Chapter 1692: Almost There

The great battle erupted once more. Ye Chen led the charge, heading straight for a Mo Jun, attacking without regard for defense, like a madman.

He fought like a Zhan Shen, unstoppable, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

Hordes of Tian Mo were blasted apart, none able to block his path.

The Ming Jie army was equally ferocious, fighting in groups of thirty or fifty, exerting absolute force suppression.

The Shura Hai, which had been calm for a while, was once again stirred into massive waves.

Compared to the shocking waves of the Ming Jie army, the Tian Mo forces were like mere ripples, easily overwhelmed by a single surge.

The Tian Mo army retreated in defeat, being swallowed up in vast numbers.

It wasn't that they lacked the power to fight; they simply had no will to do so. The enemy had two Di-level experts suppressing them, making it hard to breathe.

Meanwhile, they had not a single Di-level expert, and that was the gap.

In contrast, the Ming Jie army was far more savage.

They pursued and slaughtered along the way, with the Ten Halls of Yan Luo personally commanding the Di Dao killing formations. Each sweep destroyed countless Mo Bing.

The battle lasted less than a quarter of an hour before the Tian Mo army was annihilated again.

That day, Ming Jie was far from peaceful, as if following a pattern—every so often, there were earth-shaking cries of killing.

Wave after wave of Tian Mo armies arrived, and they were met with wave after wave of destruction.

Their coordination was impeccable; Ming Di and Di Huang always sealed the Qing Tian Mo Zhu at the optimal moment, cutting off the Tian Mo retreat.

The rest was left to the Ming Jie army to finish them off completely.

The Tian Mo were dumbfounded—one moment of carelessness, and their heads were gone.

What was going on? Were we being wiped out?

Caught off guard, from the Mo Jun down to the Mo Bing, they were all unprepared. As soon as they emerged, they didn't even get a chance to catch their breath.

Every time they appeared, before they could show off, they were hammered from all sides. The scene was utterly miserable and chaotic.

Counting them up, nine waves of Tian Mo armies had been trapped and destroyed.

Yet the Tian Mo were incredibly persistent, charging forward relentlessly. They delivered so many heads that the Ming Jie army almost felt embarrassed.

As the saying goes, there's strength in numbers.

With two Da Di-level experts in charge, their confidence was sky-high.

Ye Chen stood quietly, holding his bloodstained killing sword, gazing at the Shura Hai piled with corpses and bones. His state of mind couldn't help but ripple with emotion.

Recalling the fierce battles in Da Chu back in the day.

But here in Ming Jie, with strong soldiers and robust forces, they were stationed at the base of Qing Tian Mo Zhu, destroying whatever came their way—that was just their nature.

"Feels great."

Laughter rang out endlessly, and the most lively spot was around Ye Chen, all because of the nine living treasures by his side.

No need to say it—they were the nine great Ming Jiang under Qin Guang Wang.

On the entire Shura Hai battlefield, these nine were the noisiest.

These nine had also been pulled into the battle, each with an Di Bing in their body.

With Di Bing, they could go toe-to-toe with Zhun Di. Though not as fierce as Ye Chen, they still killed countless enemies, their Sha Qi surging and blood energy raging.

The nine grew more excited as they laughed, stripping off their bloodstained armor and baring their arms, revealing their ancient bronze-colored physiques.

They stood in a neat row, bare-chested, like a striking landscape.

Qin Meng Yao glanced at the nine, then pulled out her wine gourd, holding her bloodstained killing sword in one hand and the wine pot in the other.

Perhaps from killing too much, this girl was drenched in sweat, her clothes clinging to her delicate body, perfectly outlining her graceful figure.

"This figure is amazing."

The nine stroked their chins, their big eyes wide and round, fixed intently on Qin Meng Yao.

"If we got her on the bed, I guarantee we wouldn't stop for half a month."

Lei Ming Jiang smoothed his hair and chuckled meaningfully.

"I'm not bragging, but I could make her cry out."

"Don't be so crude; I prefer to knock her out first and then have my way."

