Chapter 1479: Defying the Heavens Again

"Chop him down, chop him down!" Seeing Ye Chen unleash his divine might, Xiao Yuan Huang and the others were like a bunch of excited monkeys, jumping around wildly, each howling louder than the last.

Kong Que Sheng Zhu snorted coldly, his eyes filled with chilling light. "Kunpeng clan, so you have your day too." He had already heard about the matter with the Peacock Grand Princess and could no longer suppress his killing intent toward the Kunpeng.

Yuan Huang glanced at Kong Que Sheng Zhu and said, "Facts prove that your eye for choosing a son-in-law is really not great, old Peacock boy. At least this time, you've seen the true face of the Kunpeng."

"It's my own dim-sightedness." Kong Que Sheng Zhu took a deep breath and looked at the Peacock Grand Princess beside him. She was still acting erratically, muttering to herself, crying one moment and laughing the next.

"Anyway, she can't go back to the Kunpeng clan now, so she might as well marry me." Xiao Yuan Huang rubbed his furry paws and flashed a row of pearly white teeth, grinning in a particularly sleazy way.

"Don't bother me." Kong Que Sheng Zhu shot back coldly, his face turning as black as charcoal.

"Come on, future father-in-law, I promise I'll keep her completely satisfied every day."

"Get lost." Kong Que Sheng Zhu swung a palm and sent Xiao Yuan Huang flying. Then, with a dark expression, he glanced at Yuan Huang. Your kid is even more shameless than you were back in the day!

Yuan Huang cleared his throat and looked away, though he felt secretly pleased despite his son getting beaten. Xiao Yuan Huang's brazen behavior was just like his own in the past.

In the midst of billions of thunderbolts, the Honghuang Forest had been reduced to complete ruins. The towering ancient trees were scattered in all directions, burning with flames, many reduced to charred wood, with not a blade of grass left.

As for the people from the various clans, aside from Yuan Huang and those who had escaped earlier, they were all in a pathetic, miserable state.

The smell of roasted meat filled the air. A massive nine-headed bird had its yuan shen obliterated, its entire body turned into roast chicken—it had to be said, the aroma was exceptionally tempting.

It wasn't just the nine-headed bird; many other races, all beast types, had been struck back into their original forms. Yuan Huang and his group nearly rushed over to use those roasted meats as drinking snacks.

Crowds of cultivators gathered from all sides, forming dense clusters that surrounded the vast Honghuang Forest. Sounds of sighs and shock echoed endlessly. "The Saint Body is just too lawless."

"This commotion is even more massive." Many couldn't help but grin. "So many races, tens of thousands of cultivators, with the weakest at the quasi-saint level, and yet they're all scattered and defeated."

"Seeing the Saint Body stir up trouble with all the major clans in the Southern Domain puts my mind at ease." The old folks stroked their beards, speaking with a tone of earnest advice. "This show of force is quite impressive."

"I say, have the Kunpeng clan and Jinwu clan run toward us?"

"Why ask if you know?" Someone cursed loudly. Whether it was the show-offs or the flirts, they all turned and fled at the same time, because the Kunpeng and Jinwu clans were heading their way.

They weren't afraid of those two clans; they were afraid of Ye Chen coming after them. That guy wasn't alone—he was charging forward with a sea of heavenly tribulation overhead, striking everything in his path.

The scene was utterly chaotic. So many races, so many experts, and not a single one dared to turn and fight. Whether big saints or quasi-saints, they all ran faster than rabbits.

"Run! Keep running?" Under the heavens, besides the roars of anger and the thunder, there was Ye Chen's domineering scolding. With the tribulation on his head, he darted all over, heading straight for the crowds.

Yuan Huang stroked his chin and said with a sigh to Kong Que Sheng Zhu, "Peacock, I have to say, your choice this time wasn't bad at all. Way better than that Kunpeng trash."

Kong Que Sheng Zhu smiled slightly. "What I value more is character." During this, he couldn't help but glance at Qian Shang Yue. It was his younger daughter's good eye—Ye Chen, the Saint Body, was far superior to the Kunpeng Crown Prince in every way, whether in combat strength, breadth of mind, or courage.

Qian Shang Yue smiled faintly but didn't mention the matter of Shen Xuan Feng. That story was too distant and too long. The one she admired was him, not Ye Chen. Whether in this life or the previous, it had never changed.

