Chapter 1653: Beat You Until You Believe

The two stood in the void, facing each other from a distance, stirring up the heavens and earth.

Spectators from all directions paused, those entering the city stopped in their tracks, and the ghosts, both great and small, within the city sensed the tension and gathered in groups of three or five to come out and watch.

When they caught sight of Fei Long Ming Jiang, everyone showed expressions of surprise. As a general under Yan Luo's command, which one of them was not renowned throughout the underworld?

"That must be Fei Long Ming Jiang, truly commanding the heavens."

Many people had sharp eyes, recognizing Fei Long Ming Jiang's identity right away.

Among them were plenty of women, their eyes rippling with admiration as they gazed.

At only three hundred years old, he had already become a saint and been appointed as a general—such figures were rare throughout the entire underworld.

Someone like Fei Long Ming Jiang was the ideal man in the eyes of women, the perfect hero—after all, women love heroes.

"And the one facing him, what's his background?" After looking at Fei Long Ming Jiang, the spectators turned their gaze to Ye Chen.

"A quasi-saint? Has he lost his mind? Daring to challenge Fei Long Ming Jiang—is there anyone so overconfident?"

Discussions erupted everywhere, filled with awe for Fei Long Ming Jiang.

But for Ye Chen, there was mostly pointing and gossiping.

"You've got quite the reputation, old brother!" On one side of the crowd, Zhao Yun leaned against a stone pillar and sighed with emotion.

"Of course." Qin Meng Yao chuckled and hooked her arm through Zhao Yun's. "After we get married, you better not bully me, or with my brother's temper, you'll be in for it."

"After this fight, your brother will probably behave for a long time." Zhao Yun replied meaningfully, then casually pushed away Qin Meng Yao's hand. "We're not that familiar."

"First time's awkward, second time's easy!" Qin Meng Yao laughed playfully, not caring whether Zhao Yun agreed, and dragged him along. "Let them fight their fight; we'll go find a spot to get to know each other better."

"I won't take advantage of you; I'll make sure you lose convincingly." As soon as Qin Meng Yao and Zhao Yun left, Fei Long Ming Jiang spoke up, his words calm and his gaze steady as he looked down on Ye Chen.

With that, he pointed a finger to his forehead, sealing his saint-level cultivation down to quasi-saint, and his aura dropped significantly as a result.

This action drew admiration from all around. "Now that's the demeanor of a great general. He admits no equal at the same level—true boldness."

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, amused by Fei Long Ming Jiang and fighting back a laugh.

What misplaced confidence! Even at saint level, he wouldn't be enough for me to handle, and now you're lowering your rank to fight? Are all the generals in the underworld this arrogant?

"Quasi-saint against quasi-saint—that should be fair." Fei Long Ming Jiang said indifferently, his eyes full of contempt, never once looking at Ye Chen properly.

"Suit yourself." Ye Chen shrugged and gestured casually. "Whether quasi-saint or saint level, it makes no difference."

"Arrogant." Fei Long Ming Jiang snorted coldly, stepping forward to shatter the void, and struck out with a palm that contained the workings of the universe in its center.

"I've got the capital to be arrogant." Ye Chen smirked playfully, advancing instead of retreating, throwing a punch that shattered the eight wastelands and pierced through the dim heavens.

Fist met palm, and in an instant, thunderous explosions erupted.

The expected scene of Ye Chen being crushed by the palm didn't happen—in fact, it was the complete opposite, leaving everyone stunned.

In their direct clash, Ye Chen stood firm like an unyielding monument.

Fei Long Ming Jiang, on the other hand, was sent stumbling back more than ten paces before steadying himself, his palm bones shattered.

The spectators were all shocked, their expressions full of astonishment. Defeated in one move?

The most shocked was Fei Long Ming Jiang himself, his sharp eyes narrowing as he stared intently at Ye Chen. "You're the Huang Gu Sheng Ti."

"I never said I wasn't." Ye Chen replied with a leisurely smile.

"Sacred body? He's the Huang Gu Sheng Ti?" Exclamations spread through the crowd.

"So, he shares the same bloodline as the emperor?"

"No wonder his vital energy is so overwhelming, and no wonder he dares to challenge Fei Long Ming Jiang. A dominant bloodline brings dominant confidence."

"This is getting interesting. Fei Long Ming Jiang has formidable combat power, and the sacred body is incredibly dominant too—this battle will be worth watching."

"Will the emperor punish Fei Long Ming Jiang if he finds out?"

"The emperor is far above such things; he wouldn't get involved in juniors' fights."

"Good, very good." Amid the discussions, Fei Long Ming Jiang laughed, his eyes blazing with excitement, his expression thrilled.

He had long heard that the sacred body was unbeatable at the same level, but as someone who considered himself powerful, he had never believed it. He wanted to fight a sacred body to shatter the myth.

Unfortunately, the underworld had only one sacred body—the emperor—and he didn't dare challenge him. Now, with another sacred body appearing, he could finally fulfill his long-held wish. How could he not be excited?

"I have to see if the Huang Gu Sheng Ti is truly unbeatable at the same level." Fei Long Ming Jiang roared, his aura surging even stronger.

A divine mark appeared on his forehead, making his already powerful vital energy even more overwhelming, with strands of it carrying thunder.

"Come on." With his full power unleashed, Fei Long Ming Jiang thrust out a palm, summoning nine divine dragons that roared toward Ye Chen.

"You're far from it." Ye Chen murmured, manifesting a golden hand that wiped out six of the divine dragons, reducing them to ashes.

The remaining three dragons coiled around, their mouths wide open as they spewed thunder.

