Chapter 1715: Magnificent Afterwards

"Good." The shouts echoed like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth, emanating from Qing Luan Xian Shan.

The members of the Qing Luan clan were elated, their blood boiling as they watched. Unable to rush out to join the fight, they roared their support for the two warriors from within the mountain.

Qing Luan Lao Zu wanted to go out, but she held herself back. The protective barrier of the Qing Luan clan required her, as a Zhun Di, to maintain it. If not for her concern for her people, she would have charged out to take down an enemy.

"What a spectacular scene," Bai Zhi said with a light smile.

"I just hope nothing goes wrong," Chu Ling said, still worried. She was afraid, afraid that Ye Chen might face another mishap.

Qing Luan remained silent, quietly gazing into the distance at Ming Jue.

He was truly a peerless hero, perfectly matching the hero of her dreams. As a beauty herself, she naturally admired heroes.

As she watched, a faint blush crept across her cheeks.

Her heart stirred like a flower blooming, and she had never felt this strange toward any male cultivator before. Perhaps this was love.

Meanwhile, outside the mountain, the Huo Feng clan army was in complete chaos.

Because Ye Chen and Ming Jue were fighting so fiercely that the two enemy elders couldn't lift their heads, and the sheer scale of the battle was affecting swathes of people with its shockwaves.

Only those at the Da Sheng level dared to approach, and even weaker Da Shengs were in for a rough time, getting obliterated as soon as they got close.

"Help me!" The cries rang out simultaneously from the two.

It was Huo Feng Lao Zu and the Bai Pao Zhun Di, beaten to a bloody pulp by Ming Jue and Ye Chen, now calling for aid.

The third elder of the Huo Feng clan, the Zi Pao Zhun Di, rushed in to assist.

Considering Ye Chen's fearsome reputation, he went to help the Bai Pao Zhun Di, while the many Da Shengs of the Huo Feng clan banded together to surround Ming Jue.

"Bring on two more, and I'll still beat you to tears," Ye Chen boasted boldly, flipping the Zi Pao Zhun Di the moment he arrived.

"Die!" The Bai Pao Zhun Di soared into the sky, wielding his life-bound weapon to smash down from above, causing patches of the virtual heavens to collapse.

It was a terrifying Zhun Di artifact, one that had been bathed in phoenix blood, forged from special divine iron, and engraved with divine patterns.

But to Ye Chen, it was nothing more than a decoration.

He still relied on Ba Huang, having integrated all other secret techniques into a single punch. It was as if he held the universe in his hand, manifesting Chaos Wuji.

This punch was incredibly fierce, shattering the Zhun Di artifact on impact.

With his life-bound weapon destroyed, the Bai Pao Zhun Di suffered backlash and staggered backward, each step crushing the space beneath his feet.

Before he could steady himself, Ye Chen was already upon him.

Another punch, even more savage, nearly obliterated half the body of that Zhun Di-level expert, leaving blood and bones exposed.

"Perish!" The Zi Pao Zhun Di, who had been knocked down earlier, charged back in, swinging his sword to unleash a river of blood-red immortal light.

Ye Chen ignored it completely, neither dodging nor defending.

Then, just as the sword struck, he vanished abruptly.

In his place, the Bai Pao Zhun Di suddenly appeared.

It was the Yi Tian Huan Di secret technique, which he executed flawlessly after years of comprehension, mastering its mysteries to perfection.

Ye Chen had escaped, but the swapped Bai Pao Zhun Di was in for it, struck by the sword without knowing what hit him.

The blow was excruciating; his already mangled body hadn't even healed before half of it was sliced away, nearly splitting him in two.

"You deserve to die," the Zi Pao Zhun Di roared in fury upon injuring his ally, crossing the void in a single step to strike again with his sword.

Ye Chen tried to use the same trick to swap places with the Bai Pao Zhun Di again, but found that the enemy was now on guard.

Unable to swap, Ye Chen evaded the descending sword with a swift dodge.

Then, he ignored the Zi Pao Zhun Di entirely, focusing his attack on the Bai Pao Zhun Di. He knew to strike while the iron was hot.

Realizing Ye Chen's intent, the Bai Pao Zhun Di dared not confront him directly. He healed his bloody wounds while fleeing desperately.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ye Chen stepped through Taixu, catching up in an instant. Golden light burst from his brow as he unleashed the ninefold Shen Shang.

The Bai Pao Zhun Di was hit immediately, his divine sea rumbling loudly.

This Shen Shang struck directly at the primordial spirit, incredibly dominant, especially with the nine paths combined. Even a Zhun Di suffered severe damage.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Chen slapped out with a palm, obliterating the Bai Pao Zhun Di's physical body, leaving only his primordial spirit to flee wildly.

Ye Chen went all out, chasing relentlessly while firing Shen Shang continuously.

The Bai Pao Zhun Di was miserable, his primordial spirit battered repeatedly, on the verge of collapse, his entire state muddled.

The Zi Pao Zhun Di roared in anger, slashing with his sword non-stop as he pursued Ye Chen, who in turn was chasing the Bai Pao Zhun Di.

