Chapter 1542: Zhi Yang

Chapter 1542: Zhi Yang

"Great kill." With Xue Shang Zi destroyed, cheers filled the sky as a crowd of young disciples excitedly stirred up the commotion.

Amid the cheers, another group of people was wiped out.

Ye Chen was in a frenzy of killing, his cold light tainted with bloody tears.

What good was his revenge? It still left him with regrets, as hundreds of reincarnated souls had perished because of him.

If he could exchange their lives for the survival of many more reincarnated ones, he wouldn't mind sparing his enemies.

But now, with the dead gone, nothing was possible anymore.

He had only one choice: to kill, using their heads as offerings to the spirits of his homeland, repaying blood debts with blood.

Kill!

He was truly mad, roaring in rage as he gripped the Zhun Di Jian, slashing at anyone in sight and bathing in their fresh blood.

The intermingled blood and tears had blurred his eyes, clouding his vision with nothing but slaughter.

The heavens were shrouded in surging blood mist, veiled in a crimson haze.

The earth was strewn with corpses, mostly headless bodies, along with scattered limbs, arms, and shattered fragments of magical artifacts.

The once beautiful mountains and rivers had turned into a hellish realm because of his killing, with wails of agony more piercing than the cries of vengeful ghosts.

"One day, this king will take your head."

The furious roar echoed through the heavens, coming from Tian Can in the distant void.

He had fled, using a teleportation domain gate to escape.

Zang Tian Shen Zi had also escaped, burning his lifespan to activate a heaven-defying secret technique and evade Ye Chen's fatal strike.

Xian Zu Shen Zi had fled as well, using the Xian Zu's Escaping Heaven Divine Ability.

Whether it was Zang Tian Shen Zi, Tian Can, or Xian Zu Shen Zi, they all glared at Ye Chen with gritted teeth before leaving, their eyes blood-red and faces twisted in savagery.

Ye Chen did not pursue them; there were too many enemies, and even he couldn't eliminate them all—some were bound to escape, and he couldn't stop it.

He fixed his gaze on Feng Xian, his killing intent cold and bone-chilling.

Time and again, the bloodbaths had started because of her, and one reincarnated soul after another had died because of her.

"You can't kill me. I'm the princess of the Feng Huang Clan, a descendant of Feng Huang herself. She has shown you kindness."

Feng Xian screamed as she fled, her voice hoarse.

She no longer had the arrogant, mocking demeanor from before; she was like a stray dog on the run.

This ambush had been her scheme, banking on Ye Chen's deep emotions to lure him into a trap set by various divine sons.

At first, their kill plan had succeeded.

They used Ye Chen's old friends to force him to comply, handing over all his divine artifacts. She had thought he was as good as dead.

But she never imagined that their slaughter would push Ye Chen to forcibly unlock his Xue Ji Xian Jie.

From that moment, everything changed. What had been a sure victory was completely reversed.

Nearly ten thousand people were routed and slaughtered single-handedly by Ye Chen.

"Even if Feng Huang herself came, I would still cut you down." Ye Chen roared, his sword splitting open the heavens and earth.

Feng Xian's delicate body was torn apart, sent flying through the air.

Feng Huang blood splattered across the sky, each drop dazzling and radiant.

"You can't kill me. I'm a descendant of Feng Huang, and she has shown you kindness."

Feng Xian staggered backward, facing Ye Chen with eyes full of terror.

"Blood debts must be repaid with blood." Ye Chen went berserk, raising the Zhun Di Jian and slashing at her.

But before his sword could fall, a beam of immortal light shot from the distance, its power devastating everything in its path.

He was pierced on the spot, his sacred body exploding as he was flung backward, crashing through over a dozen massive mountains.

"Young upstart, it's best to show mercy when you can."

With those you you words, a purple-robed elder descended from the heavens, his aura majestic and making the skies tremble.

Upon closer inspection, it was Zhi Yang Dao Ren, at the peak of Da Sheng level, just a step away from reaching Zhun Di grade.

Ye Chen steadied himself, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

His eyes burned red as he stared fiercely at Zhi Yang Dao Ren, filled with rage and sky-piercing killing intent.

Earlier, at the base of Ling Shan in the West Desert, if not for Zhi Yang Dao Ren, he would have already slain Feng Xian.

And now, it was Zhi Yang Dao Ren again, stepping in to save her.

In that instant, his killing intent toward Zhi Yang Dao Ren was no less than toward Feng Xian, driving him to madness.

"Kill me! Come and kill me!"

Feng Xian laughed grotesquely, her laughter wild and unrestrained, hiding behind Zhi Yang Dao Ren like a terrifying evil spirit.

"Kill." Ye Chen bellowed, charging forward with the Zhun Di Jian, his hatred blinding him to the fact that he faced a Da Sheng.

"Obstinate fool." Zhi Yang Dao Ren snorted coldly, looking down from on high as he struck with a palm.

Ye Chen's sacred body exploded again, sending him flying.

