Chapter 1547: Ten Thousand Slaughter

"Kill! Activate the killing formations and obliterate him," Zang Tian Shen Zi, Feng Xian, and Ji Mie Shen Ti shouted, all raising their swords to point at Ye Chen.

Immediately, the void in all directions trembled. Hundreds of killing formations and dozens of Xu Tian Jue Sha formations filled the vast sky.

Divine might surged forth as the hundreds of killing formations unleashed beams of divine light.

That was not all. Nearly one hundred thousand cultivators launched their attacks—some with magical artifacts, some with divine abilities, some with palm strikes, some with fist shadows, some with sword beams, covering the entire sky.

Ye Chen was instantly engulfed, and that section of the void collapsed.

"Die! Just die!" Feng Xian and the others laughed with grotesque expressions, acting without restraint, their cruelty and bloodlust bordering on the perverse.

"Hundreds of killing formations and nearly one hundred thousand cultivators attacking together—even a great saint would be wounded. Ye Chen is surely doomed," people from all sides exclaimed in shock, the scale of this battle truly overwhelming.

Yet, as the surging mists dispersed, that figure still stood there, firm as a mountain, unyielding.

What a joke— was the sacred bone of a Da Cheng Sheng Ti just for show?

It dared to clash directly with an ultimate emperor weapon; even without its former glory, such attacks could not destroy it.

The cultivators around changed color, their eyes filled with utter disbelief.

"How is this possible?" Feng Xian and their group also paled, instinctively retreating, feeling a tremor in their souls.

"You all shall accompany them in death," Ye Chen's voice echoed ethereally, laced with majesty and coldness, resounding through the vast heavens.

With that, he slightly raised his hand and swept a palm across the void.

A terrifying scene unfolded: everywhere his palm passed turned to ash. Whether quasi-saints or saints, they instantly vaporized into blood mist, their bodies and primordial spirits extinguished together.

It was an apocalyptic palm, wiping out an entire section of the void.

Fresh blood stained the heavens and earth, a gruesome sight everywhere.

"How can he be so overpowering? Is Ye Chen at the great saint level?" The onlookers' voices trembled, their faces turning pale.

"That's at least ten thousand people wiped out!"

"In just a few days, has the Sheng Ti unlocked some invincible cheat?"

"Run!" Ji Mie Shen Ti roared, trying to escape.

However, as soon as he lifted his foot, before he could use the Fei Lei Shen Jue, the void in all directions was sealed.

"Can you escape?" Ye Chen appeared like a ghost, his cold words ringing out, immortal light swirling at his fingertips.

Ji Mie Shen Ti's eyes bulged, fear crossing his face for the first time. As the Ji Mie Shen Ti, his Fei Lei Shen Jue was unparalleled in history, yet he had no chance to flee.

Ye Chen said nothing, simply pointing a finger that crippled his cultivation and abilities.

Ji Mie Shen Ti screamed in agony, his roars hysterical.

This sight made people from all sides gasp in cold air.

The Ji Mie Shen Ti, unmatched in assassination and evasion, elusive as a shadow, was captured so effortlessly.

A god of slaughter, a nightmare of his generation, suppressed by Ye Chen in such a casual manner—it felt unreal to everyone.

"Zang Tian Shen Zi, it's all Feng Xian's fault—she manipulated me!" Amid the chaos, a terrified roar came from another direction.

It was Zang Tian Shen Zi, attempting to flee via a teleportation platform, but Ye Chen had disrupted the space, cutting off his escape route.

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood," Ye Chen said indifferently, raising a palm that covered the sky and slammed down, devastating everything in its path.

"I'll fight you to the end!" Zang Tian Shen Zi was wild with madness, his brow glowing with divine light as beams of immortal radiance shot out.

Each beam was a terrifying artifact—divine mirrors, treasure seals, bronze furnaces, killing swords—thousands in total, like brilliant stars suspended in the high sky.

He had truly gone mad, sacrificing his lifespan and bloodline essence to unleash these artifacts fully, defying the heavens to strike at Ye Chen.

However, his struggles were futile. Though numerous, his artifacts were mere decorations, unable to withstand Ye Chen's palm.

One by one, the treasures shattered under his palm, with crisp sounds as fragments flew everywhere, raining down like light before turning to ash.

Blood flowers bloomed as Zang Tian Shen Zi's divine body exploded, his physical form crushed by Ye Chen's palm, his primordial spirit sealed.

He did not kill Zang Tian Shen Zi, only imprisoning his primordial spirit.

As always, he intended to make these people kneel at the foot of the Zhu Tian Mountain, using their blood to honor the fallen spirits.

After capturing Zang Tian Shen Zi, a sea of demonic blood and slaughter essence formed beneath Ye Chen's feet, roiling turbulently and engulfing the heavens and earth.

Screams erupted everywhere, more piercing than the wails of hellish ghosts.