But Ye Chen paid him no mind, focusing solely on attacking the Bai Pao Zhun Di.

Kill one if you can—that was his motto. He hated being ganged up on.

His strategy worked; he ground down the Bai Pao Zhun Di's primordial spirit bit by bit, devouring all its power.

"You deserve to die," the Zi Pao Zhun Di shouted, thrusting his sword straight through.

"You're next," Ye Chen snorted coldly, not dodging.

The Zi Pao Zhun Di's sword pierced Ye Chen's sacred body, but at the same moment, Ye Chen swung his golden fist, sending the enemy spitting blood.

The battle raged on, shattering the heavens and splitting the earth, with divine light and thunder dancing together.

In the dense ranks of the Huo Feng clan army, two battle circles formed.

One surrounded Ye Chen, the other Ming Jue, with the fights intense and brutal. Groups of figures turned to ash, and others plummeted from the sky.

The Huo Feng clan's virtual heaven killing array had become utterly useless.

It wasn't that the array was weak; it was just that Ye Chen and Ming Jue were too agile. The array's attacks couldn't keep up with their speed.

Their constant barrages missed the targets entirely, instead wiping out their own people in waves—absolutely impressive in its own way.

This wasn't a war; it was a massacre, with lives as cheap as grass and blood raining down, staining the heavens red. The sight was heart-wrenching.

The scene was truly ironic: the mighty army of a clan, beaten to disarray by just two people, on the brink of total collapse.

"Impressive!" The spectators couldn't help swallowing hard, not for the first time.

"Someone who's slain an emperor is just on another level, utterly dominant."

"And who is that other guy? He's savage too, chasing down a Zhun Di like that. His combat power is on par with the Sheng Ti."

Murmurs of amazement and astonishment filled the air, as they witnessed true defiance of the heavens.

The Huo Feng clan's experts all looked pale, having started with an absolute advantage, only to end up on the losing end.

Three elders had been wiped out, with the remaining two barely clinging to life—it was a utter disaster.

As for their Huo Feng Crown Prince, he had fled to the farthest corner of the crowd, staring in sheer terror, his soul trembling.

Only now did he truly understand the kind of existence he had provoked. The bloody scenes were all because of him.

"Domineering!" In contrast, the Qing Luan clan members cheered louder than ever, their voices like crashing waves, swallowing everything.

Amid the roars, two blood-soaked figures plummeted from the sky one after another, their divine light extinguished and their primordial spirits crumbling.

They were Huo Feng Lao Zu and the Zi Pao Zhun Di, both defeated by Ye Chen. Any Zhun Di dignity was long gone as they crashed to the ground.

"Ah!" Both let out earth-shaking roars.

In their final moments, they knew regret. They regretted provoking the Qing Luan clan, leading to their own destruction.

Earlier, Ye Chen had given them a chance to back down, but they had been reckless instead.

He was their benefactor; they both owed him their lives. Now, dying like this was the cycle of karma coming full circle.

In their regretful cries, the two great Zhun Di turned to ash together.

With all three elders destroyed, the Huo Feng clan dared not continue the fight. They discarded their armor and fled in panic, not even glancing back.

Ye Chen and Ming Jue were like death gods, their nightmares.

This sight was ironic: so many powerful experts, more than enough for a fight, yet terrified into fleeing by just two.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ye Chen and Ming Jue's expressions were ice-cold as they pursued and slaughtered. Anyone they caught up to was killed on the spot.

Without a Zhun Di to stop them, no one could withstand even a single strike.

The scene grew even more gruesome, with Da Shengs and Tian Jing cultivators alike turning to blood mist in waves, dyeing the skies red.

They showed no mercy; such was the law of the jungle—you kill me, I kill you. Leave no threats; it was all their own doing.

"Run, keep running." Ming Jue caught up to the Huo Feng Crown Prince.

He despised this guy, who had insulted his beloved and tried to destroy her family—he deserved to die.

"Save me! Save me!" The Huo Feng Crown Prince screamed hoarsely, his face ashen and bloodless, filled with terror, his spirit collapsing.

But no one answered his cries; everyone was focused on escaping.

Save you? After the mess you've caused, dragging the entire Huo Feng clan into disaster?

Seeing no one come to his aid, the Huo Feng Crown Prince fell into total despair.

Gone was his arrogant demeanor; he was like a stray dog, his many evils finally catching up to him.

Ming Jue reached him but didn't kill him outright, sealing him into a bronze furnace instead. He planned to take this one back for Qing Luan to vent her anger.

With that done, he took to the skies, continuing the pursuit of the Huo Feng clan.

Behind the two, they left a trail of blood, with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, scattered limbs, broken weapons, and debris everywhere.

"You can rest easy now," Qing Luan Lao Zu said with a gentle smile, her beautiful eyes filled with a sense of world-weariness as she gazed at the blood-red heavens.

This battle would serve as a deterrent across the entire Ling Yu domain; no force would dare touch the Qing Luan clan again. Otherwise, the Huo Feng clan would be their example.