Chapter 1551: Tenfold Battle Power

Chapter 1551: Tenfold Combat Strength

As Ye Chen roared, the heavens and earth also trembled.

His sacred body was bathed in thunder, with bolts of lightning twisting like serpents and merging into his sacred bones and sacred blood.

Even more astonishing was the instant surge in his aura, increasing tenfold. His blood-red hair danced wildly, each strand glittering.

In that moment, the five Zhun Di weapons were forcibly repelled.

Numerous Da Sheng cultivators spat blood and stumbled backward.

Looking at Ye Chen again, he stood upright, his sacred body tall and firm as a mountain, enveloped in golden light, as if cast from divine gold.

He was like a war god from the eight wastelands, his vital energy surging like a blazing sun, so powerful it was blinding and impossible to look at directly.

His eyes were no longer pupils; they were like two Xian Lun, awe-inspiring and terrifying, daring no one to look lest their minds be lost.

The Zhun Di might was revived, spreading in all directions, causing the heavens and earth to collapse.

"What a domineering forbidden technique," the onlookers retreated in large numbers, their eyes filled with horror.

"Tenfold increase in combat strength—is this the forbidden law of the Xian Lun Eye?"

"How is that possible? He's not of the Xian Clan, yet he awakened the Xian Lun Tian Zang." Zhi Yang Dao Ren and the many Da Sheng stared with wide eyes, clearly recognizing it.

"My boundless rage shall be borne by all of you!" Ye Chen roared furiously, his voice like thunder from ancient times, shaking more than one onlooker into a mist of blood.

Seeing this, those who came to spectate retreated en masse, even Da Sheng-level cultivators not daring to get too close.

Ye Chen had fused with the Dacheng sacred bones and activated the Xian Lun Tian Zang, boosting his combat power tenfold. If he struck carelessly, anything could happen.

"Join forces and suppress him!" The only remaining Da Sheng from Zhizun City roared, sacrificing his essence and pouring it into the Zhun Di weapon, pressing it down on Ye Chen, intending to kill him in one blow.

"Kill!" Ye Chen roared, charging forward with overwhelming killing intent. His madness and bloodlust were evident as he punched through the heavens with a single fist.

Immediately, the Zhun Di weapon from Zhizun City shattered.

That remaining Da Sheng from Zhizun City suffered a terrifying backlash, his body exploding, leaving only his Yuan Shen flying wildly.

Ye Chen showed no mercy, slashing with his sword, and that Zhizun City Da Sheng was utterly annihilated on the spot.

The Hun Dun Ding hummed and buzzed, devouring the shattered Zhun Di weapon from Zhizun City, along with the remnants of his Yuan Shen power.

This was fortunate, as its master was only at the Zhun Sheng level, suppressing its own rank. Otherwise, devouring two Zhun Di weapons in succession could have propelled it directly to the Sheng Wang level.

"Attack together!" The remaining Da Sheng urged the four Zhun Di weapons with all their might, each fighting desperately.

Ye Chen neither dodged nor evaded, clashing head-on with his powerful sacred body.

His sacred body was cracked open, golden sacred blood splattering across the heavens.

But in that instant, he soared to the ninth heaven, merging nine Bahuang Fists into one, shattering the Tai Qing Gong Zhun Di weapon with a punch, and crushing the Piao Miao Gong Zhun Di weapon with a flip of his palm.

It didn't end there—the Cang Ling Dian and Yu Hua Shen Chao Zhun Di weapons couldn't escape either. Ye Chen kicked them apart one by one, his dominance utterly explosive.

The void became lively, with figures flying horizontally and blood flowers blooming one after another.

The numerous Da Sheng all suffered backlash, their bodies crumbling and bleeding profusely in the void. Their various colored bloods painted a dazzling scene.

"A mere Zhun Di level is nothing more than this!" Cultivators from all sides swallowed hard, shocked and horrified.

"Tenfold combat strength, coupled with the Dacheng sacred body's sacred bones—even a true Zhun Di might not be his match."

"In the Zhun Sheng realm, this record is unprecedented and unparalleled." Sighs and gasps of amazement filled the air. If they knew Ye Chen had once slain a Da Di, they might all collectively be scared senseless.

"Mercy! Spare us!" The Yuan Shen of the many Da Sheng halted in place but fled desperately, screaming in fear as they ran—they were truly terrified.

"Mercy?" Ye Chen sneered, stepping through space and appearing before the Tai Qing Gong Da Sheng, sweeping his sword horizontally.

The three Da Sheng from Tai Qing Gong were reduced to ashes on the spot.

The scenes that followed were exceedingly bloody. Wherever Ye Chen went, Da Sheng fell, and no one could stop him.

Screams and wails echoed everywhere, all from the mouths of Da Sheng, who were being slaughtered by a single Zhun Sheng.

Ye Chen felt no pity; the immense power, beyond his limits, filled his heart with nothing but killing intent.

It was unclear when the heavens and earth finally grew quiet; in the air, only Ye Chen remained, with everyone else truly wiped out.

