Chapter 1716: Annihilation

"Kill." With a fleeting thought, Qing Luan Laozu left the immortal mountain, marking what would be her final battle before her allotted lifespan ended.

"Kill." Qing Luan Shengzhu let out a fierce roar, personally steering the war chariot and leading the army in a charge, surging forward at the forefront.

The Huo Feng Clan, upon seeing this, fled even faster, their wails echoing through the heavens.

With their three Laozu completely annihilated and no Quasi-Emperor left to hold the line, while the enemy, including Qing Luan Laozu, boasted three Quasi-Emperors, how could they possibly fight?

The battle was already lost; all that remained was to escape.

Behind them, Ye Chen and Ming Jue treaded the vast sky with incredible speed, sweeping forth with overwhelming murderous aura that made the void rumble and shake.

The two of them were bloodthirsty in their frenzy, leaving trails of figures turning to ash wherever they passed—the weakest among them being Saint Kings.

Qing Luan Laozu joined the assault, targeting Great Saints specifically.

As for the lesser foes, the Qing Luan army rolled over them, swallowing them up entirely, and the Huo Feng Clan forces collapsed like a crumbling mountain.

The heavens and earth were stained crimson from this pursuit, drenched in blood.

Like a vast ocean of figures surging onward, massive mountains and peaks collapsed one after another, with the stench of blood permeating the nine heavens.

"Dao friend, save my Huo Feng Clan. This favor will never be forgotten."

As the Huo Feng Clan fled, they shouted for help along the way, crying out to any ancient city they passed, hoping for Quasi-Emperor allies to unite and assist.

Hearing this, countless reclusive Quasi-Emperors couldn't help but sneer.

Save the Huo Feng Clan? A favor that would never be forgotten? What a joke.

Ye Chen could be considered a benefactor, yet what had the Huo Feng Clan done? They repaid kindness with enmity through such treacherous actions—who would dare help them now?

Who could guarantee that after eliminating Ye Chen, they wouldn't turn around and bite back?

As for other cultivators, they simply ignored the pleas. Not only was I no Quasi-Emperor, but even if I were, I wouldn't help.

This was one reason; the second was the Huo Feng Clan's reputation.

Relying on their strength, they had bullied all sides, acting arrogantly and overbearingly, making their name in the Ling Domain utterly infamous. Seeking help was already more than they deserved—they were lucky not to be attacked as well.

And there was a third reason, the most important one.

Who were Ye Chen and Ming Jue? Absolute ruthless figures. Provoking them would lead to consequences not worth imagining.

With no one to aid them, the Huo Feng Clan's hearts turned ice-cold, and they continued their flight.

This chase and escape stretched across millions of li, showing no signs of ending.

Ahead, a cluster of immortal mountains came into view, shrouded in swirling mists and hazy ethereal light, truly resembling a paradise on earth.

That was the Huo Feng Clan's immortal mountain, grand and imposing.

The fastest among the Huo Feng Clan had already darted into the mountains, with more pouring in, activating various protective barriers in their wake.

Ye Chen and Ming Jue arrived first, wasting no words as they launched their attack.

The two were ferocious, positioning themselves one on the left and one on the right in the void, right at the mountain gate, bombarding it with strikes that grew more intense each time.

Ming Jue was somewhat restrained, but Ye Chen's killing intent was uncontrollable.

To combat the heavenly demons, the myriad realms of the heavens had fought with such ferocity, yet the Huo Feng Clan, far from showing gratitude, had even struck out.

Such ingratitude demanded retribution—exterminating their nine clans and severing their lineage was the only way to honor the spirits of the fallen heroes.

Qing Luan Laozu and the Qing Luan army soon arrived, deploying hundreds of void killing formations across the sky, with terrifying magical weapons everywhere.

The Huo Feng Clan members all wore pale, trembling expressions.

How many years had it been since the Huo Feng Clan had been so utterly devastated? Their three Laozu were all gone, and countless experts in the clan lay dead or wounded.

But this was far from over; those two murderous gods outside were determined to wipe them out, leaving no one in the entire clan to escape.

"Not long ago, they were besieging the Qing Luan Clan, and now the tables have turned."

"This war has been completely reversed because of two minor Saints and two ultimate Dao Emperor Weapons. What a catastrophic disaster leading to clan extermination!"

"From today onward, the Ling Domain will no longer have the Huo Feng Clan."

Spectators had followed and gathered around the periphery, standing in the void with hands clasped, watching the spectacle unfold and sighing incessantly.

Among them were elderly Quasi-Emperors, yet none stepped forward to plead for mercy.

In this situation, who would dare speak up? Better to grow old quietly and avoid meddling in such affairs.

Amid the discussions, Ye Chen and Ming Jue simultaneously activated their Emperor Weapons.

The two Emperor Weapons intertwined their imperial might, their Dao laws fusing in an instant to form a beam of immortal light, its power utterly devastating.

The Huo Feng Clan's protective barrier was torn open with a gap, and Ye Chen, like a phantom god, transformed into a streak of divine light and instantly entered.

"Stop him!" A Huo Feng Clan Great Saint roared hoarsely, as figures swarmed forward. If the barrier was breached, true destruction would follow.

"Get back!" Ye Chen's shout thundered like lightning, shaking the heavens.

His ultimate Dao Emperor Sword hummed as it slashed out an immortal river, even Great Saints struggling to withstand it, let alone Saint Kings, who fell in droves.

He activated his Hegemon Body, manifesting it externally as a hundred-zhang golden giant, coordinating with the Emperor Sword in a masterful display of group combat.

The Huo Feng Clan's peaks were trampled one by one, and their palaces and pavilions collapsed amid the chaos.

