Chapter 1694: Destroying the Emperor

Shi Xue Mo Di's expression instantly turned solemn.

After all, it wasn't just Di Huang here; there was another great emperor, one who had lived for countless years.

Furthermore, both Di Huang and Ming Di possessed power that surpassed his own.

With a two-against-one situation, defeat was inevitable.

Thinking this, he immediately took action. He didn't attack but instead fled towards the Qing Tian Mo Zhu. He couldn't stay here any longer.

"Since you've come, there's no need to leave."

Ming Di chuckled softly.

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and struck with a palm.

The strike seemed ordinary, but it contained supreme Dao principles. Imperial Dao circulated, and countless divine abilities evolved automatically.

The divine abilities of an emperor had returned to their most fundamental form—a single, primal palm.

The laws of the world became ethereal, reversing yin and yang, overturning heaven and earth. This primal palm truly possessed the power to shatter the heavens and extinguish the earth.

Shi Xue Mo Di snorted coldly. As a great emperor himself, he didn't back down.

He grasped the universe, transforming it into the boundless Wuji, then evolving into yin and yang, forming the Taiji. He also unleashed a primal palm, striking back in defiance of the heavens.

The two palms collided, shattering the void and raining down countless rays of light.

Ming Di remained unmoving, while Shi Xue Mo Di was at a disadvantage, staggering back a step. His palm bones were fractured, and imperial blood splattered.

Behind him, Di Huang's attack arrived. The sacred body lineage was fierce and domineering. He carried no weapons, only a pair of golden fists.

A single punch pierced the eternal firmament, its power immense and overwhelming.

Shi Xue Mo Di, already injured, had his powerful imperial body nearly shattered by the blow. Strands of imperial blood fell heavily, causing the void to collapse.

"Imperial Dao Reaches the Heavens." Both Di Huang and Ming Di formed seals with one hand.

The two disappeared instantly, and Shi Xue Mo Di vanished with them, taken away by their forbidden technique.

The three supreme beings reappeared in the ethereal void above.

Below, that section of the sky had become a massive spatial black hole.

Indeed, it was a black hole, opened by Di Huang and Ming Di, serving as a battlefield for imperial conquest.

There was no other choice. A battle between emperors was simply too vast in scale.

If fought within the Ming Jie, the underworld and its courts would surely be destroyed.

Moreover, if they weren't careful, Shi Xue Mo Di might escape. Using the Imperial Dao Reaches the Heavens was a safer approach.

Their goal was clear: to slaughter Shi Xue Mo Di.

The imperial war erupted within the black hole, a two-against-one formation.

The scene was like the chaos at the dawn of creation. Everything revived amidst destruction, cycling between annihilation and rebirth.

The imperial conquest was terrifying beyond compare. Every imperial immortal technique was enough to annihilate worlds, truly possessing the power to shatter the heavens and extinguish the earth.

Ming Di and Di Huang were in perfect harmony. Di Huang targeted the physical body, while Ming Di attacked the primordial spirit. Their imperial immortal techniques flowed one after another.

Shi Xue Mo Di bled profusely, his imperial bones shattered and scattered, his imperial blood spilling everywhere.

His roars echoed through the underworld, filled with rage and helplessness.

He was a great emperor, to be sure, but his opponents were even stronger, and there were two of them. Facing them alone, he was beaten without any chance to fight back.

His imperial body shattered repeatedly, only to heal again and again. Even with a great emperor's recovery ability, he couldn't withstand the onslaught from these two supreme beings.

"Is this the clash between supreme beings?" Below, the armies of the Ming Jie watched with pale faces.

Even the Ten Kings of Hell were no exception. What good was being at the peak of quasi-emperor? If they stepped in, they couldn't withstand even a single strike from an emperor.

Though their cultivation was only a hair's breadth away from that of a great emperor, the difference in power was like heaven and earth. A single gap still left them as mere ants.

"Thankfully, we have Ming Di and Di Jun; otherwise, our fate would have been miserable."

"Two against one—what does it matter if you're a great emperor? You come to our Ming Jie, and you'll end up on your knees. You've overstepped, trying to show off here."

"Ming Di and Di Jun are unbeatable, beating the heavenly demon until it turns into a dog."

The nine lively figures from the first hall each held a large battle flag, cheering from below for Ming Di and Di Jun.

The younger generations joined in, their howls thunderous.

Many elders also crowded in, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Countless people had taken out memory crystals, imprinting the scenes of the emperors' battle. Such a sight was rare even in ten thousand years.

These crystals had to be preserved. They could ward off evil spirits and might even prevent unwanted pregnancies.

