Chapter 1541: Clash with Amaterasu

Ye Chen's body trembled violently as the *Tian Zhao* flames spread, engulfing his entire form, including every bone and drop of blood, all ignited with black fire. From a distance, he looked like a living torch.

What a surprise—it was truly unexpected that the Xian Clan Divine Child had awakened *Tian Zhao* in such a short time. The Six Paths Immortal Eyes are the eyes of the Xian Clan, and only those with Xian Clan bloodline can unleash their full power. Indeed, *Tian Zhao* proved to be even more dominant in the hands of the Xian Clan Divine Child, capable of setting every part of his body ablaze, making it superior to Ye Chen's own use of it.

"This time, Ye Chen is really done for." People from all sides watched with bated breath, many sweating for Ye Chen.

"Hit by *Tian Zhao* and still not dead?" Feng Xian laughed menacingly, gazing at the burning flames with immense satisfaction.

"The Xian Wheel Forbidden Technique is truly overwhelming." The Shen Clan Divine Child and others glanced at the Xian Clan Divine Child.

"Die! Just die!" The Xian Clan Divine Child laughed wildly and unrestrainedly, like a deranged devil. But his laughter suddenly stopped.

It wasn't without reason— the *Tian Zhao* flames hadn't destroyed Ye Chen, who still stood firmly in the void.

"Senior, didn't you say that once *Tian Zhao* ignites, it can burn everything?" The young cultivators watching the battle turned to the old cultivator who had spoken earlier.

"I... I only heard it from my elders."

"*Tian Zhao* is actually ineffective." Feng Xian and the others paled, all being divine children or princesses of their clans, well aware of *Tian Zhao*'s ferocity, yet it had no effect on Ye Chen.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" The Xian Clan Divine Child was the most unwilling to accept it, roaring like a mad dog, unable to believe *Tian Zhao* was useless against Ye Chen.

Little did he know, it wasn't that *Tian Zhao* was ineffective against Ye Chen, but that his Bloodline Limit Boundary was countering it. Once the Xian Wheel *Tian Zhao* ignited, it brought total destruction. Once the Bloodline Limit Boundary activated, it meant immortality and invulnerability. Clearly, these two were polar opposites.

In his Bloodline Limit Boundary state, Ye Chen was constantly burning away while simultaneously regenerating. For every bit that the Xian Wheel *Tian Zhao* destroyed, the Bloodline Limit Boundary restored it— a clash of extremes.

Ye Chen's *Fen Ji* sword hummed, manifesting Quasi-Emperor might. With the Bloodline Limit Boundary granting him immortality and invulnerability, even able to withstand *Tian Zhao*, he had no reservations and was ready for a full slaughter.

A cold wind blew, and a slender black sword suddenly appeared, slashing toward his head— a strike of absolute annihilation. The attacker was the Ji Mie Divine Body, who had used spatial marks to teleport and instantly kill Ye Chen.

In a flash, Ye Chen retreated, sweeping out a palm to force back the Ji Mie Divine Body, then swung his Quasi-Emperor sword, obliterating the spatial marks across thousands of feet. The Ji Mie Divine Body grunted dully and staggered back. Before he could steady himself, Ye Chen's *Fen Ji* sword was already upon him.

The Ji Mie Divine Body's expression changed; assassination was his specialty, but direct confrontation was no match for Ye Chen. Moreover, with Ye Chen wielding the Quasi-Emperor sword, its divine power was beyond his cultivation to withstand.

Blood splattered as the Ji Mie Divine Body's physical form was instantly destroyed. His primordial spirit escaped his body, deploying a heaven-defying divine ability to flee thousands of feet away, not daring to fight further.

"The Ji Mie Divine Body, renowned for assassination across ancient and modern times, has actually been forced into such a humiliating retreat." People from all sides sighed in amazement.

"One day, I will take your head." The Ji Mie Divine Body fled, but his icy voice echoed through the air.