Huo Feng Clan experts charged forward relentlessly, but none could hold him back.

With a single sword strike from within, he cleaved a massive hole in the barrier.

Ming Jue charged in instantly, swinging a palm that split a Great Saint in two.

The slaughter began, with no pity to be found—these two were like death gods from hell, reaping lives one after another.

The vast Huo Feng Clan territory was thrown into utter disarray by the pair.

As for the Qing Luan Clan, they had the entire Huo Feng Clan immortal mountain surrounded.

Any who tried to flee were blasted apart the moment they emerged, whether Great Saints or Heavenly Realm experts, none escaped.

Screams and wails blended into one, turning this once-beautiful paradise into a hellish abyss, soaked in blood.

"These two are too fierce—that's the Huo Feng Clan, after all!"

"Retribution, pure retribution. They struck at their savior and deserved to be wiped out. This is the legendary cycle of karma."

"They were arrogant and overbearing in the past; now, their downfall has finally come."

Outside the immortal mountain, crowds of cultivators gathered, watching in shock and horror, none daring to approach for fear of getting caught in the aftermath.

The rumbling eventually faded, and the screams ceased.

The entire Huo Feng Clan immortal mountain was reduced to flat ground, a true mountain of corpses and river of blood, forming a world of crimson.

A major powerhouse of the Ling Realm had finally become history amid the bloodshed.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Ming Jue and Ye Chen walked out side by side.

They were covered in blood, every visible part of their bodies stained, with a path of blood and bones laid out behind them.

Ye Chen's expression was indifferent, the Emperor Sword in his hand dripping with blood.

This time, it was a lesson in blood—to let the entire Ling Domain know that their lives had been bought with countless heroic souls.

He had given the Huo Feng Clan chances, but they hadn't seized them.

Since that was the case, they would be eradicated—such was the cruel law, demanding iron-fisted methods in this world.

The onlookers wisely cleared a path for the two.

As Ye Chen passed, many bowed with hands clasped in respect.

Ye Chen was worthy of admiration, deserving of their homage. Without him, this Ling Realm might have already turned to dust in history.

The two said nothing, striding through the sky and gradually disappearing from view.

This time, the spectators did not follow, merely gazing quietly into the distance.

Many old-timers stroked their beards, resolving to maintain good relations with the Qing Luan Clan in the future and avoid provoking them at all costs.

Some individuals, however, rushed to the ruins of the Huo Feng Clan.

Their goal was to search for treasures, but after scouring the area, not a single treasure or even a source stone was found.

At this, everyone stroked their chins thoughtfully.

Evidently, those two ruthless figures not only excelled in battle but were also masters at looting, leaving nothing behind.

"Thank you, young friend, for your aid." On the return journey, Qing Luan Laozu expressed deep gratitude. Without the two of them, the Qing Luan Clan would surely have been destroyed.

"It was just a small effort." The two responded in unison, even casually adjusting their hair afterward.

Qing Luan Laozu chuckled, though for some reason, seeing their gestures made her hands itch with the urge to strike.

Not just her—the group of Qing Luan Clan elders felt the same impulse, tempted to pin them down and give them a thorough beating.

"Here, your son-in-law." Ming Jue released the Huo Feng Crown Prince.

The moment he was freed, the Qing Luan Clan's young disciples pounced on him, brandishing cold killing swords with eyes full of murderous intent.

All of this was because of him—the Qing Luan Clan had nearly faced total disaster.

The Huo Feng Crown Prince was terrified, his face deathly pale and bloodless, his body trembling uncontrollably, his mind on the verge of collapse.

His arrogance had brought unimaginable calamity upon the Huo Feng Clan.

He was the clan's sinner; even in the underworld, he couldn't escape his people's wrath. All the trouble had stemmed from him.

Regret washed over him—he truly regretted provoking someone he shouldn't have. Karma had come full circle, and he could not escape death.

What followed was a rather bloody scene, but it brought immense satisfaction.

Like a tidal wave, the figures surged back toward the Qing Luan Clan immortal mountain.

The return journey was filled with laughter; this battle had been thoroughly exhilarating, venting years of pent-up frustration and allowing them to stand tall once more.

Soon, the aroma of wine filled the entire immortal mountain, with banquets on every peak, like a grand festival, lively and joyous.

"Come on, this is a reward from me." Ye Chen presented a purple-robed Quasi-Emperor's life-bound weapon, a red sword, to Chu Ling'er. The gains from this battle were no ordinary haul.

"Thank you for the reward, grandfather." Chu Ling played along, her words so charming they tingled to the bone, sounding just like those from a pleasure house.

"Serve grandfather well, and there'll be more rewards." Ye Chen grinned slyly.

"You're getting bold." Chu Ling smiled sweetly, placing her jade hand on Ye Chen's thigh and nearly twisting off a chunk of flesh.

Ye Chen grimaced in pain, instantly behaving himself.

Bai Zhi stifled a laugh nearby. This couple was truly entertaining.

Still, recalling the scenes from the mortal realm, these were mere trifles. Ye Chen's family were all exceptional characters.

"Qing Luan girl, do you remember what you said before?"

"What did I say?"

"I slew the Huo Feng Laozu, and you'd share a bridal chamber with me."

"I—I didn't say that."

"We're not ones to go back on our word."

"Anyway, I didn't say it."

"Hey." Ming Jue was about to erupt, but Ye Chen held him back, slipping a small packet into his hand.

"This is a specialty from the Ming Realm; it works just as well in the Ling Realm."

"Is this appropriate?" Ming Jue said, though his hands moved quickly, tucking it away, then reaching into Ye Chen's robes to grab a few more packets.

"Fellow traveler." Ye Chen sighed contentedly.