Chapter 1599: Battle Between Zhuxian and Xuanyuan

The hand seals froze in place, and the hollow eyes of Wu Xing Huang and Qiankun Zhu flickered with a dim light as their rigid necks twisted.

Though the Emperor's Path connected to the underworld, Ruoxi had not granted them emotions; essentially, they were just two killing machines.

Even so, these two great gods exuded an extraordinary pressure, at the peak of Quasi-Emperor level, on par with the Sword God.

They stepped out of the stone coffins together, their feet landing with a thud that shook the alternate space. The bizarre and fantastical world grew dim with their unsealing, as streaks of underworld thunder tore through the air.

In Ruoxi's hand, the Zhu Xian Jian materialized, bathed in multicolored immortal light, making her aura even stronger than that of Qiankun Zhu and Wu Xing Huang.

"This means three against three, right?" Tian Lao and Di Lao also twisted their necks, their Quasi-Emperor pressure instantly filling the alternate space.

"Kid, be careful. The Zhu Xian Jian isn't something to mess around with." Di Lao turned his head and glanced at Ye Chen.

"No fear of battle." Ye Chen replied calmly, and in his hand, an immortal sword also appeared—ancient and unadorned, embodying great subtlety.

This sword was etched with ancient Emperor patterns, its Emperor might reviving and resonating with Ye Chen's bloodline, weaving a terrifying power.

Indeed, the sword Ye Chen held was the Xuanyuan Jian.

Earlier, when he had reversed aging, Chu Huang had hidden the Xuanyuan Jian inside his body, a fact known only to Tianxuan Men.

The purpose was to protect Ye Chen, as he was a variable with immense significance, and they couldn't afford any oversights.

Precisely because he carried the Emperor sword, Tian Lao and Di Lao felt no pressure.

In fact, Ye Chen and the Xuanyuan Jian proved to be a perfect pair; together, they had slain an Emperor three hundred years ago.

This time, the Emperor might of the Xuanyuan Jian boosted his combat power.

As a result, even with only Heaven Realm cultivation, his aura surpassed that of Tian Lao and Di Lao, rivaling Ruoxi's Zhu Xian Jian.

"Xuanyuan." The Zhu Xian Jian trembled, its voice cold and piercing, as if it held a grudge against the Xuanyuan Jian, with multicolored sword energy spilling out.

"Zhuxian." The Xuanyuan Jian responded in kind, its killing intent as an Emperor fully revealed, clearly indicating a deep-seated enmity between the two swords.

"Let's go." Tian Lao and Di Lao snorted coldly and charged out together.

Tian Lao faced Qiankun Zhu, and Di Lao faced Wu Xing Huang, launching god-slaying techniques and unleashing world-shaking divine abilities with their hands.

Qiankun Zhu and Wu Xing Huang's bodies shuddered violently; one gripped a battle halberd, the other held a divine sword, their ancient god auras soaring to the heavens.

The great battle erupted instantly, two against two, all at Quasi-Emperor level.

The scene was magnificent, with forces of annihilation and destruction dancing together, ripping apart the alternate space—any Great Saint entering would perish.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth; our grievances end today." Ye Chen wielded the Emperor sword and charged straight at Ruoxi and the Zhu Xian Jian.

Ruoxi ascended in a single step, swinging her sword to unleash a multicolored immortal river.

Ye Chen pressed forward powerfully, against the heavens, borrowing the might of the Emperor sword and fusing a thousand secret techniques into one strike, capable of destroying heaven and earth.

The Zhu Xian Jian and Xuanyuan Jian clashed, sparking brilliant flames, with layers of Emperor Path ripples spreading in all directions, making the alternate space hum.

The two shot straight into the nine heavens, engaging in array formations and combat, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to shatter.

On one side, Ruoxi stood on the Zhu Xian Array, backed by grand visions, every sword strike capable of cleaving the great heavens and earth.

Behind her, a illusory figure appeared—a woman whose face was indistinguishable, yet she exuded peerless elegance, overlooking all living beings.

This was the sword spirit of the Zhu Xian Jian, manifesting through Ruoxi.

On the other side, Ye Chen stood on the Array of All Heavens, with the vast universe hanging above his head and the Chaos Realm at his back, where numerous visions intertwined—stars extinguishing, the blazing sun collapsing and perishing, as if the world was being created anew.

Behind him, an illusory figure also emerged—a towering form, as firm as a mountain, looking down on the world and shaking the eight directions.

This was the Dao of Xuanyuan Emperor, condensed into human form, known as the Dao Manifestation.

Both appeared as two or three years old, similar in height, and even the weapons they held were among the top in the heavens.

The Zhu Xian Jian had severed Emperor weapons and been stained with Emperor blood.

The Xuanyuan Jian was the Emperor weapon of the strongest Great Emperor, also dyed with Emperor blood.

These two supreme divine weapons were evenly matched in power and exploits, clashing repeatedly without either gaining the upper hand.

However, their battle brought disaster to Tian Lao and Di Lao, as the extreme Emperor might was difficult for even Quasi-Emperors to withstand.

Qiankun Zhu and Wu Xing Huang suffered the same fate.

Originally bodies connected to the underworld, lacking emotions like puppets, their combat power was not at its peak, and their divine forms cracked open repeatedly.

