Chapter 1661: Not Used to It Yet?

Chapter 1661: Still Not Used to It?

Screams of terror echoed endlessly, emanating from one Ming Jiang after another, their final wails before death.

They were still fleeing, but inevitably, one or two unlucky ones would be caught by Ye Chen, meeting their inevitable demise.

The minds of the Ming Jiangs from various halls were on the brink of collapse from Ye Chen's pursuit; the Sheng Ti was their inescapable nightmare.

"Everything is of your own making," Ye Chen's voice thundered, ice-cold and filled with a demonic power that reverberated through the heavens and earth.

He was like a god of slaughter in the night, leaving a trail of bloody catastrophe wherever he went.

The sword in his hand dripped with fresh blood, each drop strikingly vivid—it was the blood of the Ming Jiangs from various halls, carrying the retribution they deserved.

"The Archaic Sheng Ti is too ruthless," the onlookers murmured as they followed the scene, their hearts pounding with shock.

"The Fei Long Ming Jiang has dragged everyone down!" someone sighed.

No one refuted this; they all stroked their chins in thought. The root of today's bloodshed traced back to that Fei Long Ming Jiang.

If he hadn't been severely beaten, the Ming Jiangs from the second hall wouldn't have come seeking revenge, and that quest for vengeance had escalated into this catastrophic disaster.

What they didn't know was that Fei Long Ming Jiang's conflict with Ye Chen stemmed from a casual joke by his sister.

Thus, the true origin wasn't Fei Long Ming Jiang, but Qin Meng Yao. A single remark from her had doomed her brother and, by extension, the Ming Jiangs from various halls.

No one could tell what expression Qin Meng Yao would have upon learning this, or where she and Zhao Yun had wandered off to.

Amid the discussions, Ye Chen continued his slaughter, his killing intent surging like a tide.

He had truly lost himself in the frenzy, exterminating the fleeing Ming Jiangs from various halls one after another, until they vanished completely.

The Yan Luo of the nine halls felt their hearts bleeding. Every Ming Jiang Ye Chen slew made their pain deepen. Were they really going to let him wipe them out entirely?

After today, aside from the first hall, all the others would suffer a severe loss of talent. Cultivating new Ming Jiangs would require immense effort.

It wasn't that they didn't want to intervene, but they didn't dare. Provoking Di Huang would invite even greater calamity; the Sheng Ti lineage was inherently volatile.

In contrast, Qin Guang Wang remained composed, casually sipping his wine without interfering or intending to.

Some people lived too comfortably, oblivious to the vastness of the world. Having sown the cause, they must now reap the consequences.

The Underworld, the realm of departed spirits, also needed to be cleansed by blood.

The screams and thunderous booms eventually faded away. Those who weren't slain had all fled back to their domains.

The war ended, and the dim sky was stained red with blood.

Amid the surging blood mist, Ye Chen gripped his blood-soaked sword and strode through the air, his entire body covered in blood, like a god of death.

This battle had made his name. Every one he had slain was a Ming Jiang under a Yan Luo's command, their statuses extraordinarily noble.

He owed it all to Di Huang; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to act so boldly.

The spectators watched from afar, none daring to speak much.

Today, they had witnessed true lawlessness.

Ye Chen was the first to slaughter Ming Jiangs so brazenly, while the ten Yan Luos hadn't even uttered a word.

Today, they had also seen the rise of a god of slaughter.

Of the seventy-two Ming Jiangs, more than half had been exterminated.

Those still alive were mostly crippled, their former arrogance utterly destroyed, forever barred from reaching the peak.

His existence would lead an era and become a nightmare for a generation. His feats were unprecedented.

The onlookers should count themselves lucky for never having provoked Ye Chen.

Otherwise, they too would have become souls beneath the Sheng Ti's sword.

Under everyone's gaze, Ye Chen tore off his bloodstained clothes and tossed them aside, then strode bare-chested toward Ghost City.

