Chapter 1586: Doomsday War God

The great battle erupted once more, with thunderous roars shaking the heavens and earth.

On one side stood the four clan ancestors, true Zhun Di, each bearing the legacy of their lineage and commanding immense power across their domains.

On the other side was the Huanggu Shengti, essentially an ordinary mortal who had borrowed the prestige of his predecessors, yet now exuded an aura that dominated the eight wastelands.

The fight was brutal; every clash sent blood raining down.

The crimson sky shattered in vast swathes, with omens of extinction appearing everywhere—stars were obliterated, and even the blazing sun lost its light.

Everyone looked up, including the spectators, the four clans' armies, the Tian Ting cultivators, and Tian Zhu and Di Mie.

One man facing four Zhun Di—it was an epic spectacle.

The vast expanse of the sky was shrouded in demonic aura and seas of blood, with fresh blood falling like radiant rain and immortal light gleaming like the end of days.

The four Zhun Di appeared grotesque as demons, bathing in the saint's blood as they repeatedly shattered Ye Chen's Huanggu Shengti body.

Ye Chen was overwhelmingly aggressive, attacking without defending and killing without guarding.

In turn, he bathed in the fresh blood of the four Zhun Di, fighting like a god of war and a madman, launching assaults at any cost.

His battle intent was invincible, fully manifesting the emperor's murderous aura.

The four Zhun Di paled, unsure where Ye Chen's murderous aura originated—it was something only gained from battling emperors.

Ye Chen's realm of warfare far exceeded their expectations; his supreme attacks were devastating and unstoppable.

This was fortunate to occur in the myriad realms of Zhutian; if it were in Da Chu, the four might not even withstand a single strike from him.

Having fought emperors and slain a great emperor, that was the ultimate glory and enlightenment. He had touched the peak of the Dao, and even at the Zhun Di level, they struggled to comprehend its mysteries.

He no longer felt pain; his lifespan was nearly at its end. In this final battle, he had seen through everything and was determined to fall in glory.

His state of mind transformed once more, adding a mysterious force to his attacks. With one punch, he nearly obliterated a Zhun Di.

"What kind of monster is he?" the four Zhun Di gritted their teeth, their faces twisting into hideous, terrifying expressions.

Ye Chen's unyielding vitality drove them to madness; even with their four-against-one formation, they were beaten so miserably.

"How is this possible?" The cultivators of the four clans widened their eyes, their pupils contracting in disbelief.

Those were Zhun Di—four of them—yet they couldn't defeat Ye Chen alone and were instead thrashed severely.

"The Shengti's record must be unmatched throughout history." Shocked voices echoed from all sides, making hearts race with fear.

"A peerless hero." Many female cultivators gazed with rippling eyes, seeing him as the perfect match for their ideal hero.

"Fighting four and still gaining the upper hand—the fame of the Huanggu Shengti is no exaggeration," the fishing old man sighed.

"Ye Chen, even in death, must you bear it all alone?" The fifty million Tian Ting cultivators watched with tears streaming down their faces.

"Looking at him, I can't help but recall a defiant silhouette," Tian Zhu said, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

"The God of War Xing Tian," Di Mie replied with a laugh tinged with weariness, as if remembering ancient events, his old eyes somewhat dazed.

"Both are gods of war, yet both are gods of war at the end of days," Tian Zhu sighed, slowly withdrawing his gaze.

No sooner had he spoken than a blood-soaked figure plummeted from the sky, crashing into the bloody earth and forming a deep crater.

Following that, three more figures fell in succession, their fresh blood splattering the heavens and causing the ground to tremble and crack inch by inch.

In the four-against-one battle, the four Zhun Di were utterly defeated.

Ye Chen was also gravely wounded; his powerful Shengti body was nearly ruined, covered in countless scars with gleaming bones exposed and stained with saint's blood. Every bloody gash was horrifying.

The bloodstained great halberd and divine cauldron hummed, both infused with overwhelming murderous aura, as frenzied as he was.

"Feng Xian, give me your life!" Ye Chen roared like thunder, gripping his war halberd and dragging his blood-drenched body toward Feng Xian, intent on slaying this enemy before his death.

"Stop him! Everyone, stop him!" Feng Xian shrieked, retreating for what felt like the umpteenth time.

The three clans fell back, but only the Feng Huang clan great saints charged forward, dozens of them, each with a deadly weapon hovering above their heads.

"Anyone who blocks me dies." Ye Chen arrived and slapped the leading great saint to oblivion, not even allowing a scream.

The other great saints burned their essence, desperately activating their weapons.

The divine cauldron trembled and expanded to the size of a mountain, standing tall between heaven and earth as it barreled forward, smashing the great saints' weapons into pieces across the sky.

Ye Chen plunged into the enemy ranks, his attacks unrefined; he swung his war halberd, and with each strike, great saints fell in sprays of blood.

He carved a bloody path straight to the sky where Feng Xian was, annihilating anyone in his way.

