Chapter 1614: Beating Down

The great battle erupted with thunderous roars echoing through the heavens and earth, causing the vast sky and ground to tremble in unison.

Ye Chen and Chu Xuan Er faced off against Yin Mo Jun and Yang Mo Jun in a two-on-two formation, fighting with intense fury that shattered the heavens and split the earth apart.

That section of the sky had descended into chaos, with stars being destroyed, the scorching sun collapsing into oblivion, and day and night inverting in a cycle of apocalyptic destruction.

"They're truly Tian Mo," said Wu Ya, who had withdrawn to Dong Ling Gu Yuan and activated the Huan Tian Shui Mu to observe the monumental battle.

"Quasi-Emperor level," muttered Zhong Li in Xi Ling You Gu, his expression turning extremely grim as the killing sword in his hand began to hum ominously.

"Will this lead to another catastrophe like the one over three hundred years ago?" asked Niu Shisan and Wu San Pao in Nan Yan Da Ze.

"Endless blood debts," echoed from Bei Zhen Cang Yuan, where Hao Tian Xuan Zhen stood atop the mountain peak, his eyes bloodshot.

"Where are Ye Chen and Chu Xuan Er? What about the nine emperors of Da Chu?"

"And the Jian Shen, Kun Lun Shen Nu, and Tian Xuan Men Quasi-Emperor?"

"Don't worry. Since they've come, they won't escape death."

Across the land, discussions surged like ocean waves. Whether in southern or northern Chu, all eyes were fixed on the central expanse, with anger burning in their gazes.

Under the watchful eyes of the masses, the four combatants plummeted one after another.

Ye Chen and Chu Xuan Er stood together, their clothes stained with blood.

Opposite them, Yin Mo Jun and Yang Mo Jun stood side by side, but they fared no better—disheveled hair, demonic bodies drenched in blood, their forms utterly wretched.

"Why not stay obediently in Tian Mo Yu and instead come to our Zhutian, thinking Da Chu has no one to stand against you?" Ye Chen said coldly.

"Insignificant humans dare to speak of our Tian Mo Da Yu?" Yang Mo Jun sneered, his teeth gleaming white with a sinister light.

"There's something you two might not know," Ye Chen said, cracking his neck forcefully. "The people of Da Chu have quite the temper. We're fierce by nature, so if you come here, don't try to act tough."

"Die!" Yin Mo Jun roared in fury and lunged at Ye Chen, his palm manifesting a deadly technique aimed at crushing him.

However, the moment he entered the void where Ye Chen was, before he could strike, a golden hand suddenly materialized and delivered a solid Heaven-Shaking Palm Strike.

Smack! The sound was sharp and resounding. Yin Mo Jun was sent spinning horizontally through the void, flipping end over end more than a dozen times before stopping.

Looking at the attacker, he wore golden armor, his figure tall and imposing, with jet-black hair billowing in the wind. His Quasi-Emperor aura dominated fiercely, shaking the four seas and overshadowing the eight directions. It was none other than Zhan Wang.

Almost simultaneously, the other eight emperors of Da Chu arrived.

Dong Huang Tai Xin, Jian Shen, Jiu Jian Xian, and Dan Zun were also there.

Counting them, there were no fewer than twenty Quasi-Emperors present.

Yin Mo Jun and Yang Mo Jun grew uneasy, huddling together and retreating involuntarily. These Quasi-Emperors were no ordinary foes.

Two against twenty—the outcome was clear: they were about to be overwhelmed.

"You two demon lords certainly have quite the interest," Dong Huang Tai Xin said with a cold smile. "Do you really enjoy our Zhutian realm that much?"

Yin Mo Jun and Yang Mo Jun said nothing, their faces grave as they continued to back away.

"Over three hundred years ago, in that great war against the demons, we didn't make it in time. Today, we won't miss it," Yan Huang declared, his words resonating through the nine heavens.

With that, the nine emperors stepped forward, standing in a straight line.

In the ancient battle against the demons, the cultivators of Da Chu had fought nearly to extinction. As emperors of Da Chu, they regretted not fighting alongside their people. How could they let this opportunity pass today?

"Retreat!" Yin Mo Jun and Yang Mo Jun shouted coldly, turning to flee. Facing this lineup, staying would be foolish—they'd only be beaten.

"Stay!" Chu Huang said calmly, swinging his sword to sever the fabric of space.

Yin Mo Jun and Yang Mo Jun's escape route was blocked, forcing them back.

The nine emperors wasted no words. They advanced in a single step and launched their assault, unleashing world-shaking divine abilities that drained the color from the heavens and earth.

Yin Mo Jun and Yang Mo Jun roared in anger, their demonic aura swallowing the sky as they resisted with all their might.

However, their desperate struggle proved futile.