"This won't work. The Zhu Xian Jian is too strange." Di Lao flipped Wu Xing Huang with a palm and looked at Tian Lao. "We need to find a way to break this alternate space. A group fight is the real path."

"I'm searching for the source; it will take time." Tian Lao replied, leaping into the sky to dodge Qiankun Zhu's halberd, then countering with a finger that pierced a bloody hole in Qiankun Zhu's chest.

"If only we'd asked the goddess for an Emperor weapon too." Di Lao sighed.

"It's our underestimation of the Zhu Xian Jian; it actually pulled in two great gods from the underworld." Tian Lao shook his head and intensified his attacks.

This was fortunate because Qiankun Zhu and Wu Xing Huang were not at their peak; otherwise, with their power, he and Di Lao would be no match.

Great gods from ancient times were formidable characters, each comparable to the Sword God of the heavens, incredibly fierce.

In the void above, blood was spilling—some golden, some multicolored—attacking each other as they fell.

Ye Chen was injured, his two- or three-year-old sacred body cracking repeatedly despite the protection of the Xuanyuan Jian, with sacred blood spraying out.

The Zhu Xian Jian was too strange; it could sever Emperor weapons and ignore their defenses, making wounds from it extremely hard to heal.

However, Ye Chen was no pushover; he fought fiercely.

Ruoxi and the Zhu Xian Jian were also wounded; though it ignored Emperor weapons, it still feared them, causing the multicolored immortal light to dim and flicker erratically.

It had miscalculated severely. The Zhu Xian Jian had visited Mount Heng multiple times, knowing only that Ye Chen had two Quasi-Emperors protecting him, unaware that he carried an Emperor weapon inside—specifically, the Xuanyuan Emperor's weapon.

What should have been a sure victory turned into an evenly matched fight.

This was an alternate space within Da Chu's territory. Once the space shattered, it would face not just over a hundred Quasi-Emperors, but also eight supreme Emperor weapons in an outright gang-up.

"Blood debts paid in blood." Ye Chen's words rang out firmly and icily, his sacred blood and Emperor might intertwining as he attacked relentlessly.

Every time he thought of Chu Xuan, Ye Xingchen, Chen Zhan, and the Empress in the Emperor Jue realm, he couldn't suppress his raging fury.

The Zhu Xian Jian, the sword of the heavens, was stained with their blood.

"With you?" Ruoxi and the Zhu Xian Jian scoffed coldly, swinging a sword that gathered destructive might, aiming to shatter the Emperor Path defenses in one strike.

However, just before the sword fell, a hint of struggle flashed in Ruoxi's wooden eyes, subconsciously resisting the control of the Zhu Xian Jian, causing the strike to hesitate slightly.

Ye Chen perfectly captured this subtle change.

Ruoxi's subconscious resistance to the Zhu Xian Jian proved they were not on the same side; they were enemies.

With that moment of hesitation from the Zhu Xian Jian, its flaws were exposed, and Ye Chen seized the opportunity, delivering an unmatched strike that sent Ruoxi and the Zhu Xian Jian flying.

"Found it." Tian Lao roared, pointing to a section of the void and parting the layers of mist to lock onto the alternate space's source.

"Ye Chen, break the alternate space." Di Lao shouted.

Before the words even settled, Ye Chen swung his sword, shattering the locked source with a dominant strike.

For this, Ye Chen paid a price, struck by the Zhu Xian Jian; without the Xuanyuan Jian's protection, he might have been cleaved in two.

But with the source destroyed, the alternate space collapsed instantly.

The mist dissipated, and everyone returned to the vast sea, the two sides standing in groups of three, their powerful auras churning the sea into massive waves.

Qiankun Zhu and Wu Xing Huang looked expressionless, devoid of emotion.

Ruoxi and the Zhu Xian Jian, however, furrowed her brow slightly; with the alternate space broken, what followed would be troublesome.

"Now it's not three against three anymore." Di Lao laughed, revealing his old yellow teeth, chuckling happily.

"I love group battles the most; it's lively." Tian Lao said with a smile.

"Don't underestimate this land." Ye Chen said coldly.

"How dare you come to Da Chu; quite bold!" A ethereal voice echoed, coming from the nine heavens of the void, cold and authoritative.

Donghuang Tai Xin arrived, along with Da Chu's Nine Emperors, the Sword God, the Wine Sword Immortal, Dan Zun, and the Quasi-Emperors of Tianxuan Men.

Over a hundred Quasi-Emperors blocked the four directions of the heavens, with eight Emperor weapons hovering in the air, their supreme Emperor might blooming and sealing off the universe.

Ye Chen bore their marks; his sudden disappearance alerted Tianxuan Men, and with the alternate space broken, the opportunity arose, bringing them here instantly.

Their earlier decision was correct; without the Emperor weapon in Ye Chen's body, the three of them would likely be dead, unable to withstand the Zhu Xian Jian.

"The Emperor's Path connects to the underworld, even summoning Qiankun Zhu and Wu Xing Huang. What great ambition." Donghuang Tai Xin snorted coldly, seemingly recognizing the two ancient gods summoned by the Zhu Xian Jian.

"You've truly underestimated us." Ruoxi and the Zhu Xian Jian said indifferently, her expression aloof, her eyes still lacking emotion.