Chapter 1722: Don't Ask for Trouble

Chapter 1722: Don't Seek Trouble for Yourself

"It's you. Then you shall pay with blood."

Ye Chen spoke with a leisurely smile, his pair of divine eyes flashing with brilliant golden light.

"Overestimating your abilities."

The purple-robed Zhundi sneered, suddenly reaching out to grab Ye Chen from the sky. The Zhundi-level pressure surged, his palm like a mountain, suppressing the void and shattering space.

"Destroying you is more than enough."

Ye Chen snorted coldly, stepping forward and shattering the firmament. With one Ba Huang Fist, he incorporated hundreds of divine abilities, evolving to the extreme in the realm of Taiji.

Their palm and fist collided, booming and splitting the heavens and earth, causing the surrounding mountains to collapse.

However, what shocked everyone was that the purple-robed Zhundi elder was actually forced back by Ye Chen's punch, with blood overflowing from his mouth.

"Incredible!"

Many people were stunned, somewhat bewildered.

"That young man is clearly just a Saint, yet he can repel a Zhundi."

"Must be borrowing external power."

An old man stroked his beard. "Earlier, he crushed that arrow, which is the best proof."

Sounds of astonishment continued, and many old Zhundi narrowed their eyes.

As Zhundi themselves, they could see it clearly—it was indeed external power, and an extremely powerful one at that: a Jidao Emperor Weapon, the lifelong artifact of a Great Emperor.

Since it was a Jidao Emperor Weapon, Ye Chen's identity was easy to guess.

In the Ling Realm, only two people possessed Jidao Emperor Weapons: Ye Chen and Ming Jue, and the weapons were with them.

But regardless of which of the two it was, the consequences would be dire.

Because the two were close friends, provoking one was the same as provoking both, essentially no difference.

On the other side, the purple-robed Zhundi steadied himself, his pair of sinister eyes fixed dead on Ye Chen. "A Jidao Emperor Weapon."

"You figured that out too."

Ye Chen chuckled leisurely.

"Who exactly are you?"

The purple-robed elder asked coldly.

"Guess."

Ye Chen said, then used Shrinking Earth into an Inch to charge forward, saying no more as he unleashed the Ba Huang Fist with overwhelming dominance.

The purple-robed Zhundi's expression changed, hastily summoning a protective shield.

However, his shield was feeble before Ye Chen, shattering upon impact, and even he was shaken to spit blood.

"Are you really going all out to the death?"

The man was enraged, his furious roar shaking the heavens and earth. As a Zhundi, he was thoroughly incensed.

"It's not to the death—it's your death."

Ye Chen's killing intent was icy cold as he instantly closed in again, unleashing the Six Meridians Finger with unmatched annihilation.

Blood splattered as the purple-robed Zhundi's chest was pierced with a bloody hole, and terrifying killing energy surged into his body.

Ye Chen didn't stop, pursuing and attacking relentlessly, unleashing divine abilities and secret techniques one after another, beating the purple-robed Zhundi until he was covered in blood and bones.

The heavens trembled, space collapsed in pieces, turning everything into chaos.

The purple-robed Zhundi roared, his hair disheveled and face ferocious, but he couldn't withstand Ye Chen's assault, forced to keep his head down.

The onlookers were all swallowing hard. Even with external power, this was terrifyingly fierce—that was a Zhundi!

"You lot, if not now, when?"

The purple-robed Zhundi fought while retreating and shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the nine heavens.

However, no one responded, let alone offered help.

It wasn't that they didn't want to intervene, but they didn't dare. Knowing there was a Jidao Emperor Weapon, who would go looking for trouble unless they had a death wish?

"Join forces to suppress him and divide his origin and Jidao Emperor Weapon."

Seeing no rescue, the purple-robed Zhundi shouted again.

Indeed, as soon as he said this, the Zhundi hidden in the shadows were tempted, their pairs of withered eyes flickering with sharp light.

"Standing there watching is fine, but don't you dare seek trouble for yourselves."

Sensing the hidden killing intent from all sides, Ye Chen spoke firmly—this was a warning. If anyone moved, he wouldn't hold back.

"What a rare opportunity."

The purple-robed Zhundi didn't give up, still roaring to summon strong experts from all directions for aid.

"Still not behaving?"

Ye Chen cursed and charged with his sword.

"Suppress him for me."

The purple-robed Zhundi's brow shot out divine light, transforming into a bronze mirror engraved with divine patterns and surrounded by thunderous energy—it was his lifelong Zhundi artifact, radiating with ten thousand beams of divine light, like a blazing sun.

This artifact was extremely fierce, its divine beams piercing the void, utterly destructive; even a Great Saint would feel their scalp tingle.

"A Zhundi artifact is impressive?"

Ye Chen sneered and swung his sword to strike.

