Chapter 1660: Why Are You Staring at Me?

"I am the ming jiang under Bian Cheng Wang; you cannot kill me."

"I am the ming jiang under Tai Shan Wang; you cannot kill me."

"I am the ming jiang under Ping Deng Wang; you cannot kill me."

Such voices echoed relentlessly, resounding throughout the Yin Cao Di Fu.

These were the ming jiang from various halls, being hunted down in a frenzy, desperately invoking their backers to intimidate Ye Chen.

But who was Ye Chen? A fearless powerhouse who feared neither heaven nor earth.

Even if these ming jiang were impressive and their Yanluo superiors formidable, what of it? You have backers, but do I not? Standing shoulder to shoulder with the Ming Di, he could scare them to death.

He paid no mind to their identities—whether they served the Ming Di or not, he would deal with them all the same. They had schemed against him one by one and now thought they could escape?

This guy was truly unleashing his full might, killing with bloodshot eyes.

As he pursued them, one ming jiang after another was obliterated, and others left crippled, showing no regard for the Yanluo's face.

The ming jiang from each hall howled and roared in agony, fleeing for their lives.

Perhaps only in their final moments between life and death did they truly regret it—regretting ever provoking this disaster like Ye Chen.

Ye Chen hadn't denied them chances; it was they who had relied on their numbers, only to be counterattacked and slaughtered in the end.

There's a word for it: they deserved it. They could have stayed put and watched the show, but no, they had to jump in and act tough, unaware that showing off comes at a price.

Thunderous booms echoed through the Ming Realm, as if someone were undergoing a heavenly tribulation.

From a bird's-eye view, the chaotic scene was absurd: dozens of powerful ming jiang were actually being chased by a single quasi-saint.

Onlookers had followed along, forming a massive, dense crowd.

On their faces, one could almost see the word "satisfied" etched in—watching the ming jiang from each hall get beaten was incredibly gratifying.

This was instant karma. Earlier, they had ganged up on the sacred body, and now the sacred body had risen, hunting them down one by one.

Seeing a group of self-righteous figures being smacked around and sent flying everywhere felt more exhilarating than... well, you get the idea.

Many had already pulled out memory crystals to record the scene, so they could take it home, display it, and maybe even ward off evil spirits.

Perhaps due to the enormous commotion, even more people were drawn over.

Upon seeing the sight, they were stunned. "Am I seeing this right? Dozens of ming jiang are being chased by a single quasi-saint?"

"The ming jiang under the Yanluo are rarely seen all together, yet here they are, making such a embarrassing spectacle." The older ming jiang clicked their tongues in amazement.

"Even if it were a saint king chasing them, that might be forgivable, but it's just a quasi-saint. The Yanluo's face has been completely lost."

"Speaking of which, what's the background of that quasi-saint?"

"His origins are huge. He's the one who drank over a hundred bowls of Meng Po Tang back in the day, disrupted the cycle of reincarnation, and alarmed the Ten Halls of Yanluo. He was locked away in the depths of the eighteen layers of hell. Well, look at that—not long after, hell itself collapsed."

"A ghost soul growing to this level in such a short time—it's like he's cheating the system!"

"His qi and blood pulse are extraordinarily strong; it must be the legendary Huang Gu Sheng Ti." Someone pondered. "A bloodline on par with the Di Jun."

"No wonder he's so bold—turns out he has the Di Jun backing him."

"But he hasn't borrowed the Di Jun's power at all; he's fought his way here entirely on his own." Many remarked, "A self-made tough guy."

"This kid has really stirred up a storm this time." In the Yanluo Hall, the judge watched the scene on the water curtain, sighing in amazement.

"Should we report this to Qin Guang Wang?" The black and white impermanence asked.

"With this level of chaos, do we even need to report it?" The judge rubbed his brow hard. "The Ten Halls of Yanluo are probably already watching."

And indeed, as the judge said, the Ten Halls of Yanluo were all standing before their water curtains. Even with their composure, they couldn't help but twitch their mouths.

"My first hall truly is full of talents." Qin Guang Wang said deeply, his tone full of earnest approval. "I have high hopes for him."

At his words, Chu Jiang Wang and the others all turned to Qin Guang Wang, their faces as black as charred coal.

After all, Ye Chen was fundamentally under the first hall's jurisdiction. Causing such a massive uproar left the other nine Yanluo feeling utterly humiliated.

"Why are you staring at me?" Qin Guang Wang sipped his wine leisurely. "Earlier, when over seventy ming jiang ganged up on Ye Chen alone, what did I say? Let the younger generation handle their own affairs; we shouldn't get involved."

Hearing this, the faces of the other nine Yanluo darkened even more.

You say that so easily—those are my halls' ming jiang, and now they're being wiped out or crippled.

What a joke—our carefully nurtured ming jiang are about to be taken out en masse by your so-called talent!

