Chapter 1659: A True Man

Chapter 1659: A True Man

"I don't have much power left, but destroying you is more than enough," Ye Chen snorted coldly, wasting no words and attacking directly.

"Such arrogance," Zhuanlun Mingjiang roared in fury, stepping forward and ascending into the sky, forming the Zhuanlun Great Seal with his hands.

The other eight Mingjiang from the Ninth Hall also charged in together.

It was clearly a group beatdown, yet these Mingjiang—eight Sages and one Zhun Sheng Wang—didn't bat an eye, showing no shame whatsoever.

There was no helping it; it was all because the Huanggu Sheng Ti was too ferocious.

Even Tianhe Mingjiang, after transforming into his true form, had been overwhelmingly powerful, and he had still lost. In a one-on-one fight, who could stand against Ye Chen?

"This is getting lively, so we'll join in too," the Mingjiang from the other seven great halls all gave a sinister laugh and sprang into action.

"Oh my goodness, they've completely lost their shame!"

As they watched the Mingjiang from all eight halls swarm forward, disdainful voices rose from below, thoroughly condemning the Mingjiang under Yanluo.

Eight Zhun Sheng Wang and sixty-four Sages ganging up on one Zhun Sheng—this wasn't just shameless; they had no face left at all.

After all, these were the elite of the younger generation in the Mingjie, each with their own pride, constantly representing the Yanluo of their respective halls.

But now, they had abandoned their pride and discarded their supreme honor, openly surrounding and attacking a single Zhun Sheng in full view of everyone.

This behavior not only shamed them but also dragged the reputation of the eight halls' Yanluo through the mud.

"I've really been blind," many women fumed in anger.

Women love heroes, and in their eyes, the Mingjiang under the various Yanluo were all heroes, the idols of their hearts.

Yet today, the actions of the Mingjiang from each hall had truly disappointed them. These weren't heroes at all—just a bunch of cowards.

Losing wasn't shameful; victory and defeat were common in warfare.

Even in defeat, one should lose with honor and integrity. But to lose both in strength and character—that was truly disgraceful.

In an instant, the way the women looked at Ye Chen carried a hint of admiration, their beautiful eyes clear and shimmering like water, rippling with emotion.

Compared to the Mingjiang from each hall, he was the true man—unyielding and steadfast. Even facing seventy-two Mingjiang alone, he didn't back down.

Such courage was unmatched by anyone in the Mingjie.

That was the power of personal charisma, the kind that truly moved a woman's heart. Someone like Ye Chen was the real hero in their eyes.

"A bunch of cowards," amid the disdain, Ye Chen thundered in rage, throwing a punch that shattered the eight directions and sent the foremost Zhuanlun Mingjiang flying back.

"Suppress!" The other eight Mingjiang from the Ninth Hall closed in, joining forces to wield a killing sword—it was actually a Sheng Wang weapon.

The sword's power was immense, slashing through mountains and rivers, splitting the heavens and earth. Even Ye Chen's formidable strength was forced to stagger backward.

Drops of Huanggu Sheng blood splattered across the sky, each one glaringly vivid.

If not for Ye Chen's deep foundation, that single sword strike would have cleaved him in two. The combined assault of the eight Mingjiang was terrifyingly destructive.

"Exterminate!" The Mingjiang from the other seven halls swarmed in, positioning themselves all around the vast sky, each forming seals and unleashing secret mystical arts.

Some summoned sword beams, others fist shadows; some deployed terrifying Mingqi, and others set up sealing arrays, all raining down from above in an overwhelming barrage.

With seventy-two Mingjiang attacking together, the scene was spectacular, like a curtain of light blotting out the sky and engulfing Ye Chen.

The sheer intensity made the onlookers instinctively retreat.

Eight Zhun Sheng Wang!

That patch of sky exploded in a roar, filling with rolling smoke, and Ye Chen's figure vanished entirely, turning the area into a wasteland of destruction.

"If that Sheng Ti doesn't die this time, I'll eat shit right now," below, an old Mingjiang stroked his beard, speaking with a meaningful expression. It wasn't just bravado—he really meant it.

This kind of oath wasn't his alone; many others felt the same. If Ye Chen survived, they'd do anything.

"Ah, what a sin we've committed!" The Mingjiang from each hall stood in the sky, shaking their heads and sighing, their faces full of feigned pity.

Their attitudes drew cold laughs from the people below.

"They're acting like virtuous saints after pulling such cowardly stunts—it's disgusting."

"Ye Chen's probably dead, and now they're putting on this pity act. Who are they trying to fool?"

"What happened to that shameless spirit from earlier? Where's it gone?"

"A bunch of hypocritical pretenders."

The onlookers cursed the Mingjiang from each hall in their hearts.

Everyone had underestimated the Mingjiang—not their power, but their skill at putting on a facade.

The Mingjiang from each hall ignored the glares from below, maintaining their outward expressions of sorrow while smirking coldly at the corners of their mouths.

Who could blame Ye Chen for being too strong? His strength had terrified them, posing a serious threat, so he had to die.

As always, they cared only about the result; the process didn't matter. They'd already thrown away their faces, so why worry about the details?

"I'm baffled—did I ever wrong you? Do I have a grudge against you like killing your fathers?" While the Mingjiang were secretly gloating, a faint voice suddenly echoed.

"He's still alive?" The Mingjiang from each hall whipped their heads around.

"Is he cheating death?" The onlookers below were stunned, their eyes bulging in disbelief as they stared at the sky.

The rolling smoke in the sky gradually dissipated.

Then, a human silhouette slowly emerged.