Even in his Xue Ji Xian Jie state and wielding a Zhun Di weapon, he was still like an ant before a Da Sheng.

Yet, he steadied himself and charged again, determined to kill Feng Xian right in front of the Da Sheng.

"Overestimating yourself." Zhi Yang Dao Ren thundered like lightning, waving his hand and causing the heavens to crack.

Ye Chen was blasted apart, his blood and bones scattering, losing all human form.

But he was insane, crawling up and charging once more.

The world rumbled as this ant-like figure assaulted again and again, only to be bloodied each time.

The vast universe was stained with sacred blood, each drop glaringly vivid.

"Stop charging." The watching cultivators couldn't bear to look, hoping Ye Chen wouldn't act so foolishly.

That was a Da Sheng level opponent, at the peak of Da Sheng, just a step from becoming a terrifying Zhun Di.

Blindly rushing in would lead to his soul scattering.

But the unyielding Ye Chen had become a deranged madman, intent on slaying Feng Xian and settling the blood debt.

No one knew when the rumbling finally ceased.

This time, the blood-soaked Ye Chen did not rise.

He had been forcibly knocked out of his Xue Ji Xian Jie state, his flesh a mangled mess, no longer resembling a human.

The Fen Ji Zhun Di weapon, covered in fresh blood, was thrust into the ground, its sword light dimming into silence.

Zhi Yang Dao Ren approached slowly, his eyes gleaming as he glanced at the Zhun Di Jian and casually took it.

"Kill, kill, kill." Ye Chen still struggled to his feet, dragging his ruined sacred body, stumbling forward and leaving bloody footprints with every step, his body drenched in blood.

"You're asking for death." Zhi Yang Dao Ren's expression turned icy and authoritative as he raised his hand, sending a divine light straight at him.

The Hun Dun Ding hummed, blocking in front of Ye Chen.

A metallic clash rang out as Zhi Yang Dao Ren's divine light struck the Hun Dun Ding perfectly.

Sparks flew, but the Hun Dun Ding held, though it was sent flying, its immortal light instantly fading to near nothing.

Zhi Yang Dao Ren narrowed his eyes, fixing on the Hun Dun Ding as if recognizing its material.

He extended his hand, suppressing the Hun Dun Ding with a palm, his eyes blazing with greedy fire.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen had collapsed to the sky, the Hun Dun Ding having blocked the strike but leaving him with backlash injuries.

Xian Huo and Tian Lei emerged, transforming into dragons that encircled him and whisked him away toward the distance.

"Senior, he's getting away." Feng Xian pointed frantically.

"He won't escape." Zhi Yang Dao Ren replied coldly, striding through the air in pursuit, eager for the treasures on Ye Chen, as any Da Sheng would be.

The dragon forms of Xian Huo and Tian Lei roared.

They madly drew on Ye Chen's essence for a blood sacrifice, gaining immense speed in hopes of helping him flee to safety.

Zhi Yang Dao Ren chuckled darkly, stroking his beard as he pursued at a leisurely pace, like a stroll in a courtyard.

Feng Xian followed, laughing grotesquely with utter delight.

Xian Zu Shen Zi, Tian Can, and Zang Tian Shen Zi returned, along with their followers, surging like a tide.

With Zhi Yang Dao Ren in command, they feared nothing, baring their white teeth in sinister, terrifying grins.

Onlookers from all sides sighed, whispering that Ye Chen was doomed to die.

Zhi Yang Dao Ren finally struck, sending another divine light toward Ye Chen, locking onto his yuan shen.

Xian Huo and Tian Lei erupted, combining to form a shield.

But what good was it? They couldn't block a Da Sheng's strike.

The shield was pierced, and so was Ye Chen's brow, his yuan shen fire extinguishing on the spot.

The mighty Huang Gu Sheng Ti was slain with a single finger.

His bloodied body fell from the sky, plunging into a great river and drifting away with the waves.

Xian Huo and Tian Lei tried to follow their master but were suppressed by Zhi Yang Dao Ren's wave, sealed into his sleeve.

Only then did he flick his sleeve and ascend to the heavens.

"He's dead, he's dead." Behind him, laughter erupted unrestrained—Xian Zu Shen Zi, Feng Xian, and the others, their faces twisted and manic with excitement.

"Pull him out for me." Feng Xian snarled through gritted teeth. "Refine him into a puppet. I want him to kneel before this princess for eternity."

At her words, her followers eagerly complied, jumping into the river to retrieve Ye Chen.

Strangely, over a hundred people dived in, yet none found him—they came up empty-handed.

"Find him! Keep searching!" Feng Xian raved like a mad dog, her face grotesquely distorted.

"Search! Keep looking for this king!" Xian Zu Shen Zi, Tian Can, and Zang Tian Shen Zi howled, their hair disheveled, fitting the description of rabid dogs.

"What a bunch of scum." The spectators muttered curses. "Even in death, they won't let him rest."