He had left, but a bolt of thunder flew back. It was Ye Chen's heavenly thunder, previously seized by the Ji Mie Divine Body, and now that he was defeated, it returned.

Ye Chen did not pursue the Ji Mie Divine Body— not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't catch up. The Ji Mie Divine Body's escape speed was unmatched. He would kill the Ji Mie Divine Body eventually, but not right now.

"Run!" Before Ye Chen could launch his massacre, the Shen Clan Divine Child and others, along with their followers, fled in all directions. With Ye Chen in his Bloodline Limit Boundary state, they were no match and had to retreat for now.

"Kill." Ye Chen raged, stepping into the sky and swinging his Quasi-Emperor sword, carving a massive chasm through the heavens and earth. He went on a rampage, turning groups of figures into blood mist; nearly ten thousand people, and none could withstand a single sword from him. It was a one-sided slaughter; everywhere he passed, blood mist filled the air, with heads and bodies flying.

Even the arrogant Xian Clan Divine Child dared not face him, fleeing like a stray dog. Some had already activated teleportation platforms, trying to escape.

"You won't get away." Ye Chen's furious roar shook the heavens as black demonic soil spread endlessly beneath his feet. Immediately, the sky collapsed, and the void became chaotic. Those who had escaped via teleportation platforms were forced out, and some were instantly reduced to blood mist.

With the heavens crumbling and space in disarray, the paths of the platforms were blocked. The nearly ten thousand people scattered, flying through the air in an attempt to escape the chaotic realm before using their platforms again.

Ye Chen strode through the sky, sweeping his sword across a vast area, charging toward the Mo Clan Divine Child and shattering his demonic body with one strike.

"Suppress me!" The Mo Clan Divine Child roared furiously, firing a demonic light from his forehead— a demonic pattern divine mirror.

Ye Chen swung his sword, delivering an unmatched blow that shattered the divine mirror. The artifact's destruction backfired on him, cracking the Mo Clan Divine Child's demonic body and spraying demonic blood everywhere. The esteemed Mo Clan Divine Child, a genuine Saint-level figure, was no match for Ye Chen, a Quasi-Saint, with a single sword.

He had swallowed half of a Saint Body's origin, effectively making him half a Saint Body. Unfortunately, as a Mo Clan bloodline, it clashed with the Saint Body's origin, preventing full integration and denying him the Saint Body's invincible combat prowess at the same level.

In contrast, Ye Chen was different; his ordinary bloodline didn't clash with the Ancient Saint Body's origin. Moreover, Ye Chen had spent over two hundred years fully fusing with the Saint Body's origin. How could the Mo Clan Divine Child achieve fusion in such a short time?

Ye Chen struck again with his sword, delivering total annihilation. This time, the Mo Clan Divine Child's demonic body turned directly into a mass of flesh and blood, with only his primordial spirit escaping to flee.

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood." Ye Chen chased relentlessly.

"It's not my fault— it's all Feng Xian; she captured your old friends." The Mo Clan Divine Child was terrified, screaming in panic. He truly sensed the aura of death, his entire body turning ice-cold, as if he had fallen into the nine abysses and glimpsed the endless hell. Perhaps only now did he understand regret, regretting provoking Ye Chen and bringing this calamity upon himself.

Ye Chen's eyes flashed with cold light as he swung his sword, obliterating the Mo Clan Divine Child. The Mo Clan Divine Child's soul scattered on the spot, turning one of the ancient nine clans' princes into mere dust of history. He had indeed regretted it; he had no grudge against Ye Chen, yet he had arrogantly provoked this harbinger of death. Upon his death, his entire body's demonic blood was absorbed, and the half of the Saint Body's origin he had taken was stripped away, shining brilliantly as it returned to Ye Chen.

After slaying the Mo Clan Divine Child, Ye Chen charged straight at the nearest Shen Clan Divine Child, slashing a golden galaxy across the sky from a distance.

