Chapter 1477: Capture Alive

The two figures entered one after another, with barely a breath in between, and soon witnessed a towering mountain peak collapsing.

Rocks flew everywhere as Jinwu Taizi fled in embarrassment, not daring to continue the fight. He soared into the sky, his golden eyes bloodshot, roaring and bellowing so loudly it shook the heavens: "Do you really want to fight to the death?"

"Everything today is of your own making." Ye Chen snorted coldly and unleashed a sword strike from afar, the Jiemie Sword.

Jinwu suddenly turned around and summoned a golden shield to block in front of him—it was a Shengbing-level treasure.

Ye Chen's sword strike crushed everything in its path, shattering the shield as if it were paper and wounding Jinwu along with it, sending him flying hundreds of zhang. It was only thanks to the shield that he wasn't split in two.

His injuries were too severe, and even his domineering regenerative ability was suppressed. The bloody gash on his chest carried the killing intent of Ye Chen's sword, which disrupted his vital energy and slowed the wound's healing dramatically.

The fiend was tenacious, spitting out Xian mist and wielding a Zhen Yao Hu, intending to refine Ye Chen.

This Zhen Yao Hu was like the altar of Kunpeng, both possessing spirits and nurtured within the body for years. Treasures of this category were the most terrifying, though only for ordinary cultivators.

Ye Chen was no ordinary cultivator—in fact, he was fiercely powerful. Even though he was engulfed by the refining pot, it couldn't contain him, and the so-called treasure couldn't withstand a single punch from him.

As soon as he broke free, he saw the heavens darken as a blazing sun appeared in the sky—it was Jinwu's solar form.

"Not this trick again." The sight of that Jinwu sun infuriated him. He immediately summoned Xianhuo Tianlei, drew the Shenhuo Gong, nocked a Leiting Jian, and fired a Jiemie arrow that obliterated everything, shooting down the sun.

Jinwu Taizi was gravely wounded, his divine body cracking open as fresh blood sprayed out. He staggered, nearly falling from the sky.

Ye Chen charged forward, sword in hand, decapitating Jinwu and smashing his physical body into pulp with a palm strike.

Jinwu roared as his Yuan Shen escaped, burning its power to flee like a streak of divine light across the firmament.

But Ye Chen had no intention of letting him go. He pursued even faster, his Jiemie divine ability already manifesting, ready to deliver a killing blow. It had taken so much effort to force out Jinwu's Yuan Shen—he couldn't let him escape.

However, after chasing just a thousand zhang, Ye Chen suddenly halted and turned to flee.

Behind him, thunderous booms echoed through the sky, clouds churned, and it seemed like thousands of troops were charging. The virtual heavens glowed with golden light, and upon closer inspection, it was a flock of Jinwu birds.

The strong experts of the Jinwu Clan had arrived, their forces massive, including Shengwang and Dasheng. They had originally been heading to Honghuang Zhi Sen but heard midway that Jinwu Taizi was being pursued, so they rushed here.

Ye Chen, spotting the Jinwu Clan's experts from afar, turned and fled.

Compared to him, Jinwu, who was on the verge of death, was overjoyed, feeling like crying. He had fought desperately, been chased to madness, and finally held on until dawn arrived.

"Taizi, don't be afraid." A Jinwu Dasheng was the first to arrive, protecting Jinwu Taizi.

"Kill! Kill for this king!" Jinwu roared, ignoring his wounds, his finger trembling as he pointed toward Ye Chen's escape direction. His face was ferocious, screaming hysterically: "Capture him alive for me."

"Chase!" Nine Jinwu Dasheng set out together, crossing the virtual heavens in pursuit, followed by Shengwang and Zhunshengwang. Their formation was vast, shaking the firmament and draining the color from the world.

"Damn it." Ye Chen cursed under his breath, grinding his teeth in frustration. He had been so close—just a little more, and it would have been over. Jinwu Taizi truly seemed blessed by heaven's great fortune, narrowly escaping death twice.

As he spoke, he stepped into a mountain range, but in less than a breath, he scrambled out in panic, tumbling and crawling, completely losing the dignity of a Shengti. His posture was utterly awkward.

It wasn't without reason—he had run into more experts ahead, not from the Jinwu Clan, but the Kunpeng Clan, led by nine Dasheng-level powerhouses, their forces even larger than the Jinwu's.

"Kill! Kill for this king! Capture him alive!" Kunpeng was among them, bellowing madly, his golden eyes bloodshot and turned crimson, his expression twisted and demonic, like a fiend.