His back was as unyielding as a mountain, his flowing hair fading from gold to a bloody red.

Watched by all, he entered Ghost City, returned to the small garden, and his surging killing intent gradually receded into nothingness.

"I said, do you have to be this fierce?"

No sooner had he stepped in than Kui Niu opened his eyes, grinning and clicking his tongue in amazement.

"How about it, still not used to it?"

Ye Chen couldn't help but smile.

"Old me should be used to it by now."

Kui Niu laughed and shook his head.

Back in Xuan Huang, Ye Chen had stirred up trouble everywhere—from Eastern Wasteland to Western Desert, Southern Domain, Northern Yue, and Central State, he'd turned them all upside down.

And each time, the spectacle grew bigger. This kind of audacious act was something only Ye Chen could pull off, and he did it successfully.

Yet Kui Niu still sighed. Ye Chen was lively in life, and even in death, in the Underworld, he continued to cause chaos.

It truly proved the saying: Archaic Sheng Ti Ye Chen brought excitement wherever he went, whether in the myriad heavens or the Underworld.

There, Ye Chen had already taken out four jade bottles and placed them at the four corners of the altar, then unsealed them.

Immediately, the bottles trembled lightly, releasing waves of Yuan Shen power, which he guided into Kui Niu's body.

Kui Niu felt a sudden surge of energy and quickly closed his eyes.

His soul body was like a bottomless pit, voraciously absorbing the Yuan Shen power. His soul force rapidly expanded, becoming crystalline and translucent.

This pure Yuan Shen power came from the Ming Jiangs of various halls—exceptionally refined, far superior to ordinary soul force.

With this help, he would condense his Yuan Shen in the shortest time possible.

Ye Chen returned to the old tree, pulled out his wine flask, and drank heartily.

Today's battle had been exhilarating, and it was all thanks to activating his Ba Ti state; otherwise, even he might have faltered.

"Having a powerful backer feels great."

Ye Chen laughed, glancing toward Boundary Ming Mountain, as if he could see Di Huang.

The reason the ten Yan Luos hadn't intervened was their fear of Di Huang, a supreme being who left them breathless.

After finishing the flask, he pulled out a pile of storage bags.

Once done, he dumped out all the treasures inside.

There were plenty of valuables: Ming Stones, secret scrolls, Ming Implements, piled into small mountains, shimmering with divine light and dazzling brilliance.

"The Ming Jiangs under Yan Luo are indeed filthy rich."

Ye Chen chuckled, sifting through them and pulling out the Ming Implements. Using his domineering divine abilities, he crushed them one by one.

The Yin Ming Jian flew out, hovering above and devouring the essence of the Ming Implements. Its blade underwent transformation and rebirth, approaching the level of a Saint King Weapon.

Ye Chen didn't idle; after the Ming Implements came the various Dan Yao.

He didn't care what type they were—he just shoved them into his mouth one handful after another. Only he would treat Dan Yao like food.

The essence of the Sheng Ti surged, forcefully refining the Dan Yao upon entry and integrating it into his sacred body as nourishment to aid his advancement.

His aura grew even more majestic, every pore on his body exhaling essence, with vital energy rising like flames.

He had now reached the bottleneck of the Saint realm; with just a spark of opportunity, he could break through and achieve Sainthood on the spot.

The small garden fell into tranquility. Kui Niu madly absorbed the Yuan Shen power, while the Yin Ming Jian desperately devoured the essence of the Ming Implements.

Ye Chen, meanwhile, kept stuffing Dan Yao into his mouth like a beast.

The garden was peaceful, but the outside world was buzzing with excitement.

Ye Chen's name had spread throughout the Underworld, with discussions everywhere—in the streets, alleys, and taverns, accompanied by endless sighs.

Even the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons escorting ghosts chatted about it while on duty, each more animated than the last.

