Chapter 1539: Fighting Ten Thousand Alone

Chapter 1539: One Against Ten Thousand

A thunderous rumble echoed, the vast sky darkened, and the heavens and earth trembled.

A thick beam of light shot from Ye Chen's Tianling Gai, piercing straight into the heavens and tearing a massive hole in the sky.

Rolling demonic energy surged forth, engulfing the heavens and earth, filling the world with bloodthirsty savagery and overturning the very order of the universe.

He rose to his feet, his form drastically changed, with ancient divine patterns etched on his forehead, his blood-red hair dancing wildly, and his black eyes vast and profound, capable of devouring the heavens, absorbing the earth, extinguishing stars, and manifesting chaos.

The entire world, centered on him, froze inch by inch into ice, transforming into a boundless demonic wasteland that spread from under his feet in all directions, unleashing primordial visions.

He stood like a supreme demonic god, as heavy as a mountain range, with Dao principles intertwined with chaos and laws dancing with thunder.

What is that state? What did Ye Chen do?

The cultivators from all sides were horrified, unable to withstand Ye Chen's pressure or endure the overwhelming demonic aura, and they retreated one after another.

How can a Quasi-Saint level exert such overwhelming dominance?

Is it a demonized state? But he no longer has demon blood!

It's not demonization; it's Xue Mai Jie Xian.

An elder cultivator exclaimed in shock, his expression one of disbelief.

Xue Mai Jie Xian? What's that?

The younger cultivators were stunned and turned to look at the elders beside them.

It's a state of near-ultimate elevation of one's bloodline, instantly boosting Dao principles, magical power, speed, and strength to unimaginable levels.

More precisely, it's a state akin to being nearly indestructible and unkillable.

The elders took a deep breath, even they were shaken by this revelation.

Nearly indestructible and unkillable?

The surroundings erupted in uproar.

Not everyone can activate Xue Mai Jie Xian. This state is profoundly mysterious; being able to activate it once doesn't guarantee a second time—it depends on fate.

Even after handing over his Sheng Ti essence, Ye Chen can still forcefully activate Xue Mai Jie Xian. His monstrous talent is on a heaven-defying level.

Countless people were shocked, their hearts trembling.

Ye Chen, I truly underestimated you.

On the throne, Xianzu Shenzi, Fengxian, and the others gritted their teeth, clearly recognizing Ye Chen's current state.

Xue Mai Jie Xian represents the pinnacle of bloodlines. Anyone who can activate this state is invariably heaven-defying.

Yet, those high and mighty figures like them lacked such an honor, while their great enemy had achieved it.

They were unwilling, resentful of being overshadowed by Ye Chen's talent once again—this was a supreme humiliation.

They were shocked, they were furious, but they were also excited.

Killing Ye Chen too easily would be boring.

Now that he had activated Xue Mai Jie Xian, it added some challenge, sparking their interest.

This king wants to see if Xue Mai Jie Xian truly makes one indestructible and unkillable. Kill him for me.

Xianzu Shenzi, Fengxian, and the others raised their hands, pointing directly at Ye Chen.

As their words fell, the virtual sky behind them exploded with a boom.

Then, rolling clouds emerged, carrying waves of figures—some treading flying swords, some riding the clouds, some mounted on spirit beasts, and some driving war chariots.

Their numbers reached over ten thousand, all followers of Xianzu Shenzi and his group. The weakest among them were Quasi-Saints, with many Quasi-Saint Kings, each radiating killing intent.

The ten thousand figures formed a dark mass, blanketing the sky like a black ocean, surging toward Ye Chen.

Blood debts must be repaid in blood.

Ye Chen roared hoarsely, tears of blood streaming down his face as he charged forward, sweeping with torrential demonic energy.

A mere Quasi-Saint level, without divine weapons, without bloodlines, without true fire, without heavenly thunder, without immortal eyes, without magical tools—you're nothing but a waste. Even with Xue Mai Jie Xian, what can you do?

Leading the charge was a burly man with a ferocious face, wielding a dragon blade. He was a Saint, and his heavenly strike was utterly dominant, aiming to slay Ye Chen in one blow.

Ye Chen rushed straight at him, taking the blade head-on, then instantly closed in and tore the burly man apart with his bare hands.

Damn, he tore a Saint level apart in one move.

The onlookers trembled in shock, involuntarily sucking in a breath of cold air.

Though the burly man was dead, Ye Chen seized his dragon blade and swept it horizontally, cutting down a swath of attackers. Both their bodies and souls were obliterated.

Kill.

The dark mass of figures pressed on relentlessly, some forming great seals with their hands, others wielding magical tools.

Any who block me shall die.

Ye Chen bellowed, shaking the heavens, gripping the blood-stained dragon blade like a madman, slashing left and right without any pattern.

He neither dodged nor evaded nor defended; anyone in his path was slain by his blade, his combat power absolutely unmatched.

The scene was bloody, as Ye Chen carved a path of blood, leaving a trail of bones and staining the virtual sky with fresh blood.

With Xue Mai Jie Xian's indestructible state, even without divine weapons or Sheng Ti essence, this overbearing condition gave him ample capital to slaughter his way through.

The formation of nearly ten thousand was unable to stop him; for every group that advanced, another was wiped out.

The world turned blood-red, filled with severed limbs, headless bodies, and fragments of magical tools.

Is this really a Quasi-Saint?

The surrounding cultivators' lips quivered, their hearts in turmoil, their faces pale and bloodless.

Ten thousand people! The weakest are Quasi-Saints, with many Quasi-Saint Kings, yet they can't hold off one man.

Xue Mai Jie Xian makes one indestructible and unkillable—with one against ten thousand, he's unstoppable!

Shocked voices merged into a tidal wave.

