Chapter 1686: Peak Battle of the Peak

Under the watchful eyes of all, a pair of golden hands reached out, tearing through the Xianhai. Ye Chen emerged like a golden true dragon, leaping forth.

As he landed, the Cangkong space shattered inch by inch.

His form had changed as well, with nine divine patterns etched into his forehead, his white hair transforming into gold and fluttering in the wind.

His eyes shone like brilliant stars; his blood surged with vital energy; his sacred bones were covered in seal scripts, interwoven with power.

This was the Ba Ti state, infinitely close to being indestructible and unkillable.

His battered sacred body healed its wounds, with radiant golden blood flowing back into him, and his scattered golden vital energy burning like fire.

"So, this is more interesting." Bai Zhi's words were indifferent.

As the disciple of Di Huang, she was exceedingly proud and would never take advantage of Ye Chen. Even in victory, she sought to win fairly and openly.

Now, with Ye Chen returned to his peak, this was exactly what she wanted.

She intended to shatter the myth of the Huang Gu Sheng Ti's undefeated status in the same realm, right here in the heavens, under the gaze of her master and the world.

She would prove to Di Huang that the disciple she taught was the true undefeated one in their level, never tarnishing her master's prestige.

She made her move, her crystalline jade hand reaching toward the sky, covering the Cangkong.

Her palm appeared ordinary, yet it merged countless supreme immortal techniques with Dao principles, evolving on its own and capable of world destruction.

Ye Chen said nothing, wielding no weapons or tools, only a golden fist that grasped the universe, manifesting yin and yang, and creating Wuji as chaos.

Between his fingers, seal scripts flowed, and lightning raged.

With one fist, he struck against the heavens, piercing through the eternal firmament.

Once again, palm met fist, and that stretch of sky collapsed instantly.

However, this time, Ye Chen stood firm without budging, while Bai Zhi staggered backward, her jade hand stained with blood, her form unsteady.

Bai Zhi's delicate brows furrowed slightly; the peak Ye Chen was indeed terrifying.

The onlookers laughed, yet were also shocked. This was the true Ye Chen—returned to his peak, he was undeniably domineering, forcing Bai Zhi back with a single punch.

As they spoke, Ye Chen advanced against the heavens, his eyes as calm as an ancient well, without a ripple, his expression serene, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

He had not overcome his emotional tribulation, yet he forcibly suppressed his inner demons. Chu Ling was Chu Ling, and Bai Zhi was Bai Zhi—these were two different women.

Bai Zhi wiped the fresh blood from her mouth and pressed it onto her forehead.

The divine patterns on her forehead shifted instantly, and as they settled, her aura forcibly climbed another level.

Ye Chen's incoming fist was deflected by her palm, and with a flip of her hand, she pointed like a startling rainbow, striking toward Ye Chen's sacred body.

In their brief clash, there was no clear victor or defeat. Bai Zhi lightly waved her jade arm, pointing remotely at Ye Chen, and suddenly, swords filled the sky, raining down like a storm.

This was a group attack of supreme immortal arts; every sword fused with her Dao, piercing the Cangkong and shooting toward Ye Chen.

Ye Chen also waved his hand, countering with Wan Jian Chao Zong, his golden sword edges ringing sharply, each one domineering and unmatched.

Sword array clashed against sword array, sparking flames as they both shattered.

The two moved together, bathing in the sword rain as they charged at each other.

Bai Zhi formed seals with her fingers, summoning a phoenix that bathed in fire and underwent nirvana.

As a phoenix in her true form, this was both an immortal technique and a phenomenon, with the phoenix's nirvana being extraordinarily fearsome, surpassing even laws.

Ye Chen waved his hand, manifesting a true dragon formed from Hunlun Dao principles.

The great battle resumed, the two fighting in the ethereal void, peak against peak.

She was like a queen, elegant and peerless, backed by a vast immortal realm, pure and flawless, her immortal techniques all supreme inheritances.

He was like a war god, intimidating the eight desolations, standing in the Hunlun great realm, his attacks unmatched, his golden fists making even the heavens pale.

The battlefield was extraordinarily vast, with true heaven-shattering and earth-collapsing scenes.

Every collision depicted world-ending spectacles, stars crumbling, the proud sun extinguishing, and even laws being overturned.

The dim Nine Heavens were illuminated by their immortal techniques, creating a dazzling display like fireworks, flourishing yet on the verge of transcendence.

Blood sprinkled down, strand by strand, some golden, some purple, still clashing even as they fell.

"I told you so! This battle's excitement is no less than Zhao Yun versus Ming Jue." The onlookers looked up, their eyes shining brightly.

Many couldn't help but glance at Zhao Yun and Ming Jue.

In their past battle, the two had stolen the show, their peak duel causing the Ming Realm to boil, drawing crowds to watch.