"In any case, I'm not getting involved." Qin Guang Wang shrugged. "Whoever wants to deal with it can; mess with that one, and you'll face the consequences."

And with that, his words actually made the other nine Yanluo hesitate.

They weren't fools; they could tell exactly who Qin Guang Wang was referring to. Besides Di Jun and Di Huang, who else could it be?

That one was the real deal—a force even the Ming Di feared.

Matters of the younger generation should be settled by them. If the nine of them meddled rashly and Di Huang lost his temper, even the Ming Di might not be able to hold him back.

The nine felt a headache coming on; they were tempted to strangle their own ming jiang. So many powerful ming jiang, chased all over by a single quasi-saint—what a disgrace.

You've embarrassed yourselves, and now you've dragged us down with you.

This was their own fault; they hadn't disciplined their people properly, leading them to go around acting superior. Now they were paying the price.

"Over seventy against one—how could they even think of that?"

The nine Yanluo rubbed their brows too. This was a mess they couldn't touch, and didn't dare to. Di Huang wasn't someone to trifle with.

Outside, the thunderous booms continued, with majestic mountains collapsing one after another, turning the world upside down.

Ye Chen swung his club again, smashing another one, and casually collected the storage bag. This was robbery, after all—the treasures had to be taken.

He'd been doing this all along, building his fortune bit by bit. Accumulate enough, and you'd have something substantial.

As he spoke, he locked onto one and charged into a range of mountains.

That was the top ming jiang under Tai Shan Wang, known in the Ming Realm as Tai Yue Ming Jiang. Among all the ming jiang, he was the fastest.

But that didn't help much. In his sacred body state, Ye Chen's speed far surpassed Tai Yue Ming Jiang's. Did he really think he could fly away?

"You really intend to fight to the death?" Tai Yue Ming Jiang roared hoarsely, his divine eyes filled with blood vessels, a deep red.

Since becoming the ming jiang under Tai Shan Wang, he had never been so humiliated or defeated so miserably.

His pride had been utterly destroyed by Ye Chen; for the first time, he felt true fear and despair.

"We had no grudge to begin with; all of this is on you." Ye Chen blocked Tai Yue Ming Jiang's path, gripping a blood-stained wolf-tooth club, with rolling killing intent rampaging through the air.

"I'll fight you to the end." Tai Yue Ming Jiang bellowed, gripping a war spear like a staff and smashing it down from the sky.

Ye Chen sneered, charging like a wild beast, neither dodging nor defending, using his sacred body to take the hit head-on.

At the same time, he swung his wolf-tooth club, delivering a ferocious blow that exploded half of Tai Yue Ming Jiang's body.

Tai Yue Ming Jiang spat blood and staggered back, burning his essence blood to rapidly heal his mangled form, terror flickering in his eyes.

Ye Chen pressed forward without a word, swinging his club again.

Tai Yue Ming Jiang vomited more blood; his broken divine body was shattered by the club, leaving only a faint primordial spirit that fled desperately.

"Can you escape?" Ye Chen extended a golden hand, pressing down from the heavens like a heavy mountain, suppressing him.

"You can't kill me; I'm the top ming jiang under Tai Shan Wang." Tai Yue Ming Jiang struggled, roaring in terror.

Ye Chen showed no mercy, exerting force with his fingers as destructive power emerged.

What he wanted was the pure primordial spirit power of Tai Yue Ming Jiang; Kui Niu was in the midst of condensing and needed that very power.

Since he'd chosen to kill, he wouldn't hold back an ounce of pity.

It was rare to have such a solid backing; he wouldn't stop until he'd killed to the point of chaos. Did they think he was just a pushover?

"No! No!" Tai Yue Ming Jiang's eyes bulged, his pupils contracting; all he could see was sheer terror.

The aura of true death enveloped him. The once high-and-mighty figure was now afraid; he feared death and didn't want to die.

In his final moment, he truly regretted it—provoking a force he shouldn't have, bringing this deathly calamity upon himself.

Ye Chen clenched his fist, and the mighty top ming jiang under Tai Shan Wang had his primordial spirit crushed on the spot. Its pure power was absorbed into a treasure, to be taken back for Kui Niu.

After eliminating Tai Yue Ming Jiang, Ye Chen stepped out of the mountains.

The chase wasn't over; his targets were clear, with marks he had placed on each ming jiang.

"Is the sacred body really going to wipe out all the nine halls' ming jiang?"

The onlookers continued to follow, witnessing bloody scenes one after another, each more shocking and hard to watch.

"Will Qin Guang Wang do nothing? Are the nine Yanluo just going to stand by? If he keeps killing like this, it'll lead to chaos eventually."

"These are matters for the younger generation to resolve. The nine halls' ming jiang have backers, but does Ye Chen not? The Di Jun isn't someone to mess with."

The onlookers fell silent. When it came to backers, the nine halls' ming jiang couldn't compare to Ye Chen; the Di Jun was no joke.