"Ancestor, save me!" Feng Xian screamed in terror, calling for the Feng Huang ancestor.

"Blood debts repaid in blood." Ye Chen raised his bloodstained halberd.

It was a dominating strike, fused with hundreds of secret techniques, powerful enough to split the heavens—it was his peak attack.

As the halberd fell, the hundred years of grudges between him and Feng Xian would finally end, turning to dust.

That patch of sky exploded, transforming into chaotic void.

However, before the halberd could fully descend, a beam of extinguishing immortal light shot in from the side, carrying destructive power that pierced through the sky.

It was the immortal light from a Di Qi; the Feng Huang clan ancestor had activated the Feng Huang Mirror, a weapon of world-ending destruction.

Thud!

Saint's blood sprayed instantly as Ye Chen's Shengti body was pierced, sending him plummeting from the sky and causing the ground to rumble.

The Chaos Cauldron buzzed but couldn't block the Di Qi; its divine light was extinguished, and the bloodstained halberd flew off, embedding itself diagonally in the earth.

"Suppress him for me." The previously defeated Mo clan ancestor ascended to the sky and wielded the Mo clan's Di Qi, the Mo Tian Pearl, with imperial Dao laws swirling as it pressed down on Ye Chen.

"Die!" The Yao clan ancestor snarled ferociously, his voice like thunder, reviving the Yao clan's Di Qi, the Zhen Tian Hu, unleashing its imperial might to shatter the heavens and earth as it covered Ye Chen.

"Exterminate!" The Shen clan ancestor roared, pouring rolling power into their Di Qi, the Tian Shen Sword, awakening its imperial aura.

Ye Chen had just risen when the three Di Qi forced him to stagger, his powerful saint bones snapping one after another.

Unyielding, he sacrificed his Shengti origin with blood, forcing himself upright as his surging vital energy roiled like a tempest.

"Kill!" With a roar from his soul, he charged into the sky, punching the Tian Shen Sword away, slapping the Zhen Tian Hu aside with a palm, and kicking the Mo Tian Pearl high into the heavens.

This scene was utterly lawless; cultivators from all directions were stunned into stone.

Those were Di Qi—four supreme imperial weapons!

Forged from unparalleled divine iron and infused with an emperor's Dao, no one below emperor level dared to clash with them directly.

Yet Ye Chen had done it, confronting the imperial weapons bare-handed.

The three sections of sky boomed, crushed by the flying Di Qi, even dimming their imperial light.

Still, another Di Qi hummed—the Feng Huang clan's Feng Huang Mirror—firing another beam of immortal light that pierced Ye Chen for the second time.

Ye Chen fell from the void again, his saint's blood scattering across the sky.

This time, his form changed; the saint mark on his forehead slowly faded, strands of his bloodstained black hair turned snow white, and his golden eyes lost their light.

Deathly energy surged, extinguishing the immortal glow of his Shengti body. He aged rapidly, his cultivator aura dissipated, reverting him to a mortal.

"Catch him alive! I want him alive!" With Ye Chen's power gone, Feng Xian barked like a mad dog, devoid of any princess-like demeanor.

"Catch him alive! Get him alive for me!" The four clan ancestors howled, their hair disheveled like demons.

Today, the four clans had lost all face because of Ye Chen.

Even as he neared death, they wouldn't let him go; they planned to nail him to a pillar and torture him a thousand times over to vent their hatred.

The four clans' armies surrounded him from all sides, approaching cautiously, for they feared Ye Chen too much.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the aged Ye Chen struggled to his feet, swaying unsteadily. His old eyes were murky and blurred, devoid of any light or focus.

The final battle of his fleeting life was drawing to a close.

Amid the howling winds, he teetered on the brink of collapse, raising the war flag of Da Chu high with his remaining hand.

Yellow sand swirled, and the flag fluttered fiercely. He stood like an ancient monument, resolute until the end of his life.

In that instant, the world fell into utter silence.

Everyone gazed at Ye Chen—his time had come.

"Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, I miss you." Ye Chen's lips trembled, his words hoarse and inaudible, filled with weariness and age. His sightless eyes seemed to see those two graceful figures.

"Old Seven!" Kui Niu and the others roared, desperate to rush over, but they were firmly restrained by the fishing old man, unable to move.

Ah!

Tian Zhu and Di Mie sighed, turning away, unable to bear the sight.

Ah!

The Tian Ting cultivators bellowed, their vision blurred by bloody tears as they madly assaulted the heavenly barrier.

Ah!

Sighs of regret echoed through the heavens and earth, all laced with sorrow.

A god of war at the end of days had reached the end of his life, destined to become dust in the annals of history.

What he left for the world were legends hailed as myths, passed down through generations.

Boom!

In the midst of the profound silence, a tremendous rumble suddenly resounded.

The sound was so immense it shook the myriad realms of Zhutian.

An aura known as Da Chu spread infinitely across the heavens.