Chapter 1585: One-on-One Against Four Clans

"Kill him." The armies of the four clans surged forward, roaring in unison as divine powers, secret arts, magic weapons, and array formations rained down from the heavens.

"Kill." Ye Chen swung his great halberd, delivering a strike of absolute dominance.

The strong experts from the four clans who had just lunged at him fell in droves, their bodies exploding and their yuan shen shattering, slain head-on.

"You insolent fool, why don't you surrender?" A Shen Zu Saint King charged in on a war chariot, thrusting a battle spear toward Ye Chen.

"Get lost." Ye Chen wielded his halberd like a staff, smashing the ancient war chariot to pieces. The Shen Zu Saint King on it was sent flying; before he could stop, Ye Chen stomped down, crushing him into a bloody pulp underfoot.

At the same time, a Mo Zu Saint King descended from the sky, activating a pitch-black magic seal that pressed down from above.

It was a terrifying Great Saint weapon, exuding a aura of barbaric wilderness, engraved with ancient runes, and as heavy as a massive mountain range.

Ye Chen roared furiously, neither dodging nor defending, using his Saint Body to withstand it directly. With a single halberd strike, he shattered the magic seal.

The Mo Zu Saint King suffered backlash, his demonic body exploding as he staggered backward, each step collapsing a section of the void.

Ye Chen charged straight ahead, his halberd sweeping through the heavens, cleaving everything in its path.

Two Saint King-level experts from the Yao Zu and Feng Huang Zu joined forces, activating a divine mirror that unleashed beams of annihilating divine light.

Ye Chen's aura overshadowed the eight directions as his golden divine sea, carrying chaotic phenomena, surged forth, engulfing the divine light and devouring the two Saint Kings.

In mere moments, the four Saint King-level experts from the four clans were slain one after another, leaving the onlookers trembling in shock at such overwhelming dominance.

"Feng Xian, come and face your death." Ye Chen roared as he advanced, wildly swinging his halberd in broad, sweeping strokes, his momentum unmatched.

"Activate the killing arrays and blast him to pieces." Feng Xian's face twisted in malice as she retreated, pointing her sword remotely at Ye Chen.

She was afraid now, terrified of this madman Ye Chen. This turn of events made him too difficult to kill, capable of achieving the impossible.

The Void Heaven Killing Arrays hummed to life, one after another awakening with divine might, targeting Ye Chen and firing beams of annihilating divine radiance.

The vast sky became fragile, riddled with wounds from the onslaught; the arrays were incredibly powerful, their force devastating and unstoppable.

Yet Ye Chen showed no fear, striding through the Tai Xu as he rampaged through the nine heavens. His combat power was supreme, his speed even more so, like a streak of golden light that outpaced the arrays.

Blood splattered everywhere as the four clans' armies suffered from their own formations, which obliterated swaths of their ranks in a gruesome scene.

The Great Saints of the four clans snorted coldly, each leading their troops across the sky on war chariots, stirring up clouds and thunder with an earth-shaking momentum—over a hundred of them, an utterly grand spectacle.

"Anyone who blocks me dies." Ye Chen thundered, striding forward and swinging his halberd, splitting a Great Saint in half with one blow.

"Is this the power of a Zhun Di?" The cultivators from all sides were horrified.

"A Great Saint, slain in a single exchange!" Even the veteran cultivators were stunned, their aged bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"The might of the Sheng Ti lineage is as formidable as ever." In the Tian Xu, Tian Zhu Di Mie watched with a sigh of admiration and astonishment.

"Let us out!" The five million cultivators of the Tian Ting roared in fury, their voices like thunder, shaking the Tian Xu.

The emperor of Da Chu charged alone in isolation, while they could only watch helplessly, driving everyone mad with frustration.

Tian Zhu Di Mie remained unmoved, merely waving his hand lightly.

The invisible barrier trembled slightly; no one emerged, but rays of immortal light flew out—it was the Hun Dun Ding, Ye Chen's natal weapon.

The divine cauldron buzzed as it cleared a bloody path, hovering above Ye Chen's head.

In its master's final battle, the natal weapon had gone berserk.

This ancient and unadorned cauldron manifested killing intent, with Dun Jia Tian Zi symbols appearing and arranging themselves, weaving into the sounds of the Great Dao. Numerous ancient phenomena materialized, safeguarding Ye Chen's Saint Body.

Strands of Hun Dun qi also poured out from the great cauldron, each as heavy as a mountain, merging with the golden divine sea to crush the heavens and earth.