It was Ye Chen, striding out from the heavens. His body seemed so heavy that each step made the sky tremble.

His long hair was golden, and nine streaks marked his forehead, intertwining with the exclusive Shenwen of the Sheng Ti.

His eyes were also golden, deep and boundless, encompassing the heavens and earth, with endless Dao evolving within.

He had activated his Ba Ti, pushing his combat power to its peak. His vast power surged like an ocean, with momentum capable of devouring the eight directions.

"How is this possible? He survived that?" The onlookers swallowed hard, their faces frozen in shock.

"And his aura—it's risen more than one level."

"What's happening? How did he become so powerful?"

"What kind of monster is he?" The Mingjiang from each hall were equally shocked, losing their composure. Ye Chen's strength far exceeded their expectations.

"Haven't had your fill yet?" Ye Chen pulled out a wolf-tooth club, cracking his neck with a savage grin, his energy wildly violent.

"Since you're not dead, we'll exterminate you again." Once more, Zhuanlun Mingjiang bellowed and was the first to lunge forward.

Following him, the eight Mingjiang from the Ninth Hall and the others from each hall mobilized, determined not to let Ye Chen escape alive.

"A bunch of cowards," Ye Chen roared like ancient thunder, stepping forward and instantly appearing before Zhuanlun Mingjiang.

Zhuanlun Mingjiang's expression changed drastically; he hadn't even seen Ye Chen move. That speed was beyond his ability to track.

In a flash, he panicked and retreated, his heart filled with fear. The current Ye Chen was too eerie, his presence oppressively intense.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ye Chen appeared in an instant, wasting no words as he swung the club, making the void rumble and shake.

Zhuanlun Mingjiang was done for—in a single exchange, Ye Chen shattered his body, sending blood mist scattering across the sky, strikingly vivid.

The onlookers were horrified, and the Mingjiang from each hall were stunned.

That was Zhuanlun Mingjiang, the top Mingjiang under Zhuanlun Wang, a genuine Zhun Sheng Wang, yet he was blown apart in one clash by a Zhun Sheng. How strong was Ye Chen?

"Suppress!" As they spoke, the eight Mingjiang from the Ninth Hall arrived again, combining their efforts to swing the Sheng Wang sword down from the heavens.

"Get lost!" Ye Chen swung his club, clashing head-on with the sword.

A deafening clang rang out as the Sheng Wang sword was flung away, cracks spreading across its blade and its divine light nearly extinguishing.

The eight Mingjiang wielding it fared even worse, their bodies exploding as they were hurled back, vomiting blood wildly.

"Die!" The top Mingjiang under Dushi Wang thrust a finger from the sky, piercing the void and infused with Yuan Shen mystical arts, aimed straight at Ye Chen's origin, intent on obliterating him completely.

His finger was incredibly fearsome, drawing fresh blood immediately.

But the one pierced wasn't Ye Chen—it was a Mingjiang from the Seventh Branch Hall, who didn't even know what hit him.

This was thanks to Ye Chen's Yitian Huandi technique.

Ye Chen himself was fine, but that Mingjiang was out of luck, getting struck down in a daze.

"Damn it," the top Mingjiang under Dushi Wang snarled.

"You're the one who deserves to die more," an icy voice rang out as Ye Chen swept in with overwhelming killing intent, appearing before him and raising his wolf-tooth club.

Sure enough, the top Mingjiang under Dushi Wang had his skull smashed in one blow, his origin trying to flee, only to be sealed away by Ye Chen's hand.

At the sight, the Mingjiang from each hall surged forward en masse, unleashing divine abilities left and right.

Ye Chen snorted and instantly activated his Hunlun Yixiang, summoning the Golden Shen Sea, which intertwined with chaotic Dao marks.

In an instant, figures plummeted from the sky like rain.

A few unlucky Mingjiang were swallowed by Ye Chen's Golden Shen Sea mid-fall, leaving not even a trace behind.

"Had your fill yet?" Ye Chen chuckled, rampaging through the heavens.

His attacks followed no pattern—just swing the club where the crowd was thickest, bashing wildly.

Wherever he went, someone was sent flying, their bodies exploding.

Wherever he went, blood sprayed, painting a gruesome scene.

It was a scene of utter lawlessness, terrifying beyond words.

The onlookers gaped, speechless for a long time.

That was seventy-two Mingjiang—eight Zhun Sheng Wang and sixty-four Sages—yet they were being battered across the sky by one person.

Ye Chen's power was alarmingly abnormal, giving the impression he wasn't a Zhun Sheng at all, but a Sheng Wang level existence.

"Run!" The top Mingjiang under Wu Guan Wang was the first to falter, dragging his blood-soaked body out of the battlefield and fleeing into the distance.

"Run?" Ye Chen sneered, crossing the space in a few strides to pursue.

"Do you really want to fight to the death?" the top Mingjiang under Wu Guan Wang roared, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead.

"Think I'll keep you around to make soup?" Ye Chen cursed and swung his club, sending him soaring, his body turning to blood mist before he even landed.

Only his origin remained, sealed into a bronze furnace by Ye Chen.

The Mingjiang from each hall had no desire to fight anymore and scattered in escape.

They wanted to flee, but Ye Chen wouldn't allow it. He'd gone berserk, chasing them as they ran.

Once he caught up, it was straightforward—a club strike first, no questions asked.

With Ba Ti activated, his combat power and speed completely overshadowed the Mingjiang from each hall—it was absolute domination.

Whether Sages or Zhun Sheng Wang, none could withstand a single blow from him. Blossoms of blood bloomed across the sky.