But now, those former protagonists were merely spectators, silent and gazing upward at the fight.

Zhao Yun was fine with it, ignoring Bai Zhi and only watching Ye Chen. Across the two universes, the only one he truly regarded as a rival was Ye Chen.

Ming Jue felt awkward, wary of both Ye Chen and Bai Zhi—these two monstrous talents were fiercer than the last.

For Ye Chen and Zhao Yun, when they reached the Ming Realm in the future, his opponent would only be Bai Zhi, and mutual wariness existed between them.

He, as the disciple of Ming Di, had learned the Dao from a young age and advanced triumphantly.

She, as the disciple of Di Jun, had deeply inherited the supreme true teachings.

They were like two suns in the Ming Realm, both bearing supreme inheritances, yet they had never truly fought from beginning to end.

Today marked the first time he saw Bai Zhi display her full peak power.

He admitted he had no confidence in defeating her; in a true all-out war, they would likely end in mutual destruction, a genuine formidable foe.

"You think, between Bai Zhi and Ye Chen, who will win?" As they watched the battle, discussions erupted from all sides, with everyone speculating.

"Di Jun's disciple, with profound Dao arts—I bet she'll win."

"The Huang Gu Sheng Ti is undefeated in the same realm; there's no reason for him to lose."

"I lean toward Ye Chen too; the sacred body's myth isn't a joke—it's forged punch by punch."

"From now on, everyone behave yourselves and don't mess with that woman Bai Zhi." Yan Ming Jiang coughed and glanced at the other Ming Jiang.

Without him saying it, the eight Ming Jiang would stay put.

Anyone who could fight Ye Chen to a standstill was terrifying; provoking Bai Zhi would lead to dire consequences.

"Who knows, maybe I can ask Di Jun if I can borrow his precious disciple for a few days." Lei Ming Jiang coughed.

"Come on, try our special products, get to know them." The other Ming Jiang handed him a small packet and patted his shoulder.

You bastard, this guy is really bold!

Di Jun's disciple—was she something you could just borrow? Even if Di Jun agreed, and they got her into bed, would you dare to go?

He wouldn't dare. Lei Ming Jiang coughed, afraid of being beaten to death.

As they chatted idly, a dragon's roar and a phoenix's cry echoed from the void, prompting the onlookers to activate their Tongtian eyes.

There in the firmament, Bai Zhi had transformed into a phoenix.

And Ye Chen had become a true dragon, coiling through the Nine Heavens.

One dragon and one phoenix battled in the void; the phoenix shrieked amid flames, the true dragon roared as it soared, tearing the sky into black holes.

Their great battle was truly spectacular, fighting from north to south, south to north, and making two rounds east to west.

Ye Chen was stained with phoenix blood, and Bai Zhi was likewise dyed in sacred blood.

This was the peak showdown of the younger generation—exciting yet brutal, a contest of pride against pride, and Dao against Dao.

In the end, Bai Zhi lost, plummeting from the ethereal sky.

She fell like a meteor, her radiance fading as she descended.

As for Ye Chen, he stood tall in the heavens, like a worldly king, leaving the spectators sighing in admiration.

"Back then, Ming Di's disciple Ming Jue was taken down by Zhao Yun."

"Today, Di Jun's disciple Bai Zhi was defeated by Ye Chen."

"The true disciples of the Ming Realm's two great supremes have both lost. In terms of combat power, Ye Chen and Zhao Yun are the real monsters."

"Ming Di and Di Jun must both be feeling awkward right now, right?"

The discussions were lively, with many people clicking their tongues.

Some even strongly suspected that Ye Chen and Zhao Yun were there just to cause trouble, making the supremes lose face.

Amid the tongue-clicking, Bai Zhi fell to the ground, covered in phoenix blood. Perhaps her body was too heavy, as it caused the earth to collapse.

"I lost." Bai Zhi gave a self-mocking smile, finally setting aside her pride. In this battle, she was utterly defeated.

Only now did she truly understand how strong Ye Chen was.

Only now did she realize what it meant that there are always people beyond people, and mountains beyond mountains. Her pride was nothing but a joke.

Facts proved that her master had not misjudged Ye Chen.

He was indeed stronger than her; the myth of the Huang Gu Sheng Ti's undefeated status in the same realm was no falsehood. This lineage was more fearsome than imagined.

But she could afford to lose, just like Ming Jue had in the past.

As a supreme's disciple, she still had that much resolve.

Ye Chen also descended, his expression calm, his eyes as still as stagnant water, without any joy of victory—everything was utterly ordinary.

Bai Zhi was strong, but he was stronger; in the same realm, he had never been defeated.

After a final glance at Bai Zhi, he headed toward Jie Ming Mountain.

Since she had lost, he now had the qualification to meet Di Huang. It seemed he could already see a path, a way back home.