Nearly one hundred thousand cultivators were swallowed up, one group after another.

As the demonic sea surged onward, the ten thousand cultivators were completely slaughtered, leaving the heavens and earth suddenly vast and empty, with blood rain falling.

Ye Chen ascended into the sky, fixing his gaze on the last one.

It was Feng Xian, dragging her blood-soaked body as she stumbled in retreat, each attempt to activate a formation platform thwarted by Ye Chen.

"Ancestor, save me! Ancestor, save me!" She screamed frantically, like a stray dog, devoid of her former lofty demeanor or any trace of princess-like grace.

The ambush on Ye Chen had failed again, and this time, the defeat was even more devastating.

The ten thousand cultivators were like mere props, unable to stop his slaughter. He was truly a god of killing, powerful enough to terrify all.

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood." Ye Chen stepped across the void, his terrifying killing intent turning the entire heavens into sheets of ice.

Yet, a sudden twist occurred—a domineering sword beam slashed from the distance, forcing him back.

"Zhi Yang Dao Ren!" The surrounding cultivators cried out in surprise.

Indeed, it was Zhi Yang Dao Ren, striding through the ethereal void with a blood-red divine sword in hand—the Quasi-Emperor sword Fen Ji.

He was just a step away from becoming a Quasi-Emperor, and with the Quasi-Emperor sword in his grasp, his pressure was even greater. Each step he took made the vast sky quake, compelling people to kneel.

He remained as superior as ever, his aged eyes deep and profound, surveying all directions like a reigning sovereign.

Seeing Zhi Yang Dao Ren, Feng Xian clung to him like a lifeline, rushing over and hiding behind him.

"What exactly is the relationship between Zhi Yang and Feng Xian?" The surrounding cultivators wondered. "This is the third time he's saved her."

"Their relationship must be unusual," someone pondered. "Otherwise, why would Feng Xian be rescued by him every time she's in trouble?"

"If I calculate it, those two must have a thing going on," the old charlatans stroked their beards, each with a knowing look.

"What shocks me is that Ye Chen can withstand one of Zhi Yang's swords and survive," a remark that made everyone's eyes flicker with deep meaning and doubt.

A peak great saint wielding a Quasi-Emperor sword, a strike that could cleave the heavens and earth, yet it failed to kill a quasi-saint like Ye Chen.

This alone spoke volumes.

"Can you see any clues?" In a corner of the crowd, a young man in plain robes appeared, his eyes like stars and his black hair like a waterfall—it was Zhong Huang.

He had arrived, and at his side was a Buddha figure, undoubtedly Xi Zun from the Western Desert.

"Within his body lies a hidden Quasi-Emperor aura," Xi Zun's Buddha eyes flashed, his words laden with implication.

"There's also the aura of the Tian Xu Forbidden Zone," Zhong Huang frowned. "What exactly has he been through these days?"

"He's likely been saved by the forbidden zone and fused with the sacred bone of a Da Cheng Sheng Ti," Xi Zun mused. "That latent Quasi-Emperor aura comes from the sacred bone's own might."

"From this perspective, the destruction of many clans in Central State and the capture of various divine children were probably all Ye Chen's doing," Zhong Huang murmured softly. "To withstand a strike from Zhi Yang unscathed, the bone of a Da Cheng Sheng Ti is indeed overwhelmingly dominant."

In a section of the void, Ye Chen had steadied himself, a bloody gash on his chest from which sacred blood seeped, starkly visible.

But in an instant, the flowing sacred blood reversed back, and the fearsome wound healed in the blink of an eye.

He had not expected Zhi Yang to appear again, and with a Quasi-Emperor sword no less. Without the sacred bone's protection, he would have been obliterated.

However, with the Da Cheng Sheng Ti's sacred bone shielding him, and now that Zhi Yang had come, he would settle all old and new grudges together.

As Tian Zhu Di Mie had said, after fusing with the Da Cheng Sheng Ti's sacred bone, he could rampage freely below the Quasi-Emperor level.

Though Zhi Yang Dao Ren was just a hairsbreadth from Quasi-Emperor, he had not yet taken that step, so he was far outmatched.

"Kill me then! Come on, kill me!" Feng Xian began taunting again, baring her white teeth as she hid beside Zhi Yang, laughing without restraint, grating on everyone's nerves.

"You wicked one, why don't you submit to judgment?" Zhi Yang Dao Ren snapped coldly, though shock lingered in his heart. How could his Quasi-Emperor weapon's strike leave Ye Chen unharmed?

His aged eyes gleamed with icy light. Ye Chen was too enigmatic; if given enough time, he would become an eternal colossus and must not be allowed to live.

"Heaven's path you refuse to walk, hell's gate you charge through," Ye Chen laughed, cracking his neck forcefully.

"Today, I will wipe out your entire clan." His dark eyes erupted with chilling light, full of savagery and bloodlust, his majestic and icy words echoing through the nine heavens.