Zhi Yang Dao Ren was captured, held in Ye Chen's hand.

"Mercy! Spare me!" Zhi Yang Dao Ren's eyes were full of terror, his body cold and lifeless.

Ye Chen said nothing, carrying him straight toward a certain direction.

Behind them, the sky was filled with blood mist, and the ground was stained red. In an area of just ten thousand zhang, eighteen Da Sheng had been buried.

The spectators stood motionless for a long time, their faces pale.

After three to five seconds, the people on site snapped out of it and tried to follow Ye Chen for more spectacle, but they could no longer catch up.

Helplessly, the crowd dispersed like a tide, each one looking shocked and clicking their tongues in amazement.

"Good thing I didn't rashly intervene earlier." In a distant void, a figure manifested—it was the old fisherman Zhun Di from before, hands clasped behind his back, full of sighs.

Ye Chen's strength far surpassed his own. Even as a Zhun Di, facing nineteen Da Sheng and six Zhun Di weapons, he would have had to temporarily avoid the edge.

But Ye Chen had accomplished it. Based on that alone, Ye Chen was superior. Rash intervention would likely result in his own destruction.

Soon, news of this spread far and wide.

Zhong Zhou was shaken, and Xuan Huang was in an uproar. The feat of eighteen Da Sheng slain by the sacred body refreshed the records from the all-clans manhunt.

The night was pitch black, the wind biting cold, and darkness enveloped Zhong Zhou.

Ye Chen carried Zhi Yang and arrived at a mountain range.

Deep in the mountains lay a hidden barrier, shrouding a secluded family clan. Without Xian Eyes, it would be impossible to see through.

Zhi Yang's face turned ashen, devoid of any color.

Because this secluded family was his own clan, and Ye Chen's purpose here was crystal clear.

Indeed, Ye Chen wasn't here for leisure; he had already swung his sword, slashing toward the barrier.

Empowered by the sacred bones and the Shi Bei, his peak strike directly cleaved the barrier open, revealing the family.

"Who dares?" Angry shouts erupted as more than a dozen figures rushed out from all sides, each without exception at the Sheng Wang level.

But when they saw Ye Chen and the Zhi Yang he held, their expressions changed instantly, faces turning deathly pale.

In that moment, Ye Chen swung his sword—a single, supremely dominant strike that reduced three Sheng Wang-level experts to ashes on the spot.

"It's all my fault alone; they have nothing to do with it!" Zhi Yang roared madly, his voice shaking the heavens.

"Since it's a fight to the death, why leave behind future troubles?" Ye Chen said coldly, setting Zhi Yang down and using a secret technique to bind him in the void.

His words were icy and authoritative, resounding through the nine heavens.

His sword was equally cold; wherever he passed, blood pooled, and lives were extinguished one by one.

Yet, he showed no mercy. Bearing a sea of blood debt, he saw no need to hold back—these would all become future threats.

In that moment, he was like a demon, a heartless fiend lost to reason, driven only by slaughter.

His robes were stained with blood, like a Shura from hell, reaping lives one after another.

What was once a fairy-like realm turned into a bloody nightmare under his slaughter, now a veritable hell of crimson.

"Ye Chen!" Zhi Yang roared, struggling frantically, his eyes bulging with bloodshot veins.

"You must know, your clansmen die because of you."

"Old ancestor, it's all your fault! All your fault!" Roars filled the heavens, from the Zhi Yang family members in their final, hysterical screams.

"Ah!" Zhi Yang bellowed, his body exploding, his eyes bursting as he could no longer bear the blow.

Those were his clansmen, each falling in pools of blood, all dead because of him.

The screams faded, and Ye Chen returned, sword in hand, still dripping with fresh blood, drop by drop.

The entire Zhi Yang family was exterminated, not a single one left alive.

As he had said earlier, he had truly wiped out the nine clans.

Blood stained the mountains red, turning it into a true mountain of corpses and sea of blood—a sight that made hearts tremble.

"Do you feel pain?" Ye Chen stood quietly before Zhi Yang, his blood-colored eyes eerily calm.

"Ah!"

Zhi Yang howled at the sky, then burst into mad laughter.

One could see his aged eyes filled with blood and tears.

He regretted it, regretted his arrogance in repeatedly provoking Ye Chen, leading to this fate and dragging his family into total destruction.

He was a sinner; even in death, he had no face to meet his clansmen or the ancestors of his family.

"They really wiped out the nine clans!" The cultivators drawn by the commotion gathered in numbers, sighing endlessly.

"Heaven has its cycles; no one escapes retribution."

"This is karma, bloody karma." No one pitied them; such a bloodbath was self-inflicted by Zhi Yang. Why provoke Ye Chen of all people?

Ye Chen raised his hand, lifted Zhi Yang again, and vanished into the night, each step leaving a bloody footprint, starkly vivid.

"Feng Xian, it's your turn," In the dark night, these words echoed endlessly. "Even if you flee to the edge of the world, you won't escape the blood tribulation under the Zhu Tian Mountains."