The Shen Clan Divine Child halted abruptly, whirling around to unleash a great divine ability, condensing a divine shield before him. However, strong as the shield was, it couldn't block the Quasi-Emperor sword's power. He fell to his knees; the shield shattered, and his divine body was cleaved along with it, leaving only his primordial spirit.

"I'm the Shen Clan prince— you can't kill me." The Shen Clan Divine Child was frightened, his eyes full of terror as he fled while screaming, trying to use his clan to intimidate Ye Chen. He regretted it too, regretting making an enemy of Ye Chen, capturing his old friends, and inviting this catastrophic bloodbath that would erase his cultivation.

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood." Ye Chen caught up and swung his sword directly, scattering the Shen Clan Divine Child's primordial spirit. He died, and the other half of the Saint Body's origin he had taken returned, merging into Ye Chen's body. Like the Mo Clan Divine Child, the Shen Clan bloodline clashed with the Saint Body's origin, so he hadn't gained the Saint Body's power.

With the origin's return, Ye Chen became the Ancient Saint Body once more, his vital energy even more surging and his pressure overwhelmingly strong. As a Saint Body, he was immune to *Tian Zhao*; the flames on his body vanished with the origin's return.

He didn't stop, continuing his pursuit and slaughter, leaving a trail of blood and bones behind— mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

The Chi Mei Divine Child, who was fleeing, was caught and beheaded in an instant, his body exploding.

"No! No! You can't kill me." The Chi Mei Divine Child screamed madly, struggling fiercely, but couldn't break free from Ye Chen's palm's seal as his primordial spirit began to dissipate.

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood." Ye Chen was cold and merciless.

Extinction force danced from his fingers, crushing the Chi Mei Divine Child's primordial spirit, and a wisp of golden flame returned to Ye Chen. It was the Immortal Fire, previously seized by the Chi Mei Divine Child and now reclaimed, transforming into a fire dragon circling Ye Chen.

"Kill." Ye Chen grew even more bloodthirsty, like a demon god or a killing god, slaughtering one living being after another. Blood once again drenched the heavens, a layer of blood mist shrouding the sky, turning the world into a gruesome scene of bodies everywhere. This was an even more terrifying sight: nearly ten thousand cultivators, including many Quasi-Saint Kings, were being hunted down by Ye Chen alone. No one dared to turn back, no one dared to resist; Ye Chen had become their nightmare, dragging them into the abyss.

"What a thrill— truly exhilarating." The spectators watched with boiling blood, especially the young cultivators.

"Earlier, the Saint Body was so suppressed, watching his old friends get killed right before his eyes. Now, he's finally fighting back."

"All the divine items they took from him are being reclaimed one by one."

"This is karma; for killing Ye Chen's old friends, they must pay the price. Blood debts must be repaid in blood."

Amid the discussions, a roar echoed through the vast heavens.

"Are you really going to fight to the death?"

It was Xue Shang Zi, dragging his blood-soaked body, his hair disheveled, driven mad by Ye Chen's pursuit. His words made the onlookers burst into laughter. Fight to the death? It seems you were already set on that when you slaughtered Ye Chen's old friends! Now, saying this is just ridiculous.

"Kill! Take down that dog bastard." The young cultivators were eager, many of them holding grudges against Xue Shang Zi and itching to join the fight.

No need for them to say it— Ye Chen was already on the attack. Though Xue Shang Zi was strong, he couldn't withstand Ye Chen in his Bloodline Limit Boundary state, let alone with the Quasi-Emperor sword. His physical form turned into a pool of flesh and blood, with only his primordial spirit escaping as he roared,

"We had no grudge!"

"You know that now?" Ye Chen thundered, his eyes blood-red, his sword nearly obliterating Xue Shang Zi as he said,

"For killing my old friends, pay with your life."

"It's Feng Xian— it's all her manipulation." Xue Shang Zi wailed, his primordial spirit on the verge of extinction, his eyes full of terror, almost begging on his knees.

"Then go wait for her in the afterlife!" Ye Chen's eyes were filled with bloodlust as he swung his sword in a devastating arc, felling Xue Shang Zi.