Chapter 1550

Zhi Yang Dao Ren stumbled through the air in panic, grabbing at the last straw as he pleaded desperately, "Senior, save me."

However, the fishing elder, a Zhundi, ignored his pleas entirely, as if he were deaf.

Ye Chen arrived with his sword drawn, his expression cold and indifferent. He glanced at the elder and then struck with a single slash, sending Zhi Yang Dao Ren flying.

"Senior, are you truly going to stand by and watch me die?" Zhi Yang roared.

But instead of a response from the elder, he was met with another strike from Ye Chen. His entire body was hurled through the air, crashing through over a dozen mountains before landing, his form utterly destroyed.

Ye Chen soared across the sky, continuing his relentless pursuit, his killing intent as cold as ice.

The onlookers followed, and as they passed the elder, they couldn't help but bow in respect, their faces filled with awe.

"Is it true that even a Zhundi-level expert won't intervene?" the onlookers exclaimed in astonishment. "Is Ye Chen really that terrifying?"

"Damn, this is awkward." Only after everyone had left did the Zhundi elder mutter to himself, rubbing his brow in frustration.

He wasn't afraid of Ye Chen; he feared Tian Xu.

Even the Dasheng could see that Ye Chen bore the Sheng Gu of Chen Zhan. As a Zhundi, how could he miss such a secret?

Tian Xu had saved Ye Chen and given him Chen Zhan's Sheng Gu, which said it all. Provoking Ye Chen was one thing, but offending the forbidden zone could lead to unimaginable consequences.

"Save me!" Zhi Yang's screams echoed through the heavens.

Yet, no one paid any attention to his cries for help.

With three Dasheng already fallen and even a Zhundi unwilling to get involved, who would dare step in? Only someone seeking death.

Still, Zhi Yang Dao Ren, who was just a step away from Zhundi level, was incredibly fast, fleeing at an astonishing speed.

Ye Chen chased him relentlessly, striking with his sword at every turn, but he couldn't quite catch him.

Sensing that delays could lead to complications, Ye Chen went all out, burning his Jing Yuan to boost his speed dramatically. He closed in and swung his sword.

Zhi Yang Dao Ren's back was slashed open, his spine exposed as he was sent hurtling over eight hundred zhang, nearly cleaved in two.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Zhi Yang Dao Ren's eyes were wild with madness as he sacrificed his origins, his combat power surging in an instant.

He summoned his life-bound artifact, a bronze furnace.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, channeling the power of the Sheng Gu into his Zhundi sword. With a strike like the Chopping Immortal River, he shattered the bronze furnace in a flash.

Pfft!

Zhi Yang Dao Ren vomited blood from the backlash and was flung backward.

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood." Ye Chen closed in, his Zhundi sword humming as he delivered a merciless slash, intent on sending Zhi Yang to the underworld.

But at that very moment, a divine light suddenly manifested from afar, striking the Zhundi sword with perfect accuracy.

Ye Chen was forced to stagger back, his gaze locking onto the distance.

From the east, three figures approached together—figures he recognized: the three Dasheng from Tian Fa Sheng Di.

Above their heads hovered a treasure seal, a genuine Zhundi weapon, which had just repelled Ye Chen.

The heavens rumbled as the scene unfolded—not just the three from Tian Fa Sheng Di.

From the west, clouds churned as three more shadows advanced: the three elders from Cang Ling Dian, their aura overwhelming, with a divine mirror suspended above them, a true Zhundi weapon.

From the south, the void buzzed as three figures strode through the sky: the three elders from Yu Hua Shen Chao, all Dasheng level, with a black spear overhead exuding Zhundi might.

From the north, the firmament trembled as three elders drove a war chariot forward: the three great ancestors of Zhi Zun Cheng, with a divine pearl above them, a Zhundi-level artifact that dimmed the very heavens.

From the southeast, killing intent surged as three more elders arrived: the three ancestors of Tai Qing Gong, bearing a Zhundi weapon—a killing sword wreathed in Zhundi-level laws.

From the southwest, immortal seas roiled as the three great ancestors of Piao Miao Gong swooped in, all Dasheng level, with a Zhundi-level treasure vase overhead, a fearsome artifact renowned for its malice.

