Chapter 1656

In the deep mountains, Ye Chen awoke. As his eyes opened, two divine lights shot out, piercing two holes in the mountain wall before him.

Indeed, a gaze could kill; those beams of divine light could easily destroy a couple of minor spirits.

Ye Chen exhaled a breath of stale air and examined his Archaic Sacred Body internally.

What met his eyes was a vast expanse of gold, with sacred bones forged like molten gold, etched with runes — truly a body of steel and iron.

What intrigued him most was the mysterious and ancient power flowing within him.

That power felt familiar, reminiscent of when he unlocked his bloodline limits, strikingly similar.

"Interesting," Ye Chen murmured, raising his hand to slash across his chest, creating a bloody gash.

Strangely, before any sacred blood could spill out, the wound healed instantly, with a terrifyingly rapid recovery.

"This is the true Dominating Body state — utterly overbearing."

Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh, his eyes gleaming brightly as he clenched his fists tightly, causing the space between his fingers to crack and shatter under the strain.

His physical body was so powerful that even space couldn't withstand it.

The surging power within him was like a vast ocean, giving him full confidence that he could punch a saint to death with one blow.

"Excellent." With a long roar, he soared into the sky and punched toward the void, blasting a hole in the heavens.

"Ye Chen, get out here!" Just as Ye Chen was reveling in excitement, a thunderous roar echoed, amplified by cultivation power.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, dispelled his Dominating Body, and looked toward Gui Cheng.

The roar had come from there — someone was looking for trouble.

Ye Chen laughed again, baring his teeth as he cracked his neck and strode through the air toward Gui Cheng.

Where there's a fight, there's loot to claim — he loved this kind of work.

Outside Gui Cheng, the scene was indeed chaotic, with thick dark clouds like a smothering black curtain blanketing the sky, plunging the world into darkness.

Eight figures stood there in a row.

They were all Mingjiang-level experts, clad in armor, exuding an imposing aura, with exceptional bloodlines and surging vital energy rampaging through the air.

These eight were no ordinary foes — they were Mingjiang under Chujiang Wang's command.

Among the ten Yama halls of the underworld, Chujiang Wang ruled the second hall, and these eight, along with Feilong Mingjiang, were known as the nine great Mingjiang of the second hall.

Not every Mingjiang had the fortune to serve directly under a Yama.

But those chosen by a Yama and taken into their service were invariably talents with one-in-a-million gifts.

These eight, plus Feilong Mingjiang, were highly fortunate and honored, nurtured by the Yama and revered by all sides.

With the eight great Mingjiang arriving together, the people in the city were stirred, emerging in groups of three or five through the gates.

Upon seeing the newcomers, the onlookers couldn't help but shiver — the eight exuded a connected momentum, their combined pressure overwhelmingly fierce.

"What's the deal with these eight?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"The Mingjiang of the second hall, serving under Chujiang Wang," another replied.

"From left to right: Tianhe Mingjiang, Diyue Mingjiang, Qiankun Mingjiang, Yinyang Mingjiang, Chiyan Mingjiang, Jiaohai Mingjiang, Zui'e Mingjiang, and Fenglei Mingjiang."

"They're rarely seen all at once, but today, eight have shown up."

"This time, Ye Chen's in trouble — one against eight, and he's definitely getting beaten."

"Who can blame him?" someone else muttered, rubbing their hands. "He just beat Feilong Mingjiang earlier — if I were them, I'd go after him too."

"Ye Chen, get out here!"

Amid the discussions, Chiyan Mingjiang roared in fury, his eyes blazing with red flames.

The other seven Mingjiang wore equally frosty expressions.

What kind of figure was Chujiang Wang? One of the ten Yama of the underworld. For one of his Mingjiang to be crippled was unacceptable.

With Chujiang Wang's status, he wouldn't lower himself to settle scores with Ye Chen personally — the younger generation's matters should be handled by them.

Among the second hall's younger experts, these eight were the strongest, so the task of seeking revenge fell to them. They had a reputation to uphold.

"Who is Ye Chen? Come out now!"

Seeing no one step forward, Fenglei Mingjiang thundered, his voice like rolling thunder.

"Who's looking for me?"

The voice rang out, not from Gui Cheng, but from another stretch of sky, where a figure materialized.

It was Ye Chen, strolling casually through the void, as relaxed as if nothing had happened.

At his appearance, the eight Mingjiang turned in unison, their eyes flashing with divine light, burning with intense excitement and a strange eagerness.

Their visit had two purposes: first, to seek revenge.

As for the second, they wanted to see if the legendary Sacred Body was truly unbeatable in the same realm, as the tales claimed.

As Mingjiang under a Yama, they each had their own pride and believed themselves undefeated in their realm. How could they accept the Archaic Sacred Body's supremacy?

Ye Chen stopped and glanced at the eight, needing no questions to know they were from Chujiang Wang's side.

He had crippled Feilong Mingjiang, so it was no surprise they were here.

What he hadn't expected was that they'd come in full force — eight at once. Clearly, they intended to gang up on him.

"There's even a Quasi-Sacred King here. You really think highly of me."

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, looking at the one on the far left — it had to be the renowned Tianhe Mingjiang of the underworld; he'd heard of him.