"I can tell just by calculating—this girl must moan beautifully."

"Get lost."

Qin Meng Yao cursed loudly, hurling her wine pot at them.

"It's mine now."

Lei Ming Jiang grinned, waving his hand to catch it.

After that, this guy hugged the wine pot and sniffed it deeply. The pot still carried Qin Meng Yao's faint fragrance.

The other eight Ming Jiang crowded around, forming a circle.

Qin Meng Yao was furious, her face flushing red, her chest heaving violently, and her watery eyes igniting with flames.

"Wow, so fragrant."

The nine scoundrels were utterly shameless.

They held Qin Meng Yao's wine pot, sniffing it with utter satisfaction and enjoyment, being downright lecherous.

"Feeling itchy?"

A Ming Jiang glanced at Bai Zhi beside him.

"Itchy."

Bai Zhi wiped the fresh blood from the corner of her mouth and rolled up her sleeves, like a tigress ready to pounce.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

The nine shouted in panic.

Ming Jue and Bai Zhi said nothing but acted immediately.

One was Ming Di's disciple, the other Di Jun's disciple—both incredibly fierce. The nine scoundrels were smacked down with a single palm each.

What followed was a satisfying sight, filled with endless screams.

Everyone turned their heads, their expressions full of meaningful sighs.

Ming Jie truly had talents emerging one after another; the older generation felt quite gratified.

Qin Guang Wang rubbed his brow. Having these nine treasure Ming Jiang was both exciting and utterly embarrassing for him.

Good thing they were still in battle; otherwise, he would have dragged these nine scoundrels out for a beating, not stopping until they were half-dead.

"They must be top talents in your Zhutian Wanyu too, right?"

Zhao Yun turned his head and smiled at Ye Chen beside him.

"Still a bit short."

Ye Chen tilted his head back and took a swig of wine.

That was the blunt truth. When it came to talents, Da Chu had them everywhere. Just take Xiong Er and Xie Yun—they could outshine these guys by a mile.

After this little interlude, the nine great Ming Jiang quieted down.

They sat in a neat row on the ground, heads bowed, faces bruised and swollen like pandas, with endless nosebleeds they couldn't wipe away.

Now, they were truly obedient, like a flock of gentle lambs.

They had Di Bing, sure, but they were far from matching Ming Jue and Bai Zhi.

Shura Hai fell into rare calm, with only the Yin Feng howling.

In the wait, Qing Tian Mo Zhu trembled again. The Ming Jie army instantly perked up, and the nine Ming Jiang on the ground jumped to their feet.

They knew when to fool around and when to get serious.

In the distance, demonic mist billowed from the Mo Zhu, and Tian Mo surged out like a sea.

This time, their numbers were the largest, with four to five million strong, all clad in armor, gripping war spears, their faces fiercely terrifying.

Nine Mo Jun stood high in the nine heavens, each with towering aura.

Behind them, the four to five million Tian Mo army was orderly, forming numerous formations that filled a hundred thousand li of space.

"This aura isn't from Zhutian."

One Mo Jun surveyed the surroundings, noting the deep darkness, which resembled their Tian Mo Yu.

"It should be Ming Jie."

Another Mo Jun pondered.

"No matter where, the fresh blood is delightful."

A blood-haired Mo Jun licked his scarlet tongue, his eyes flashing with sinister light.

"Where's our Tian Mo army?"

A Mo Jiang asked in confusion.

At these words, the Mo Jun finally snapped to attention.

They had been so focused on looking around that they forgot about this. The previous nine waves, totaling several million, where had they all gone?

For a moment, a strange atmosphere spread.

It was indeed strange; this sea was eerily silent, thick with blood stench, carrying the aura of Tian Mo and the spirits of their fallen.

"How is that possible?"

The blood-haired Mo Jun's face turned extremely ugly.

"Nothing's impossible."

Laughter echoed again—it was that old Ming Jie Zhun Di, carrying his bloodstained great knife as he stepped out of the Yin Wu.