Especially the Ox-Head and Horse-Face who had once escorted Ye Chen; they stood the straightest, boasting, "We beat up Ye Chen back in the day. Impressive, right?"

"Your Majesty Yan Wang! Please seek justice for us!"

In the nine great halls of the Underworld, the surviving Ming Jiangs dragged their battered bodies and knelt in the hall, weeping and wailing incessantly.

"How do you want me to seek justice? Tell me."

The Yan Luo of the ninth hall stood before his throne, back turned to the Ming Jiangs, his words calm and indifferent.

"Grind his bones to dust and scatter them!"

The Ming Jiangs gnashed their teeth, their eyes bloodshot, their faces twisted like demons.

"What a way to put it—grind his bones to dust."

The ninth Yan Luo suddenly turned, laughing in fury. "He is a Sheng Ti, sharing the same bloodline as the Emperor. And you couldn't figure that out?"

The Yan Luo's thunderous rage made the Ming Jiangs tremble all over, their faces paling as sweat poured down, afraid to move.

Only now did they realize whom they had provoked.

No wonder Ye Chen dared to slaughter Ming Jiangs so recklessly; no wonder even the ten Yan Luos hadn't dared to interfere.

It wasn't that they hadn't figured it out—they'd simply lost their minds, relying on their status as Ming Jiangs under Yan Luo and thinking their backing was strong.

Little did they know, the backing of the Archaic Sheng Ti was even more terrifying.

That was the Emperor, on par with the great emperors, someone even the Ming Emperor feared. Not even the ten Yan Luos would dare provoke him.

And absurdly, they had delusions of revenge—this was the ultimate irony, slapping their own faces.

"From today onward, none of you are Ming Jiangs of my hall anymore."

In the somber great hall, the Yan Luo's words were authoritative and icy.

The Ming Jiangs shuddered and collapsed in a heap.

They were finished, utterly defeated—in both combat and backing, they could never rise again.

Regret filled the Ming Jiangs; why had they provoked the Sheng Ti? In the end, they realized he was beyond their reach.

As Ye Chen had said, everything was of their own making.

In the small garden, Ye Chen sat cross-legged like an old monk, his mind clear as he comprehended the divine repositories of the Archaic Sheng Ti.

The Ba Ti was already so dominant; the other repositories wouldn't be any weaker.

If he fully comprehended them all, he couldn't imagine how terrifying his combat power would become—invincible among peers.

Once he sat down, half a month passed, with flashes of golden light from time to time.

Regrettably, he didn't manage to grasp any other innate divine abilities.

As the month neared its end, a major disturbance finally erupted in the small garden: a long howl.

The howl came from Kui Niu. He had successfully condensed his Yuan Shen, stepping down from the altar and cracking his neck vigorously.

His Yuan Shen shone with divine light, brimming with surging Yuan Shen power. If he reincarnated now, he would be born at the peak.

"Not bad."

Kui Niu grinned, in high spirits.

As he spoke, he glanced sideways, his eyes bright as he looked at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was also stirring, with dazzling golden divine radiance—this is the prelude to a breakthrough, as he assaulted his bottleneck.

"Break."

Ye Chen uttered a soft command, gathering his power into an invisible sword that struck his cultivation barrier.

In an instant, his realm surged into the Saint level. A golden divine rainbow shot straight into the sky, piercing a massive hole in the firmament.

Then, a domineering aura filled the small garden, manifesting various visions that intertwined and danced, accompanied by the echoes of the Great Dao.

Kui Niu grinned widely, forced to step back by Ye Chen's momentum.

Advancing from Quasi-Saint to Saint typically required the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, but for Ye Chen, it was irrelevant—he had bypassed his own tribulations.

Back at the Ten Thousand Clans Grand Assembly, Ye Chen had achieved Sainthood on the spot.

Though Kui Niu sighed, he wasn't surprised. The Sheng Ti, on par with emperors, had its exclusive privileges.