Chapter 1714: Is it really him?

Chapter 1714: Is It Really Him?

“The entire Ling Yu owes him a life, including the Huo Feng clan,” Qing Luan Laozu said in an ethereal tone.

“You say it’s Ye Chen, so it must be Ye Chen? What a joke,” Huo Feng Laozu sneered. “Do you really think I’m that easy to fool?”

“Just grabbing some random person to deceive us,” Huo Feng Taizi grinned maliciously. “Today, your Qing Luan clan is doomed.”

“I should give him a little scare,” Ye Chen said, revealing his origin as he spoke. His golden blood essence surged like blazing flames.

“Desolate Ancient Sheng Ti,” Huo Feng Laozu’s aged eyes flickered with shock.

“Is it really Ye Chen?” The Huo Feng clan erupted in an uproar.

“He’s actually alive?” Spectators from all sides gaped, their mouths dry, staring in disbelief.

It was indeed the Desolate Ancient Sheng Ti. That aura of origin was unmistakable, impossible to imitate. The young man was Ye Chen.

“This is too unexpected. He was supposed to have perished in the starry sky!”

“Even if he’s alive, he should be in the various heavens. How did he end up in Ling Yu?” Many people were puzzled, their heads spinning with constant astonishment.

“The ruthless one who slaughtered two emperors in his lifetime! We’re seeing him in the flesh.” Quite a few took out memory crystals to etch Ye Chen’s image.

This image, if brought back and enshrined, would surely ward off evil.

Huo Feng Laozu frowned again, completely caught off guard.

Ye Chen was still alive, still in Ling Yu, and with the Qing Luan clan. All of this was utterly unforeseen.

Huo Feng Taizi’s face looked the worst, his whole body trembling.

That was Ye Chen, the man who had slain two emperors. Thankfully, he hadn’t acted ruthlessly that day, or he would have been sent to the underworld long ago.

The most fascinating reactions were from the Qing Luan clan members.

Their faces turned to stone, each one stunned and speechless.

Who would have thought that a mere Sheng Ren had such a massive background? No wonder he looked so familiar, and no wonder Qing Luan was protecting him.

If they were in the same position, they would protect him too. He was their benefactor!

Especially those who had cursed Ye Chen before felt deeply ashamed. If they had struck him down that day, it would have been a grave sin.

In an instant, the Qing Luan clan members straightened their backs.

With a world-shaking ruthless figure like Ye Chen on their side, they felt immense confidence.

Though he was only a Sheng Ren, his achievements were glorious! Standing with him was the highest honor.

“You… you slaughtered Great Emperors?” Ming Jue and Bai Zhi’s faces were equally entertaining, their mouths twitching as they looked at Ye Chen.

“How could you not know?” Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

“Now we know.” The two rubbed their brows. They had spent quite some time with Ye Chen, but this was the first they’d heard of it.

Their master must have known, but hadn’t told them!

As disciples of supreme beings, they were truly struck this time.

What kind of world was this? The guy standing next to them had slain two Great Emperors. That record was overwhelming!

“Give me some face and go back where you came from,” Ye Chen shouted. “It’s better to be peaceful. Why always resort to war?”

“So what if it’s Ye Chen? You’re just a Sheng Ren now,” Huo Feng Taizi sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice.

“Are you itching for a beating?” Ye Chen cracked his neck.

“Laozu, he’s the Sheng Ti. If we seize his bloodline, it will be a tremendous fortune.” Huo Feng Taizi glanced at the three Laozu.

As soon as he spoke, the three ancestors’ eyes flashed with greed.

The Desolate Ancient Sheng Ti had a heaven-defying bloodline; at its peak, it could rival emperors. If they absorbed it, the fortune would be otherworldly.

This temptation was irresistible, even for Zhun Di level experts.

Most importantly, Ye Chen was only a Sheng Ren, and the Huo Feng clan held the absolute advantage. So what if he was a benefactor? They would kill him all the same.