Activate the killing formation and obliterate him.

Amid the cries of alarm, a furious shout echoed through the heavens as a killing formation was jointly activated, unleashing devastating divine power toward Ye Chen.

Thud!

Blood splattered as half of Ye Chen's body was blown away.

However, with Xue Mai Jie Xian's indestructible state, his regenerative power was overwhelming, and his mangled flesh instantly reformed.

Kill!

Ye Chen's voice thundered like lightning, his black eyes fixed dead on the throne at the end of the figures. He ignored those rushing at him, wildly swinging the dragon blade and sending blood and flesh flying.

Slaughter!

The figures in the sky all attacked, unleashing divine abilities, magical tools, and formation diagrams that blanketed the area toward him.

That stretch of sky collapsed under the assault, and the heavens lost their color.

Ye Chen showed no fear, meeting them head-on with his body, swinging the dragon blade to unleash hundred-zhang blade lights and surging blood mist.

He was truly like a supreme demonic god, bathing in fresh blood, treading over mountains of corpses, wading through seas of blood, battling across the eight directions, fighting until the heavens shattered and the earth cracked, the world wailing in agony.

The figures in the sky were all gripped by fear, their sword-holding hands trembling. He was too strong, like a killing god from hell.

Any who block me shall die.

Ye Chen charged forward eternally, sweeping with torrential demonic energy that engulfed swaths of the world, his voice like ancient thunder, making even the heavens rumble.

Batch after batch of people fell, batch after batch of figures turned to ash, crushed by the overwhelming demonic energy.

This was a lawless, bloody spectacle.

The nearly ten thousand were killed until they scattered in defeat, forced to retreat continuously by him alone, with no one daring to charge forward.

A bunch of wastes.

Hunzu Shenzi snorted coldly and ascended to the heavens, lunging straight at Ye Chen to kill.

Around him, nine chains of order suddenly manifested, each entwined with thunder like writhing serpents.

These were Soul-Locking Chains, inscribed with runes and targeted at the soul; once bound, the true body would be sealed.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of chains clashing rang out as Hunzu Shenzi made his move.

The nine Soul-Locking Chains were launched together, shooting toward Ye Chen.

Spotting Hunzu Shenzi, Ye Chen cleaved a bloody path with his blade and charged straight at him.

The Soul-Locking Chains were instantly shattered, swallowed by the demonic energy.

Hunzu Shenzi suffered backlash, stumbling back a step before spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Seal him for this king.

Hunzu Shenzi roared in anger, shooting a beam of light from his forehead—it was a magical tool.

Upon closer inspection, it was a cauldron, more precisely Ye Chen's Hun Dun Ding, pressing down from the heavens.

Hilariously, the Hun Dun Ding had barely flown halfway before it turned back, slamming into Hunzu Shenzi and making him stagger.

The onlookers nearly laughed. Using Ye Chen's cauldron to suppress Ye Chen? Have you lost your mind?

Hunzu Shenzi vomited blood, badly injured and furious beyond words.

His mind wasn't lost; it was as if he'd been kicked by a donkey.

The Hun Dun Ding hadn't been refined yet, and he foolishly used it against its owner.

Now, caught off guard, he was struck by a counterattack, his physical body nearly collapsing.

Ye Chen arrived in an instant, slamming down a palm as heavy as a mountain.

Hunzu Shenzi knelt on the spot, unable to steady himself before his powerful body was ground into a puddle of flesh.

Save me.

Hunzu Shenzi's soul escaped, no longer daring to fight, fleeing toward Xianzu Shenzi and the others.

He was terrified, truly terrified, his eyes full of fear.

As a Saint level, he was defeated in just three moves.

Pathetically, his opponent had nothing but Xue Mai Jie Xian, which overpowered him completely.

This fellow is just delivering his head on a platter, as I calculated.

Among the spectators, some old-timer began playing the mystic again, with a meaningful expression.

Wastes.

Mo Clan Shenzi and the other Shenzi sneered coldly, one from the left and one from the right, ascending together to attack in unison.

The two had divided the Sheng Ti essence, their vital energy vast as the sea, with their physical bodies and strength greatly enhanced.

Precisely because of this, they were arrogantly unstoppable, intent on slaying Ye Chen to vent their fury.

Ye Chen crossed the sky, the Hun Dun Shen Ding hovering above his head now transformed into a killing sword, slashing toward Hunzu Shenzi.

His black eyes were devoid of light, his form terrifying, and his combat power even more so.

Hunzu Shenzi was flipped by a sword strike, his soul shattered and on the verge of dissipation as he fled desperately.

Die!

Mo Clan Shenzi's eyes were filled with malice as he arrived first, gripping his demonic sword and slashing down from the heavens.

Ye Chen didn't dodge, still attacking Hunzu Shenzi.

Because of his lack of defense, he was struck by Mo Clan Shenzi's sword, cleaved from head to toe in a bloody gash that nearly split him in half.

Blood sprayed everywhere, and through the wound, one could see his blackened blood bones, making scalps tingle.

Ye Chen endured the sword strike and closed in on Hunzu Shenzi, slamming down a palm covered in seal scripts.

Hunzu Shenzi abruptly turned, his eyes bloodshot and mad, continuously shooting divine light from his forehead.

Each beam of divine light carried a magical tool: bronze furnaces, killing swords, divine pearls, treasure seals—one after another, like brilliant stars, over a hundred in total, all striking toward Ye Chen at once.

Yet, despite the many tools, none could block Ye Chen's palm.

The sound of treasure shattering rang out as fragments fell in pieces.

Hunzu Shenzi's desperately formed barrier was broken by Ye Chen's palm, leaving his soul translucent on the spot.

Ye Chen swung the Hun Dun Sword, unleashing a river of stars.