With his appearance, the Ming Jie army materialized as well.

From all directions, Ming Jie soldiers and banners emerged. Though the Tian Mo army was numerous, they were even more so, completely surrounding them.

"This..."

The Tian Mo collectively retreated, their eyes bulging.

In the void, Ming Di and Di Huang appeared one after another.

Two beams of Di Dao Xian Mang sealed the Qing Tian Mo Zhu, cutting off the Tian Mo's supposed retreat—they weren't leaving once they arrived.

"Actual Da Di, two of them."

The Tian Mo lords were filled with fear, their Zhun Di peak cultivation trembling uncontrollably.

"Kill."

The Ming Jie army charged from all sides.

Another great battle began. The Tian Mo, still in shock, were engulfed in waves and utterly annihilated in their astonishment.

Ye Chen gripped his Yin Ming Jian, slashing and attacking all the way.

The blood-haired Mo Jun was his target. He killed his way forward, ascending to the heavens, and struck with a sword that nearly split him in two.

"Di Zhi Sha Qi."

The blood-haired Mo Jun retreated rapidly.

Like the previous purple-haired Mo Jun, his eyes were full of disbelief. Di Zhi Sha Qi couldn't be faked—he had truly slain a Da Di.

In that instant of distraction, Ye Chen's attack arrived. A sword cleaved out an immortal river, dazzling and brilliantly destructive.

The blood-haired Mo Jun was wounded, sent flying by the sword.

As a Mo Jun and Zhun Di peak expert, he had the power to fight, but from the start, he was gripped by fear, falling into disadvantage.

"Blood debts paid in blood."

Ye Chen was like a ghost, closing in. With a domineering sword, he severed one of the blood-haired Mo Jun's arms.

"Kill."

The blood-haired Mo Jun raged, firing thunder from his brow.

It was an attack on the Yuan Shen, aiming to destroy Ye Chen's true form.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, merging his nine Shen Shang into one, crushing the thunder. It pierced through the void and shot into the blood-haired Mo Jun's Shen Hai.

Screams rang out as the blood-haired Mo Jun staggered back, his Yuan Shen severely damaged, his Shen Hai buzzing, and his head on the verge of exploding.

He had underestimated Ye Chen—a Sheng Ren with an Di Qi, possessing such formidable combat power. His Yuan Shen attacks were overwhelmingly dominant.

In that instant of clarity, he tried to rise and fight back.

But he had no chance, for Ye Chen was already upon him.

This time, it wasn't a killing sword but a golden fist—the Ba Ti-enhanced Bahuang Fist, fused with divine abilities and Hun Luan Dao Ze.

With just one punch, the blood-haired Mo Jun's head was blown apart.

The blood-haired Mo Jun's Yuan Shen fled, his eyes full of terror, desperately escaping. In just two rounds, he had been defeated.

He wanted to flee, but Ye Chen gave him no opportunity. A peerless sword struck like a rainbow.

"No, no, no."

The blood-haired Mo Jun's eyes bulged, pupils contracting. Though not yet dead, his entire body was ice-cold.

Ye Chen showed no mercy. His sword pierced the rainbow, impaling the blood-haired Mo Jun's Yuan Shen and obliterating his true form.

The blood-haired Mo Jun knelt, screaming as his Yuan Shen collapsed.

After slaying this Mo Jun, Ye Chen targeted another, who was dragging his blood-drenched body in a desperate escape.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Ye Chen snorted coldly and chased after him through the skies.

However, as he chased, he suddenly halted.

His gaze flashed with shock as he turned to one side. Amid the dense mass of Tian Mo, he locked onto one figure.

The one he stared at was a Zhun Di-level Tian Mo Jiang.

That Tian Mo Jiang wore cold armor, with purple hair fluttering, bloodthirsty eyes, violently savage and fiercely terrifying.

Ye Chen's body trembled. Though far away, he could clearly see the Tian Mo Jiang's features, identical to those in his memory.

That face—he remembered it. It was the reincarnated soul from Da Chu.