Each of the Da Chu emperors was no ordinary Quasi-Emperor. Even in one-on-one combat, the demon lords might not prevail, let alone facing nine at once. Nine against two was absolute domination.

Thunderous booms erupted again, with lightning rampaging and the heavens trembling.

Yin Mo Jun and Yang Mo Jun were in a pitiful state, their demonic bodies exploded repeatedly.

From the moment the nine emperors attacked, the two had been on the defensive, never lifting their heads. Any counterattacks they attempted were swallowed by the emperors' onslaughts.

Of the more than twenty Quasi-Emperors present, over half merely observed, as the nine emperors of Da Chu were more than sufficient.

"Good! Impressive!" Cheers erupted from all corners of Da Chu.

With the Huan Tian Shui Mu displaying the battle, the sight of the nine emperors overwhelmingly defeating the two demon lords was exhilarating.

The people of Da Chu are fierce and not to be trifled with.

Your great emperor has already been destroyed, yet you two demon lords think you can come and act tough? Do you really believe the gates of Da Chu's Zhutian are for show?

"This is our Da Chu's nine emperors—truly dominating," Ye Chen said, while casually wrapping his arm around Chu Xuan Er's waist and giving it a cheeky squeeze.

Chu Xuan Er remained silent and swatted his hand away with a slap.

After wandering together for so long, how could she not know what Ye Chen was scheming? He was always trying to get his way.

"I'm also an emperor, the tenth one," Ye Chen said as if nothing had happened, wrapping his arm around her again.

Chu Xuan Er still didn't speak and pushed his hand away once more.

"You're basically the tenth empress. Let's find some time to make it official," Ye Chen continued, his hands wandering restlessly.

"Women should be obedient and not so fiery-tempered."

"I'll forge an iron bed later—extra sturdy."

"I've even thought of names for our kids. They'll be absolutely fierce."

The guy was a nonstop talker, chattering away without pause, not even pausing for breath.

And with every sentence, his hands would coordinate perfectly—grabbing Chu Xuan Er's hand here, wrapping around her waist there.

In response, Chu Xuan Er had only one move: whatever hand came, she'd slap it right back. He could talk all he wanted; she just ignored him.

"Since we're idle anyway, how about we give him a good beating?" Di Lao said thoughtfully, stroking his beard.

"I think that's a solid idea," Tian Lao added with a serious nod.

"It's over," Dan Zun remarked casually.

Hearing this, the two turned their attention and looked up at the void.

In the sky above, two blood-soaked figures plummeted.

It was Yin Mo Jun and Yang Mo Jun. Their demonic light had completely faded, exposing bloodied bones and a terrifying, inhuman form.

The ground cracked from the impact of their bodies.

The nine emperors descended as well, with Chu Huang at the center and the other eight positioned at the four cardinal directions, trapping the two demon lords in that stretch of heaven and earth.

"Good, very good," the two demon lords said, staggering to their feet with bloodthirsty eyes, their smiles twisted and grotesque.

"Those who offend Da Chu will be pursued and slain, no matter how far," Chu Huang said flatly, swinging his sword down, his voice like ancient thunder.

"Insignificant humans," Yin Mo Jun and Yang Mo Jun laughed again, a cunning glint at the corners of their mouths, their eyes flashing with sinister light.

In an instant, an ancient demonic mark etched itself on their foreheads, spreading across their entire bodies like veins and meridians, infused with destructive power.

Also in that instant, their demonic bodies exploded—not from Chu Huang's strike, but as if self-destructing.

A wave of demonic energy rippled outward, its power immense.

The Quasi-Emperors all summoned protective divine light to shield themselves.

Ye Chen, however, stepped forward and positioned himself in front of Chu Xuan Er, like a shield, blocking the residual blast for her.

Chu Xuan Er smiled softly. His back looked as handsome as in her dreams, instilling a sense of security against any storm in the world.

With Yin Mo Jun and Yang Mo Jun obliterated, their demonic blood stained the heavens and sprinkled the earth. Three hundred years late, they still could not escape their doomed fate.

"It's done," Di Lao said, stretching lazily. "Time to head home."

Yet, no one responded, and no one moved.

The twenty Quasi-Emperors, including Ye Chen and Chu Xuan Er, stood like statues, their eyes narrowed and fixed intently on that patch of heaven and earth.

More precisely, on the scattered drops of demonic blood.

Each drop of blood was wriggling, transforming into tiny runes that merged into the sky and ground as they fell.

Di Lao noticed the anomaly too—this scene was strangely eerie.

"With my blood, I summon the demon spirits. I call forth the Tian Mo soldiers and generals, the Tian Mo lords, the Tian Mo great emperor... to return to the mortal realm."

Suddenly, a earth-shattering roar echoed through the heavens.

It was the bellow of Yin Mo Jun and Yang Mo Jun, its source unknown, but it enveloped all of Da Chu.