With that thought, Huo Feng Laozu suddenly drew his sword, pointing it at Qing Luan Mountain. “Hear my command: Annihilate the Qing Luan clan and capture the Sheng Ti alive.”

Upon hearing this, the spectators’ faces changed dramatically.

They were going after their benefactor! Outright betrayal.

Qing Luan Laozu’s expression grew extremely grave. He had thought mentioning Ye Chen would make the Huo Feng clan show some respect.

But they had no shame at all.

Moreover, they wanted to capture the Sheng Ti alive, their intentions clear. If Ye Chen were caught, his fate would be miserable.

“The people of Ling Yu are quite fierce,” Chu Ling sighed.

“It seems my reputation isn’t big enough, and my face doesn’t carry weight,” Ye Chen smoothed his hair, speaking meaningfully.

“The Qing Luan clan fears no battle!” Qing Luan Shengzhu roared.

“We fear no battle!” The Qing Luan clan members shouted with high spirits.

“Attack.” The Huo Feng clan had already launched their assault. Hundreds of Xu Tian killing formations and over a thousand Xu Tian slaughter arrays fired divine light together.

The Huo Feng clan’s experts were not idle either, unleashing divine weapons, artifacts, secret techniques, and divine powers that swept toward them like a storm.

The heavens trembled, the sky filled with dazzling yet destructive attacks.

Such a barrage could even kill a Zhun Di if they took a hit.

As for the Qing Luan clan’s protective barrier, it hummed violently but held strong. The attacks were powerful, yet it hadn’t been breached.

“Qing Luan girl, tell me which one you don’t like, and I’ll take care of them for you,” Ming Jue said to Qing Luan with a fawning smile.

“We’re in a battle. Don’t joke around,” Qing Luan replied indifferently.

“I’ll pick one myself—the black-robed Zhun Di from the Huo Feng clan,” Ming Jue chuckled. “If I defeat him, will you marry me?”

“Can you stop causing trouble? Are you that idle?” Qing Luan scolded coldly.

“So, do you agree or not?” Ming Jue persisted shamelessly.

“Fine, fine, I agree. If you defeat him, we’ll go to the bridal chamber today,” Qing Luan said impatiently, brushing it off.

“Alright!” Ming Jue’s eyes lit up with excitement, his energy peaking.

His aura surged to its height, with imperial dao laws dancing around him, faintly revealing extreme dao imperial might.

“A Great Emperor?” The Qing Luan clan members were collectively shocked.

“It’s an extreme dao imperial weapon,” Qing Luan Laozu saw it clearly.

Even with a Zhun Di’s composure, he was stunned. He never expected a mere Sheng Ren to carry an extreme dao imperial weapon.

Where did this weapon come from? He was extremely curious about Ming Jue’s identity.

His bloodline was also incredibly dominant, resonating with the imperial weapon, weaving with destructive thunder. His divine eyes seemed to encompass the heavens and earth.

“This guy’s show-off is pretty good,” Ye Chen clicked his tongue.

“Impressive, right?” Ming Jue turned his head and grinned at Qing Luan.

“Very impressive,” Qing Luan’s lips parted slightly, perhaps from shock or surprise, and she unintentionally swore.

From this, it seemed the young man beside her wasn’t joking. With an extreme dao imperial weapon, he had the power to slay a Zhun Di.

And that was exactly the case. Fused with the imperial weapon, Ming Jue’s aura completely overshadowed Qing Luan Laozu’s, making him extraordinarily powerful.

“What about you? Got one?” Ye Chen glanced at Bai Zhi.

“Of course!” Bai Zhi blinked and shrugged.

“Why didn’t you bring one for me?” Ye Chen asked eagerly.

“Ming Di said you’re capable enough on your own, so no need.” Bai Zhi pulled out a small bronze mirror and combed her hair.

“How exciting,” Ye Chen’s face darkened instantly.

The underworld had so many imperial weapons; lending one wouldn’t hurt, and he’d return it. But Ming Di was so stingy.

Of course, he only grumbled this in his mind and didn’t say it out loud.