Xian Wang He coughed dryly. "Old Seven won't get struck to death, right? That tribulation is too strong."

"He can hold on." Qian Shang Yue took a deep breath, though worry lingered in her beautiful eyes.

"If he gets struck dead, there's still me, Old Bear. I'd definitely keep you completely satisfied."

"Don't mess around—if anyone's doing it, it's me, Old Ox. Your little thing is just fooling around."

As soon as the words were out, Kui Niu and Da Di Wu Xiong were both kicked flying by Kong Que Sheng Zhu, one with each foot. Even Bei Ming Yu, Chuan Shan Jia, and Xian Wang He weren't spared.

The unluckiest was still Xiao Yuan Huang. He'd just gotten back from being slapped away earlier and hadn't even said a word before Kong Que Sheng Zhu smacked him flying again, sending him soaring far into the distance.

Once that was done, Kong Que Sheng Zhu turned back, his face dark as he glared at Yuan Huang, Kui Niu Huang, and the others one by one. You bunch raised these brats just to mess with me, didn't you?

Yuan Huang, Kui Niu Huang, and the rest didn't care at all, shaking their heads and acting completely unserious. Who told you to only have daughters? Serves you right to get teased by my kids. That's just how it is.

While they were joking around, Ye Chen on the other side finally stopped his mad chase.

After all, this was his own heavenly tribulation. As it grew more ferocious, even he had to treat it with caution. A saint-level tribulation was incredibly domineering, and at any moment, it could end him.

Seeing Ye Chen stop, the various clans haltingly came to a stop, all of them disheveled, their eyes bloodshot, their faces twisted like demons as they howled like mad dogs. "Shame, what utter shame."

Their roars even drowned out the thunder. Clans like the Kunpeng and Jinwu had suffered heavy casualties. With Ye Chen no longer pursuing, they blocked the outer perimeter, waiting only for his tribulation to dissipate.

The rumbling grew even more intense. The massive sea of thunder enveloped the ruined Honghuang Forest, swallowing Ye Chen whole. Strands of lightning poured down from the sky like waterfalls.

The thunder sea raged, with waves of lightning crashing like tsunamis, submerging Ye Chen time and again, only for him to burst out each time. Those dancing thunderbolts were terrifying beyond measure, intent on destroying him.

The surrounding cultivators watched with hearts pounding in fear. Just watching was scary enough—if they were in that thunder sea, they'd likely be crushed in an instant. The Saint Body's tribulation was just too heaven-defying.

"You can't destroy me." Ye Chen roared, tearing through the waves of thunder and charging upward against the heavens. Bathed in the domineering lightning, he surged with overwhelming battle intent, fighting his way from below straight into the sky.

He was like a war god, his aura dominating the eight directions. Countless thunderbolts couldn't stop him; one after another, they were blasted apart. The will of the heavens seemed like a mere decoration, unable to erase this insignificant ant.

With a soft "pop," a faint sound echoed in the void—it was the Xian Yan, unsealing itself.

The divine punishment from above was a fearsome calamity, yet also a heaven-defying opportunity. In the thunder, he tempered his saint body; in the calamity, he underwent nirvana. As the Magic Blade Stone, it could turn a piece of rusted iron into a peerless divine sword.

Ye Chen did exactly that, using the thunder to refine his saint body and the calamity to transform his dao principles. He fought against the heavenly punishment while comprehending the great dao. Every gash of blood was a mark of his path.

Once again, in the ethereal void, Ye Chen charged forward powerfully, punching through the chaotic mists.

Then, the Chaos Cauldron above his head transformed into a peerless divine sword, which he gripped tightly.

His single sword strike fused hundreds of divine abilities, chaotic dao principles, invincible battle intent, and the power of samsara. It destroyed heavens and earth, splitting the massive thunder sea in two.

Only then did he fall from the void. Perhaps his body was too heavy, as he landed and cracked the ground, sending shockwaves outward from him, rippling infinitely and collapsing space.

His clothes were in tatters, his bones drenched in blood. Though he had defeated the heavens, his saint body was also wrecked. His brilliant blood bones were exposed, and at every wound, a strand of thunder still lingered.

The world fell silent as everyone watched him. Though he was small, he seemed brighter than the sun. His existence placed immense pressure on this era—the Desolate Ancient Saint Body had risen.