Tianhe Mingjiang's aura was the most dominant, surpassing that of a saint and reaching Quasi-Sacred King level — an impressive presence.

But to Ye Chen, it made little difference.

Back in the various heavens, as a Quasi-Sacred expert, he could already cripple Quasi-Sacred Kings.

Now, in the underworld, after fusing with Ba Yuan's sacred bones and Di Huang's divine repository, his combat power had reached a terrifying peak.

In short, anyone below Sacred King level could come at him.

No big deal — if he backed down now, he wouldn't be Ye Chen.

Fighting these guys, he didn't even need to activate his Dominating Body. One against eight was nothing; bring eight more, and he'd handle them all the same.

"Ye Chen, you have quite the nerve to injure our second hall's Mingjiang."

Qiankun Mingjiang scolded coldly, his killing intent radiating outward.

"So, what do you plan to do about it?"

Ye Chen crossed his arms, smiling leisurely as he looked at Qiankun Mingjiang with interest.

"Destroy your cultivation, and we'll spare your life."

Qiankun Mingjiang shouted coldly, his arrogance reaching new heights.

"Sorry, that's not happening."

Ye Chen shrugged.

"Then I'll do it myself."

Qiankun Mingjiang stepped onto the nine heavens, crossing over in a single stride, his fingertip surrounded by divine light infused with Qiankun secret techniques. His strike was domineering, capable of crushing all in its path.

Ye Chen smiled faintly, standing as still as a spear, allowing Qiankun Mingjiang's finger to strike without flinching.

The onlookers were stunned — how arrogant could he be?

That was a saint's attack, no joke. One slip, and he'd be finished.

But the imagined scene of Ye Chen being pierced didn't happen — instead, it was shocking.

Qiankun Mingjiang's finger struck Ye Chen's body but failed to break his defense, only sparking off his skin.

There was a clang, like metal colliding, as if he'd poked a steel plate.

"How is that possible?"

The onlookers were all astonished — that was a saint's finger, yet it couldn't pierce a Quasi-Sacred defense.

"How is that possible?"

The other seven Mingjiang narrowed their eyes sharply.

"How is that possible?"

Qiankun Mingjiang was the most shocked — his proud finger technique was so feeble against Ye Chen, and worse, Ye Chen hadn't even moved.

"Your finger doesn't seem to work very well."

Ye Chen chuckled lightly, casually brushing dust from his chest.

"Arrogant!"

Qiankun Mingjiang roared and attacked again.

This time, he went all out, forming the Qiankun Great Seal with various divine techniques fused in, runes swirling around his hand.

To be fair, he was stronger than Feilong Mingjiang, but not by much. Could he really surpass Ye Chen?

This time, Ye Chen moved, no longer standing still.

You've had your poke; now it's my turn.

"Suppress!"

Qiankun Mingjiang descended from the sky, slamming down a palm.

"Where do you get the confidence?"

Ye Chen snorted coldly. Instead of a fist, he used a finger, merging a hundred secret techniques with the six-pulse divine abilities.

Qiankun Mingjiang was embarrassed — his Qiankun palm seal shattered like paper under Ye Chen's finger, all techniques rendered useless.

Not only the seal, but his body was also pierced, leaving a finger-sized bloody hole with fresh blood spurting out.

"This finger of mine works better than yours. Next time, it'll be right between your eyes."

Ye Chen blew on his finger.

"You're asking for it!"

Qiankun Mingjiang raged, manifesting a divine sword and channeling his power into it, slashing out a river of immortals.

He was truly furious — a Mingjiang under Chujiang Wang, fighting a saint-level opponent, yet losing repeatedly.

His pride was shattered. If even a saint couldn't beat Ye Chen, how could they break the Sacred Body's undefeated myth?

Ye Chen smiled, stepping through the void like a phantom gliding through the sky.

Qiankun Mingjiang's sword was strong, but only if it hit.

Ye Chen was elusive, easily dodging the strike and crossing a great distance in an instant to appear before Qiankun Mingjiang.

"You—"

Qiankun Mingjiang's face changed, and he hastily retreated.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Ye Chen raised his palm and delivered a massive Smashing Tablet Hand, landing it squarely on Qiankun Mingjiang's face.

The slap was crisp and resounding, echoing through the void.

Qiankun Mingjiang went down, sent flying.

The onlookers all looked up, following his trajectory, their eyes widening as he soared.

He flew — flew who knows how far.

Only after three or five breaths did a boom sound out, as the flying Qiankun Mingjiang crashed into and collapsed an entire mountain.

A saint, taken out in one exchange — people had seen impressive feats, but nothing like this.

The remaining seven Mingjiang furrowed their brows tightly.

They had intended for Qiankun Mingjiang to test the waters, but who expected him to be sent flying in one hit? It was so swift it caught them off guard.

Now, none dared underestimate the Sacred Body. In a one-on-one, who below Quasi-Sacred King could stand against it?

"Attack together!"

Yinyang Mingjiang snorted coldly, his power peaking as he summoned his natal weapon, charging first.

The other Mingjiang, except Tianhe Mingjiang, all joined in — six in total, a formidable formation.

At this point, these Mingjiang didn't care about face anymore.

As long as they took down Ye Chen, ganging up was fine.

What mattered most was saving face — beating him meant victory, no matter the method. Who needed pride when the win was all that counted?