"Is this all coordinated?" the onlookers paled. "Even the Dasheng are coming in groups."

"Tai Qing Gong, Zhi Zun Cheng, Piao Miao Gong, Cang Ling Dian, Yu Hua Shen Chao, Tian Fa Sheng Di, plus Zhi Yang Dao Ren— that's a full nineteen Dasheng!" someone cried out in shock.

"And six Zhundi weapons, each one a deadly instrument."

"With this lineup, even a Zhundi would feel dread!"

"Ye Chen is done for this time. He's only borrowing power, and every bit he uses is gone forever. He can't hold out."

"Good, very good." In the vast sky, Zhi Yang Dao Ren's unbridled laughter rang out, his eyes manic and full of confidence. He hadn't expected such powerful reinforcements.

Nineteen Dasheng and six Zhundi artifacts—what a formidable force. Even a Zhundi would think twice.

"Eighteen Dasheng, it seems you all think highly of me." Ye Chen scanned the heavens coldly as the many Dasheng positioned themselves in the void, surrounding him in the center.

"Old grudges will be settled today." The Dasheng snorted in unison, their auras merging into one, shaking the heavens and freezing the very air.

"How long can you sustain that borrowed Sheng Gu power?" A Dasheng from Tian Fa Sheng Di sneered, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Then come on." Ye Chen roared, charging forward.

"Overconfident fool." The nineteen Dasheng snorted coldly and moved as one, forming seals, casting spells, or swinging swords—all unleashing devastating killing techniques.

"Kill!" Zhi Yang Dao Ren joined in, shaking out his sleeves to reveal a tattered array diagram radiating divine light.

Ye Chen's Zhundi sword erupted with power, slashing the Tian Fa Dasheng until blood and bones flew, then flipping his hand to smash down like a sky-covering palm, sending the second Tian Fa Dasheng vomiting blood as he retreated.

For the third Dasheng, Ye Chen unleashed the Bahuang Fist with all nine paths united, amplified by the Sheng Gu, obliterating half his body. The mighty Dasheng was defeated in an instant.

In return, Ye Chen suffered heavy wounds: a finger from the Tai Qing Dasheng pierced his chest, and a sword from the Zhi Zun Dasheng struck his back.

The Piao Miao Gong Dasheng was the most ruthless, wielding a Zhundi weapon to sever one of Ye Chen's arms, holy blood spraying across the sky.

"Die!" Zhi Yang Dao Ren activated the tattered array diagram, unleashing rays of annihilating divine light that pierced through the misty void.

Ye Chen met it head-on, his sword decapitating Zhi Yang in one stroke.

Zhi Yang retreated, his Yuan Shen damaged, hastily reforming his head with a ferocious, ghost-like expression.

"Seal him for me." A Dasheng from Tian Fa Sheng Di charged with towering killing intent, an ancient array forming in his palm as he tried to trap Ye Chen from above.

Ye Chen said nothing, summoning the chaos phenomenon. Chaos Dao principles danced wildly, breaking the array's seal and soaring into the nine heavens.

The Tian Fa Dasheng fell to his knees, his brow pierced by Ye Chen's sword, his Yuan Shen extinguished as he plummeted from the sky.

"You deserve to die!" The remaining two Dasheng from Tian Fa Sheng Di roared, driving their Zhundi artifact toward him.

"You brought this on yourselves." Ye Chen swung his Fen Ji sword, forcing back the Tian Fa Zhundi artifact. With a single sweep, he sent the two Dasheng flying.

Both were gravely injured, their fresh blood staining the stars.

Ye Chen ignored the surrounding attacks, focusing on them, knowing to strike while they were weak.

The two Tian Fa Dasheng froze in place, their expressions changing as Ye Chen bore down. They quickly formed hand seals.

But Ye Chen was faster. One sword extinguished the first in a gust of wind, and with ten thousand swords united, he slain the other Dasheng.

The sight of the fresh blood made the onlookers' hearts race.

Three Dasheng, wiped out in mere moments. Of the original nineteen, only sixteen remained.

Even the Tian Fa Sheng Di's Zhundi artifact seal wasn't spared—it was crushed under Ye Chen's foot.

In the past, the Dacheng Sheng Ti had faced Dao Emperor weapons bare-handed. Though Ye Chen was but a fraction of that legacy, he was still overwhelmingly dominant, shattering the Zhundi weapon with his foot alone.