Who knew if Ming Di was watching? With his temperament, he could curse the Tian Mo Emperor, so anything was possible.

“Here, you can borrow mine,” Bai Zhi thought for a moment, and an imperial sword separated from her body, radiating imperial might and principles.

“Another one?” Qing Luan Laozu was shocked again, his eyes widening.

How many imperial weapons were there? What kind of people were these two?

The entire Ling Yu didn’t have a single one, yet these two Sheng Ren each had one. Were they trying to make everyone jealous?

“Now that’s thoughtful,” Ye Chen flashed a toothy grin.

His aura also surged to its peak, reaching Zhun Di level, even surpassing Ming Jue’s by a notch.

The two stood side by side, like peerless immortal kings or war gods of the eight wastelands, their pressure making even Qing Luan Laozu feel suppressed.

The Qing Luan clan members were energized. The Qing Luan clan was about to turn the tide.

As expected, with a ruthless figure like Ye Chen, who had slain two emperors, they had solid backing. Even without emperor-slaying power, he wasn’t to be trifled with.

And the two allies he brought were incredibly fierce.

Forget their bloodlines—just the two extreme dao imperial weapons alone meant no one in Ling Yu would dare provoke them.

“Ye Chen, be careful,” Chu Ling warned, her expression worried.

“I’ve slain emperors; these guys are nothing,” Ye Chen laughed and stepped out, shattering the void and closing the distance in an instant as he charged forward.

“Let’s go,” Ming Jue shouted, shaking the nine heavens, following right behind.

“Hmm?” Seeing the two charge out, the Huo Feng clan army paused for a second. How dare they run into the attacks?

The spectators were also stunned. Were these two fools?

But in the next instant, they sensed something off. The two’s auras weren’t those of Sheng Ren—they were Zhun Di, and not ordinary ones.

“How is that possible?” Huo Feng Laozu exclaimed in shock.

“Two extreme dao imperial weapons,” another Laozu cried out.

“That black-robed old fool is mine,” Ming Jue had already pounced, ignoring the attacks and heading straight for Huo Feng Laozu.

“Arrogant!” Huo Feng Laozu snorted coldly and struck with a palm that covered the sky. “Do you really think an imperial weapon can rival me?”

“Defeating you is a done deal,” Ming Jue dominated, punching through the palm print and forcing Huo Feng Laozu to stagger back.

“Impossible,” Huo Feng Laozu’s face twisted fiercely.

“Nothing’s impossible.” Ming Jue closed in, his hand like a divine blade infused with many secret techniques, slashing Huo Feng Laozu down.

“You were the loudest one earlier,” Ye Chen rampaged through the nine heavens, targeting the white-robed Zhun Di of the Huo Feng clan.

“Seeking death,” the white-robed Zhun Di roared, thrusting a finger of divine light that pierced the void with devastating power.

“Where’s your confidence coming from?” Ye Chen dodged instantly with his movement technique and closed the distance in a flash, appearing before the white-robed Zhun Di.

The white-robed Zhun Di’s expression changed; Ye Chen’s speed was eerily unpredictable.

He tried to retreat, but Ye Chen was faster. From across the sky, Ye Chen unleashed a punch that shattered the eternal heavens, striking through the vast dome.

The white-robed Zhun Di nearly collapsed, vomiting blood from the impact.

Everyone was shocked—whether spectators, the Huo Feng clan, or the Qing Luan clan. The two were terrifyingly strong.

These were real Zhun Di, defeated in a single move.

With extreme dao imperial weapons boosting them, it was beyond excessive.

But no one knew the depth of Ye Chen and Ming Jue’s foundations.

Ye Chen carried the Chen Zhan origin, Ba Yuan sacred bone, and Di Huang divine treasury—the three most astonishing Sheng Ti, overwhelmingly dominant.

Ming Jue, as an emperor’s disciple, bore the Great Emperor’s inheritance; every secret technique was an imperial dao immortal law, utterly fearsome.

The two represented the peak of an era.