Chapter 1499: Attack the Mines

As soon as the white cloth appeared, everyone present furrowed their brows, and in an instant, their gazes collectively turned to Ye Chen. After all this time, the one who had been targeting the Jinwu clan was this damn kid!

"I've finished speaking. Do any of you fellow daoists have objections?"

"No objections."

Ye Chen coughed lightly and added, "Allow me to interject. The mine likely has a teleportation array leading directly to the Kunpeng clan. To prevent the Kunpeng from sending reinforcements, we should destroy the teleportation array first. Everyone, keep that in mind."

"Robbing places like this is something we're all experts at."

That remark made Ye Chen chuckle.

"Alright, let's head out and get this done quickly." Ye Chen acted decisively, stepping out of the estate. He dispatched six of the nine Great Saint-level Yinming Dead Generals, with three joining one team and the other three another. The others followed suit with their own arrangements.

Under the moonlight, the group left Dongtian Ancient City, splitting into three teams and heading in different directions.

Ye Chen moved like a divine ray, flanked by three Great Saints and three Great Saint-level Yinming Dead Generals.

The Yinming Dead Generals showed no emotion, their expressions wooden and eyes vacant. The three Great Saints, however, kept glancing at them, fascinated by these puppets and their powerful aura.

After eyeing the Yinming Dead Generals, the three Great Saints turned their attention to Ye Chen, as did the thirty-three Saint Kings behind him. This guy had taken on the Jinwu and now the Kunpeng—his nerve was something else.

It wasn't long before their team arrived first, at a distant stretch of majestic mountain ranges.

These mountains spanned a vast area, entirely enclosed by a barrier. Watchtowers, observation towers, and rune-inscribed fences dotted the perimeter, with cultivators flying through the air and spear-wielding guards patrolling in crisscrossing formations on the ground.

This was the site of the Kunpeng clan's source stone mine. At first glance, it resembled a mortal-world military camp, heavily fortified due to its importance. The Kunpeng clan had stationed a cultivator army here, forbidding anyone from entering within tens of thousands of li.

"I'll handle the teleportation array. You three fellow daoists and my three puppets will focus on taking down the two Great Saints in the Kunpeng mine." Ye Chen transmitted his instructions. "The remaining thirty-three Saint Kings will eliminate the Kunpeng Saint Kings. Once that's done, we'll deal with the cultivator army and push straight through."

"Understood." The group nodded and drew their weapons—each a terrifying artifact.

"Wait for the other two teams to reach their positions, then we'll attack together." As Ye Chen spoke, he drew Fenji.

"A Quasi-Emperor Weapon?" The three Great Saints and thirty-three Saint Kings were all startled. With their experience, they could clearly discern the level of the weapon in Ye Chen's hand—it was the real deal.

In that moment, the way everyone looked at Ye Chen changed again. Carrying nine Great Saint-level puppets and now wielding a Quasi-Emperor Weapon, his background must be incredibly powerful. No wonder he dared to challenge the Kunpeng.

Ye Chen ignored their surprised stares and secretly linked up with the Yinming Dead Generals from the other two teams, sharing their visions. One of those teams had already reached the outskirts of the Kunpeng source stone mine.

With two teams in position, they just needed to wait for the third. He would give the order to attack without hesitation, just as they had destroyed the Jinwu branches—no time for the Kunpeng to react.

A quarter of an hour later, the third team arrived, hiding in the shadows and readying their weapons.

"Attack!" With Ye Chen's sharp command, the Fenji sword shot toward the sky like a red streak of light.

The Chiyan Great Saints and Chiyan Saint Kings behind him unleashed their essence energy and vast mystical power, channeling it all into the Fenji sword to activate the Quasi-Emperor artifact together.

With so many contributing, the Fenji sword's divine might erupted, slicing through the mine's barrier in one strike.

"Who's there?" The barrier's destruction caused the entire mountain range to rumble, alerting the Kunpeng clanspeople inside. Whether patrols or aerial cultivators, they all converged on the spot.

"Robbery!" Ye Chen let out a bold, resounding howl and charged first, Fenji sword in hand. One sweep cleared a swath—nothing below Saint King level could withstand his domineering strike.

"Send for reinforcements!" A Kunpeng Saint King lunged forward, a bronze furnace hovering above his head, his roar shaking heaven and earth.

Ye Chen instantly closed the distance with a Shrink the Ground to an Inch technique and slashed the Kunpeng Saint King away. Though the Saint King was strong, he couldn't block Ye Chen's sword; his physical form was obliterated, leaving only a faint primordial spirit.

A Chiyan Great Saint followed up, pulverizing it with a palm strike, then swung his sword to wipe out another crowd.

"Make it quick!" Ye Chen shouted, gripping Fenji and rushing deeper. He had already located the teleportation array with his Immortal Eye; spatial energy was overflowing there, making it easy to find.

"Take him down!" The two Kunpeng Great Saints emerged, one wielding a killing sword and the other a great seal, their Great Saint aura sweeping across, exerting immense pressure on Ye Chen—after all, he wasn't a Great Saint himself.