Awkwardly, the purple-robed Zhundi's lifelong artifact was cleaved by Ye Chen's sword, as easily as cutting tofu.

One was an Emperor Weapon, the other a Zhundi artifact—absolute level suppression. No matter how impressive the Zhundi artifact, it couldn't resist a Jidao Emperor Weapon.

With his artifact destroyed, the purple-robed Zhundi suffered backlash, his divine body cracking as fresh blood sprayed, and he staggered back, vomiting blood wildly.

"Settled down now?"

Ye Chen advanced, his brow bursting with divine light—it was the Ninefold Unity of Shen Shang, targeting the primordial spirit.

The purple-robed Zhundi was hit on the spot, his sea of consciousness buzzing and his head on the verge of exploding. It wasn't that Ye Chen's primordial spirit was strong, but that strike carried Emperor Might, severely injuring even a Zhundi.

"In your next life, don't provoke those you shouldn't."

Ye Chen's eyes flashed with cold light as he thrust his sword straight toward the elder's brow.

"No, no, no."

The purple-robed elder's eyes bulged, his pupils contracting tightly. Even as a Zhundi, he feared death.

In an instant, he felt his body plunge into an ice cave, his mind sucked into an abyss, with the aura of death enveloping him completely.

However, in that split second, a dark light suddenly manifested, striking Ye Chen's Emperor Sword exactly.

The sword's path deviated instantly. What should have been a fatal strike only grazed the purple-robed Zhundi's shoulder, its power dissipating.

The purple-robed Zhundi fled in panic, escaping far away, his face pale as death. If not for that rescue, he would have already descended to the underworld.

Ye Chen didn't pursue but turned his gaze toward the western void.

There, a black shadow flickered in and out of existence, illusory and elusive, sometimes fading and sometimes solidifying, its face indistinguishable—only its eyes were ice-cold and desolate, emitting a ghostly light.

It was a Zhundi, and moreover, the black-robed Zhundi who had stood on the opposite mountain peak earlier, extremely formidable.

"Senior, you want in on this too?"

Ye Chen smiled leisurely.

"Sparing someone when you can is the way."

The black-robed Zhundi said indifferently.

"What if I insist on killing him?"

Ye Chen looked at him with a smile.

"Young junior, you're truly arrogant."

Before the black-robed Zhundi could speak, a cold snort echoed, carrying immense authority.

As the words fell, a figure manifested in the eastern void.

It was an elder in white robes, a genuine Zhundi, his cultivation and combat power no less than that of the black-robed Zhundi.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, young friend. Your killing intent is too heavy."

From the northern sky, a golden-robed Zhundi appeared.

"Such heavy killing intent will hinder your path to true enlightenment."

In the southern heavens, a fourth Zhundi emerged, his silver robes billowing, his Zhundi might crushing the heavens and earth, even slightly surpassing the black-robed Zhundi.

"Go on, kill away!"

The purple-robed Zhundi grinned ferociously, his eyes filled with savage light as he glared at Ye Chen through gritted teeth.

"Heavens! Five Zhundi-level experts—that person is done for!"

The spectators watched from afar, their hearts trembling.

"Several Zhundi seniors, you truly think highly of this junior."

Ye Chen said while lightly brushing dust off his shoulder. "It seems you don't plan to let me leave alive."

"Put down the Emperor Sword, and you may leave safely."

The white-robed Zhundi stroked his beard, his divine eyes calm as still water, standing in the void like an immortal with natural Dao essence.

"A family heirloom like the Emperor Weapon—how can I just give it up?"

Ye Chen blew on the sword, then wiped it with his sleeve, polishing it until it shone brightly.

"In that case, we'll end you today."

The golden-robed Zhundi shouted coldly, but before he could finish, he stopped abruptly.

The reason was simple—Ye Chen had turned and run.

Yes, he ran, his escape posture full of unbridled energy.

The five Zhundi were collectively stunned for a second, and the spectators were also taken aback. They had thought Ye Chen was so composed that he might take on six at once, but in a flash, he had fled.

Completely without warning, even the five great Zhundi hadn't reacted in time.

Notably, he ran extraordinarily fast, like a streak of light, vanishing in an instant.

"Chase!"

After a breath of hesitation, the purple-robed Zhundi was the first to pursue, their grudge already formed. Letting Ye Chen live would bring endless trouble; if not him, then Ye Chen would kill him one day.

"Chase."

The black-robed Zhundi, white-robed Zhundi, golden-robed Zhundi, and silver-robed Zhundi followed suit.

They had no grudge against Ye Chen; it was just that the Emperor Weapon was too enticing. With it, they could dominate the entire Ling Realm.

If they could comprehend the Emperor Dao immortal laws from the Jidao Emperor Weapon, becoming an Emperor might not be impossible.

"Hurry, hurry!"

The watching cultivators also surged like a tide—this would be a grand spectacle, not inferior to the destruction of the Huofeng Clan.