Ye Chen looked up in silence, deeply shocked by the powers of Ming Di and Di Huang. They were absolutely terrifying and unmatched.

He thought back to his own battle with the Tian Mo Di and how difficult it had been.

In contrast, Di Huang and Ming Di were exerting absolute power suppression.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Shi Xue Mo Di plummeted out of the black hole.

He had been defeated. His powerful imperial body was blasted apart by Di Huang's fist, and even his primordial spirit was not spared, shattered by Ming Di's palm.

Shi Xue Mo Di knelt in defeat. Two against one—he had no choice but to submit.

As an emperor, he must have felt deeply aggrieved. He had come from afar, intending to make a grand show of power.

But instead of succeeding, he had been thoroughly dealt with.

The Tian Mo army was completely wiped out, and even he, a great emperor-level figure, could not escape annihilation. His defeat was beyond miserable.

The people of the Ming Jie felt dizzy, watching with lingering excitement.

That was an emperor! And he had been slaughtered. Thinking about it now, it all felt somewhat unreal. So, even great emperors could be killed.

In the void, Ming Di and Di Huang descended as well.

The two had slain an emperor, and both were stained with imperial killing intent.

Shi Xue Mo Di had been exterminated, yet they seemed completely unaffected. Even in a one-on-one fight, they could have slain him.

This time, with two against one, it was simply to save time.

We have the numbers. When we can gang up, we absolutely won't fight alone.

With this extra time, who knows, they might even catch another great emperor.

And so, the two slipped back into the void, standing guard near the Qing Tian Mo Zhu. They were certain that a second emperor would arrive.

Ye Chen knew this best and was fully aware of it.

Back in the day, right after he had slain an emperor, a second one had tried to descend.

If he hadn't broken the Qing Tian Mo Zhu and destroyed that passage, the second great emperor would likely have arrived by now.

Given the state of Da Chu at that time, they definitely couldn't have stopped a second emperor.

The result would have been the complete destruction of Da Chu, with no one—whether ordinary people, cultivators, or even Tian Xuan Gate—able to escape.

After a long wait, the Qing Tian Mo Zhu showed no signs of activity.

The Ming Jie armies lined up beyond the Xiu Luo Hai, not daring to set foot inside.

They couldn't participate in a supreme emperor's war. Even a minor aftershock could kill a peak quasi-emperor on the spot.

They only needed to watch as spectators, witnessing the slaughter of an emperor with their own eyes.

In the void above, Ye Chen sat down and took out the sealed bronze furnace containing the Dan Mo. He said nothing, quietly observing the Dan Mo inside.

The Dan Mo's face was deathly pale, filled with terror.

Though sealed in the bronze furnace, he had seen everything clearly.

That was their great emperor—a ruler of a domain, supremely exalted and invincible—yet he had been slaughtered.

Ye Chen raised his hand, sending streams of memory immortal light one after another.

However, they were all ineffective. This was his first time encountering such a situation.

It was different from the cases of Ji Ning Shuang, Xi Yan, and Chu Xuan.

When the memory immortal light entered their sea of consciousness, it couldn't merge but still remained, and under stimulation, it could unlock memories.

For the Dan Mo, the memory immortal light simply vanished.

After multiple attempts with no success, Ye Chen had no choice but to retract his divine ability. He would have to seek help from Di Huang and Ming Di.

In the midst of this long wait, three days and nights passed quietly.

It was not until the fourth day that he stood up, detecting the aura of an emperor from the Qing Tian Mo Zhu. The second great emperor was about to arrive.

Beyond the Xiu Luo Hai, everyone in the Ming Jie perked up.

The most alert were Ming Di and Di Huang, with imperial immortal techniques already forming in their palms, ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment.

The Qing Tian Mo Zhu trembled, and a divine light shot out.

Di Huang and Ming Di's divine eyes gleamed with surprise, about to strike.

However, before they could act, that Tian Mo Di retracted back into the Qing Tian Mo Zhu in a flash. His movements were incredibly swift.

Even Ming Di and Di Huang were caught off guard.

"You're quite the slippery one! That speed is god-like!"

The people of the Ming Jie wore expressions of amazement, their mouths twitching. If the two supreme beings hadn't reacted in time, what chance did they have?

They had truly underestimated this one. He was far more cunning than Shi Xue Mo Di.

Seeing the situation was unfavorable, he turned and fled. As an emperor, you didn't even say a word before leaving—that was just too abrupt.

We didn't even get a clear look at you; all we saw was a flash of light.

It had to be said, a great emperor's escape posture naturally carried an air of dominance, with movements that exuded an overbearing majesty.