"Three against one—let's go!" The three Chiyan Great Saints and three Yinming Dead Generals charged together, intercepting the Kunpeng Great Saints and splitting them up into one-on-three battles.

"Who the hell are you people?" The Kunpeng Great Saint roared in fury at the sight of their massive force—this was clearly a planned assault on the Kunpeng mine.

The Chiyan Great Saints ignored his outburst, launching overwhelming attacks. In their one-on-three formations, they beat the Kunpeng Great Saints mercilessly, blood spraying everywhere.

The other two teams were doing the same, each with their tasks: three Chiyan Saint Kings handled destroying the teleportation arrays, while the rest suppressed the Kunpeng Great Saints and Saint Kings.

Blood stained the mine and the skies. The peak experts' absolute dominance turned the Kunpeng mine into a slaughterhouse, with people vaporizing into mist one after another. Lives were as cheap as grass in this bloody scene.

The Kunpeng clan was alerted, roused by the distress calls—and from three mines at once.

"How dare they!" The Kunpeng Emperor exploded with rage. It had been years since anyone openly attacked Kunpeng mines like this, and now it was three at the same time.

Immediately, Kunpeng experts mobilized, dividing into two groups: one to use the teleportation array for reinforcements, the other flying out from the clan to pincers the attackers from inside and out.

This massive disturbance turned the dark night chaotic, shaking the surrounding areas. Many cultivators were stirred, looking up with strange expressions. "What the hell is going on now?"

"Heavens! Kunpeng clan members, their cultivator army!" The sharp-eyed ones spotted the Kunpeng forces—vast numbers soaring on swords, riding clouds, or driving ancient war chariots, like a tidal wave of killing intent swallowing the horizon.

"What's happening?" Too many people paled. "Are the clans about to erupt into war again?"

"Someone's attacking the Kunpeng source stone mines—three of them!" A voice boomed through the discussions, shocking everyone and sparking an uproar.

"Which group is this? Attacking three mines simultaneously—must be some powerful race's doing?"

"Probably the Kunpeng's enemies. The Jinwu just got hit, and now their mines are under attack."

"No doubt about it—it's Old Seven's show again." The Little Yuan Emperor and Kui Niu had climbed to a mountaintop to watch, though the Yuan Emperor had ordered them confined to their territory, or they'd have gone themselves.

"Does he have to stir the entire Southern Domain into chaos?" The Peacock Great Ming King gazed into the distance, sighing in admiration. The descendants of the Six Paths were truly bold in their actions.

The regions were abuzz, and various races were alarmed. What was going on? With the great seals approaching, incidents kept cropping up—the Jinwu before, and now the Kunpeng. It was getting lively.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen carved a path of destruction, with no one blocking his way. The Kunpeng Great Saints and Saint Kings were fully suppressed, and the rest in the mine were mere small fry to him.

He reached a palace, where the so-called mine teleportation array was located underground.

"Stop him!" The guards at the palace entrance roared, their force not insignificant: one Saint King, nine Quasi-Saint Kings, and nearly a thousand Saints and Quasi-Saints.

They knew the array's importance well—if it was destroyed, clan reinforcements couldn't arrive, and the mine's fate would be disastrous.

Ye Chen said nothing, charging forward with Fenji's unparalleled power. The Kunpeng attackers were swept away in droves, their bodies and primordial spirits obliterated in an instant, not even a scream escaping.

"A Great Saint with a Quasi-Emperor Weapon!" The Kunpeng Saint King turned pale and fled without a second thought. Such a level was far beyond their ability to resist—facing a Great Saint with a Quasi-Emperor Weapon meant death no matter how many came.

Ye Chen's form was like a phantom as he burst in, relying solely on constant swings of Fenji.

The Kunpeng guards at the entrance suffered heavily, wiped out in batches. No one could withstand his sword—not even the Saint King, whose primordial spirit escaped only to be hunted down and slain.

With the guards eliminated, Ye Chen blasted open the underground palace with a palm. A massive altar appeared, topped with a ten-zhang teleportation array.

Ye Chen approached, estimating the time—the Kunpeng experts were probably already entering the array.

He smirked, flashing his white teeth, and struck with his sword, destroying the teleportation array.

The array's destruction collapsed the spatial channel. Though he couldn't see them, he could almost hear the furious shouts, curses, and screams from within—he'd trapped them all.

Without lingering, he exited the underground palace and headed straight for the mine tunnels, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Too many fell to his blade—it was a complete rampage.

Even as he fought, he didn't waste a moment, collecting storage bags and shattered artifacts from the fallen. He'd spent three billion source stones to hire the Chiyan mercenary army, so he might as well recoup some costs. It was effortless, and everything could be sold for profit.

Ahead, the mine tunnel came into view, guarded by more, but he cut them down and charged in.

The Kunpeng mine tunnels were enormous, delving deep underground, with raw source stones embedded in the rock walls—unrefined and waiting to be processed. He took them all.

Screams echoed everywhere as the tunnel's occupants were slaughtered. Ye Chen summoned over three thousand clones, scouring the tunnels for source stones and ores, seizing everything in sight.