"Anyone who blocks me dies." Ye Chen expanded his Hun Dun world once more, spreading it across the skies and grinding swaths of figures into blood mist.

A Great Saint-level expert lunged at him, unleashing secret arts and deadly techniques to eradicate Ye Chen and send him to the underworld.

The Hun Dun Ding protected its master, smashing that divine radiance in one strike.

Ye Chen instantly closed in, reaching out with a golden hand and ripping off the Great Saint's head on the spot, his yuan shen also perishing in oblivion.

"We underestimated him." The Shen Zu ancestor spoke coldly, about to activate an emperor weapon to destroy him, but was stopped by the other three.

"I want to see just how much strength he has left." The Yao Zu ancestor snorted coldly, his face twisted in sinister malice.

"He's only borrowing the Sheng Ti's power; no need to use an emperor weapon." The Feng Huang Zu ancestor chuckled darkly. "Just watch."

"Kill!" As they spoke, Ye Chen tore another Great Saint apart and charged straight for Feng Xian, the Hun Dun Ding suspended above his head and the Hun Dun sea under his feet, his aura dominating all in his path.

"Stop him! Stop him!" Feng Xian shrieked.

Though still far away and protected by four emperor weapons, she retreated repeatedly, her heart filled with dread and turmoil.

The strong experts of the four clans surged like tides and waves.

Ye Chen carved his way through, bathed in holy light and fresh blood.

He fought like a madman, every drop of his sacred blood burning, every inch of his Saint Body erupting with vital energy.

This was his final charge, his last battle; even in death, he could not disgrace the glory of his forebears.

Gazing down at the vast cosmos, in that dark expanse, he stood clad in golden battle armor, dazzling and radiant.

The crowds engulfed him time and again, only to be broken through each time; figures pounced on him in waves, only to be cut down in waves.

Over ten million cultivators from the four clans could not halt his advance, scattered and routed by him alone.

Blood stained this realm, with severed limbs, broken weapons, and fragments of tools falling everywhere, turning to dust in history.

Behind him lay mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Great Saints falling one by one in the void, Saint Kings rushing to the underworld.

"Just how strong is the Sheng Ti? Over ten million cultivators, yet none can block his path." Shocks of astonishment echoed endlessly.

"A bloodline on par with emperors is a myth in itself."

"The fame of the Huang Gu Sheng Ti is forged through battle." The old veterans gasped deeply, their blood boiling at the sight.

Amid the tide of discussions, the rumbling sounds drowned everything out.

The four clans' cultivators ceased their attacks, clustering together in a massive group.

Their eyes were filled with fear as they stared at Ye Chen, even their hands gripping their swords trembling uncontrollably.

In the world, only the pounding sounds remained.

Listening closely, it was the sound of footsteps.

Perhaps because the person's body was so heavy, like a mountain, each step made the ground thunder.

It was Ye Chen, the holy lord of the Tian Ting, the emperor of Da Chu.

Amid swirling yellow sand and howling bloody winds, he advanced step by step, his blood-stained halberd in hand, his bloodied hair flying, the Da Chu war banner on his back fluttering fiercely.

His killing intent was overwhelming, like a war god conquering myriad realms or a demon god devouring the heavens.

On this blood-soaked ground, strewn with broken swords and spears, he stood like a brilliant, dazzling sun.

In contrast, the over ten million cultivators of the four clans were all retreating.

Ye Chen took one step forward, and they retreated one step, all terrified by the slaughter, none daring to charge again.

What a scene, what a display of might.

Over ten million cultivators, yet cowed into retreating en masse by one man.

The four directions were shaken; this moment would be etched into records, sung by the world as an eternal legend.

The eyes of the Tian Ting cultivators grew moist, the blurred silhouette behind them so majestic, yet so desolate.

"Kill! Kill him for me!" The brief silence was shattered by Feng Xian's command, ordering the four clans to attack.

But her orders fell on deaf ears; no one obeyed.

"Kill! Kill for me!" The ancestors of the four clans spoke, their voices like thunder, stern and icy, shaking the heavens.

Yet, even their supreme commands were ignored.

Over ten million cultivators, from Great Saints to Huang Jing experts, had all lost their nerve, their hearts shadowed by that war god, their minds on the brink of collapse from the fear.

"Damned fools." The Yao Zu ancestor raged, soaring into the sky.

"Kill!" The Mo Zu ancestor, Shen Zu ancestor, and Feng Huang Zu ancestor also moved, crossing the void to attack together.

"Scum." Ye Chen swung his halberd and charged skyward in defiance.