"Chase!" The Kunpeng Clan Dasheng snorted coldly, unwilling to let Ye Chen go. What a presence the Kunpeng Clan was—having suffered a great humiliation at the Wanzu Sheng Hui, Kunpeng Huang was furious and vowed to slay the Shengti.

"Nonsense." Ye Chen cursed loudly, his qi and blood churning, feeling an urge to vomit blood.

Now it was his turn to flee. He burned his blood essence, speeding like a startling meteor, not daring to stop.

The Jinwu Clan from the east and the Kunpeng Clan from the west pursued without pause, both with immense forces.

Onlookers from all sides sighed in amazement at the sight. It was truly ironic—just moments ago, he had been chasing Jinwu with such dominance, but now he was the one being hunted, and by such a massive force.

More and more spectators gathered from every direction, but before they could steady themselves, they were scattered by Ye Chen's rush. As soon as they regrouped, they were knocked flying by the Dasheng from the two clans.

The heavens rumbled again, mountains collapsed, rivers overturned, and everywhere they passed was left in ruins.

Fortunately, Ye Chen escaped early and possessed the Yitian Huandi ability, allowing him to narrowly avoid fatal strikes each time he was about to be caught. Still, he was extremely disheveled.

Fleeing northward, he was unwittingly driven back to Honghuang Zhi Sen.

Returning there, even with his composure, Ye Chen couldn't help but gasp at the scene. Everywhere he looked was blood, the entire world drenched in it.

The epic battle raged on ferociously, with fresh blood raining down. Many had transformed into their true forms, each larger and more imposing than the last, flying higher and fighting more wildly and primitively: a sky-covering Jinchi Dapeng had its wings brutally torn off; a mountain-sized Shanggu Manniu had its head smashed; a sky-reaching Taigu Zhanlang had its blood bones severed and its body trampled to pieces.

The Wanzu had ancient grudges, and the conflicts among the younger generations had finally ignited the fuse, giving them a perfect reason to wage war and continue the chaos of their ancestors.

It was like a divine war, with countless great gods battling until the heavens shattered and the earth cracked.

In that brief moment of distraction, Ye Chen's speed slowed slightly, allowing two Dasheng—one from Jinwu and one from Kunpeng—to catch up. Both raised their hands, firing divine beams that pierced the virtual heavens with devastating power.

In a flash, Ye Chen summoned his great cauldron, transforming it into a Shenjian, and gripped it tightly to block.

The two Dasheng's beams struck the Shenjian almost simultaneously, sparking flames.

Ye Chen spat blood immediately, his Shengti cracking as he was sent flying.

He flew with trails of sacred blood, collapsing swaths of virtual heavens, and a few unlucky fighters in the midst of battle were accidentally knocked into bloody pieces by him.

When he landed, he was in a pool of blood, his Shengti's bones and flesh exposed. Surviving that strike from two Dasheng was already a miracle, enough to stand above the masses.

"You wretched beast, meet your end!" The experts from the Jinwu and Kunpeng Clans arrived en masse, filling the skies with dark figures that crowded the four directions, surrounding Ye Chen in the center.

"What bad luck." Ye Chen staggered, struggling to his feet, blood pouring from his mouth.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Jinwu and Kunpeng arrived too, the two Taizi with eyes redder than the other's, faces more ferocious, expressions more sinister and hateful.

"What's going on?" The Wanzu melee paused for a moment as everyone turned to look.

It was because the Kunpeng and Jinwu forces were so overwhelming. Normally, that wouldn't matter, but after charging in, they didn't join the brawl—instead, they surrounded a single junior Sheng.

It was Ye Chen. Kui Niu, Xiao Yuan Huang, and Qian Shang Yue spotted him from afar, their expressions turning gravely serious. Going after Jinwu had drawn so many experts.

"In an emergency, Father Emperor." In desperation, they all looked toward Yuan Huang and Kui Niu Huang.

"The distance is too great; even if we want to save him, we won't make it in time." The emperors shook their heads. By the time they moved, Ye Chen would likely be slain instantly—they couldn't get there fast enough.

"I intend to undergo tribulation; quickly withdraw." Ye Chen sent a message to Yuan Huang and Kui Niu Huang. In this deadly situation, his only option was to break it with a Tianjie—he didn't want his allies to suffer the thunder's wrath.

"Undergo tribulation?" Upon hearing this, Yuan Huang and the others didn't think twice and bolted away. A Shengti's Tianjie was no joke; even they felt a chill in their hearts.