Ye Chen didn't dodge, block, or defend; he let the thunder strike him.

He had endured the emperor's divine punishment before—who would fear mere thunder?

The so-called divine dragons' thunder was nothing more than a tickle.

Not one to play around, Ye Chen struck back seriously: he smacked one dragon with a palm, shattered another with a fist, and stomped the third underfoot.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and the nine divine dragons were destroyed.

"Fei Long Finger." Fei Long Ming Jiang charged forward, his finger glowing with divine light that pierced through the vast sky, its power unmatched and devastating.

Ye Chen was relentless, using his sacred body to meet it head-on. He combined nine Bahuang Fists into one, blasting half of Fei Long Ming Jiang's body apart with a single punch.

Fei Long Ming Jiang let out a miserable cry and retreated again, his bloodied bones scattering across the void, each piece stark and gruesome.

The onlookers watched in horror, their hearts racing. Did it have to be this bloody?

Fei Long Ming Jiang managed to stop his retreat, his exploded body regenerating rapidly as the fresh blood flowed back into him.

Now furious, he made the divine light on his forehead flare, summoning a treasure seal that depicted a dragon shape, like a jade imperial seal.

It was a genuine Saint King artifact, with strands of divine energy cascading down, sometimes transforming into dragon forms as heavy as mountains.

"Suppress him!" Fei Long Ming Jiang shouted fiercely, fully activating his life-bound weapon as it descended from the sky, collapsing swaths of the void.

"Can it suppress me?" Ye Chen snorted coldly, soaring upward like a primordial beast sweeping through the eight wastelands.

Though the sacred artifact seal was powerful, it couldn't withstand his world-shaking attack.

With just one punch—one punch was all it took—the seal exploded, shocking everyone with the sheer strength of his physical body.

The destruction of his life-bound weapon backfired on Fei Long Ming Jiang, sending him staggering backward.

Before he could steady himself, Ye Chen was already upon him, attacking without a word.

What followed was hard to watch: Ye Chen pressed forward relentlessly, while Fei Long Ming Jiang retreated and fell to his knees repeatedly.

Blood splattered across the sky, turning the dim heavens red.

The scene was utter chaos, completely unrestrained.

A general under the Chu Jiang King, fighting at the same level, was being utterly dominated by a quasi-saint, unable to lift his head.

Perhaps no one understood Fei Long Ming Jiang's mindset at that moment.

He possessed many secret techniques, but none could be used.

More accurately, he had no time to use them—Ye Chen's attacks came too fast, not even giving him a chance to catch his breath.

In his eyes, there was nothing but Ye Chen's golden fists, one more ferocious than the last, until he lost all sense of direction.

Compared to him, Ye Chen was like a beast.

He closed in on Fei Long Ming Jiang and unleashed a barrage of punches.

Like a war god, Ye Chen fought bare-handed, without weapons, secret arts, or divine abilities—just his golden fists, overwhelmingly fierce.

The spectators' mouths twitched as they swallowed hard.

Was that really a quasi-saint? They'd never seen one so ferocious.

Fei Long Ming Jiang was a general with some fame in the underworld, yet he was being beaten so badly he couldn't even breathe.

Under the shocked gazes of all, Fei Long Ming Jiang plummeted from the sky, smashing the ground and sending blood flying.

"I don't believe it." This guy was tough; he shot back up, his eyes blood-red and veins bulging on his forehead.

"Then I'll beat you until you do." Ye Chen descended from the heavens and swatted Fei Long Ming Jiang back down with a palm.

Hey, the dashing Fei Long Ming Jiang met the ground again.

This time, he wanted to get up but couldn't.

Or rather, Ye Chen didn't let him. He pinned him down right there.

Then, this guy mounted him, grabbing his collar with one hand and clenching the other into a fist that cracked with tension.

"You don't believe? I'll make you believe." Ye Chen went all out, his anger seemingly immense, punching while scolding.

The ground cracked open; each punch made it tremble, turning the flat surface into a massive crater.

He didn't know where this rage came from, but just seeing Fei Long Ming Jiang's face made his hands itch inexplicably.

My wife is off-limits to you. If anyone's going to flirt, it's me—and only me. Who do you think you are?

The more Ye Chen thought about it, the angrier he got, and the harder his punches landed.

The banging sounds continued one after another, without pause.

The spectators fell silent, only hearing the thunderous booms from the crater, each one making their hearts skip a beat. They couldn't bear to watch, and just listening hurt.

Sometime later, the booms finally stopped, and the world grew quiet.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ye Chen climbed out of the crater, a storage bag in hand—it was Fei Long Ming Jiang's.

This guy was relaxed, in a good mood even, humming a tune and twirling the storage bag as he strolled toward the ghost city.

The battle was over, but he hadn't killed Fei Long Ming Jiang.

He could have, to avoid future trouble.

The key was Fei Long Ming Jiang's special status—he was Qin Meng Yao's brother and might even be Zhao Yun's brother-in-law.

So, out of goodwill, he left him alive—not for Qin Meng Yao's sake, but for Zhao Yun's.

After Ye Chen left, the crowd of spectators surrounded the crater, where Fei Long Ming Jiang lay.

When they peered in, everyone's corners twitched collectively.

Fei Long Ming Jiang was in a pitiful state, barely recognizable as human, his once-intact body reduced to a mangled mess.

"I've never seen Fei Long Ming Jiang get beaten this badly before."

"That Ye Chen is something else—they said it was a spar, but this was basically trying to kill him, and he even stole his treasures."

"Proves the Huang Gu Sheng Ti's unbeatable reputation at the same level isn't a joke. Don't pick a fight with him if you know what's good for you."