Fragments of the Zhundi seal rained down like light.

The Chaos Ding seized the opportunity, swallowing them whole, leaving the onlookers stunned at its initiative.

Amid the cries of amazement, Ye Chen was drenched in blood in the sky, struck repeatedly by Zhundi weapons, his powerful Sheng Ti cracking open.

"Exterminate him." The three Dasheng from Zhi Zun Cheng closed in, each with a sword, nearly cleaving Ye Chen on the spot.

Ye Chen roared, his Qi and blood igniting as he endured his spine being severed. He split one Zhi Zun Dasheng with his sword and palm-struck the second into oblivion.

The third Zhi Zun Cheng Dasheng, wielding a Zhundi weapon, retreated just in time, his face twisted in rage like a malevolent ghost.

"Battle!" Ye Chen's shout shook the heavens, his entire body engulfed in flames, golden Qi and blood surging like a tidal wave.

He fought like a war god, his will unbreakable, drawing out the full potential of the Sheng Gu. Every drop of blood and every bone exuded Zhundi might, utterly dominant.

"Suppress him for me." The Dasheng from Yu Hua Shen Chao ascended to the nine heavens, activating their Zhundi weapon and pressing down from above.

"Get lost!" Ye Chen bellowed, charging against the sky. With nine paths of Bahuang united, he shattered the Yu Hua Zhundi weapon, sending that Dasheng vomiting blood as he flew back.

Though he won that clash, the Tai Qing Gong Zhundi weapon cleaved his Sheng Ti open, shattering his Sheng Gu and spraying blood.

The Cang Ling Dian Zhundi weapon's divine light swept in, grinding half his skull away and severely damaging his Yuan Shen.

Ye Chen rose into the sky, rampaging through the nine heavens. His wounds healed rapidly amid surging Qi and blood, his Sheng Ti forged like golden metal.

His prowess shocked all, as he withstood a palm from the Piao Miao Gong Dasheng and turned to tear the attacker apart.

"Sacrifice the array and seal him." Three Dasheng worked together, setting up a formation with ninety-nine ancient war banners.

It was an ancient array, with countless runes flowing and ninety-nine links, wielding powers of sealing and extermination.

Ye Chen was trapped on the spot, his Qi and blood eroded significantly.

"Open for me!" Ye Chen roared, slashing an opening with his sword and bursting out like a flood dragon.

But as soon as he escaped, he saw five Zhundi weapons hovering overhead, all buzzing as they descended together.

Ye Chen spat blood, his Sheng Gu fracturing as the pressure bent his legs, as if he were bearing an eight-thousand-zhang mountain.

"Open!" He roared, his golden Qi and blood roiling, forcibly resisting the five Zhundi weapons' suppression.

"Suppress!" The surrounding Dasheng bellowed, enhancing their secret arts and frenziedly driving the Zhundi weapons.

The weapons, just lifted, crashed down again, pinning Ye Chen in place.

His healing Sheng Ti cracked once more, blood seeping from the fissures, each drop vivid and piercing.

"It's over, truly over. Five Zhundi weapons combined— even with the Dacheng Sheng Gu, he'll fall." The onlookers gasped, their hearts pounding.

"It's not that Ye Chen is weak; it's just that his attackers are too numerous and powerful." The elder cultivators sighed.

"If it were one-on-one, no one below Zhundi could match him."

"Die! Die!" Zhi Yang Dao Ren and the others grinned savagely, their eyes bloodthirsty, as they drove the five Zhundi weapons, forcing Ye Chen to his knees.

"Power... give me power." Ye Chen gritted his teeth, holding firm, his eyes blood-red, veins bulging on his forehead, his inner roar echoing madly.

He needed power, more power, to break the suppression of the five united Zhundi weapons.

Suddenly, his right eye's Xian Lun began to spin.

Then, a mysterious and ancient force awakened, its origin unknown but its strength undeniable.

"Very good." Ye Chen laughed wildly, his blood-soaked hair flying, as if he knew what his left eye's Xian Lun had awakened. He sacrificed his Shou Yuan on the spot, triggering the domineering forbidden technique.

"Xian Lun Tian Zang, activate."