the strength to back it up, and don't take on tasks you're not equipped for.

As a result, the once-noble Jinwu Taizi had become a harbinger of doom. Anyone who saw him kept their distance, and no one dared respond to his pleas for help anymore.

Jinwu Taizi spat blood, whether from rage or wounds, it was hard to say. As the Jinwu race's crown prince, he was of the highest status. When had he ever been hunted like this or shunned so completely?

In his fury, he mentally slapped himself. He shouldn't have followed into the Honghuang Zhisen earlier—he should have fled right then and there, instead of ending up chased across the world by Ye Chen.

Ahead lay another mountain range. He burned his vital energy to boost his speed and dashed into it.

Ye Chen followed closely, gripping his blood-stained Chixiao sword. Along the way, he had lost count of how many had died by his blade—people who didn't need to die but had walked straight into their graves.