Chapter 1746: Rage Against Qiongqi

The great battle was brutal and merciless. Qiong Qi fought on relentlessly, undeterred by death, while human cultivators were slaughtered en masse, putting up a fierce resistance but ultimately no match for Qiong Qi's onslaught.

“Escape, quickly escape.”

A white-haired elder among the human cultivators roared in desperation, likely the ancestor of this sect. He was surrounded and attacked by three Qiong Qi working together, watching in horror as his juniors fell one by one, their blood spilling everywhere.

“Escape?”

One Qiong Qi sneered wickedly, opening its maw to spew a bolt of lightning that pierced straight through the white-haired elder. The sight was gruesome and shocking.

“Kill.”

The white-haired elder bellowed in rage, his aged eyes bloodshot as he burned his life essence and unleashed a forbidden technique. His frail, elderly form transformed, becoming youthful in that moment of near-transcendence as he fought desperately.

“Ant.”

Qiong Qi snorted coldly, its massive body lunging forward. The three heads coordinated their assault on the white-haired elder, intent on tearing him apart.

Facing three opponents, the white-haired elder was completely outmatched. His old bones shattered and flew through the air, blood spraying across the starry sky as the Qiong Qi beat him into submission.

The younger human cultivators fared no better, either being obliterated or devoured, their souls scattered under the Qiong Qi's iron hooves.

Blood stained the starry sky red, a gruesome scene where no intact stars remained, and even the flowing sands were tainted with crimson.

Human lives had become cheaper than weeds, living beings buried in the river of stars, reduced to mere dust in history.

“Great Emperor! Open your eyes!”

The human cultivators wept bitterly, their cries of anguish echoing through the stars, a roar from the depths of their souls as they called upon the human race's Da Di to save all living beings from this catastrophe.

“This look of despair is truly exquisite.”

Qiong Qi licked its blood-red tongue, laughing wildly and without restraint, its nature violent and bloodthirsty.

“You think you can leave?”

Another Qiong Qi taunted playfully, its eyes flashing with lightning as it struck the white-haired elder, sending him flying.

The white-haired elder coughed up blood, barely steadying himself before Qiong Qi's iron hoof came crashing down from the air, crushing his aged body.

“Boring.”

A third Qiong Qi charged in, exhaling a divine light—a Yuan Shen secret technique—directly targeting the white-haired elder's true form.

“Ancestor.”

The younger human cultivators screamed, desperate to rush to his aid, but they were like clay bodhisattvas crossing a river—unable to save themselves.

The white-haired elder smiled, his turbid eyes filled with sorrow.

He felt hate—for this corrupt world, for the naked law of survival where the strong ruled and the weak were destined for slaughter.

In his final moments, he also felt guilt, ashamed before his forebears.

An ancient and enduring lineage was about to end with him. Even in the underworld, he would have no face to meet his ancestors.

His arms hung limp, and he gave up resisting. The Qiong Qi clan was too powerful, far beyond his imagination.

Futile struggles were filled with despair, the path ahead pitch black, with no hope or light in sight.

Yet, just before he closed his eyes, a golden glow suddenly appeared. His old eyes instinctively opened, gazing toward it.

It was a figure of golden light, as if emerging from a distant era, crossing the river of time. In the depths of the starry sky, it shone brilliantly, piercing the darkness and bringing forth light.

“Does Zhutian have no one to stand against you?”

The newcomer was the Sheng Ti, surging with overwhelming killing intent. His roar shook the four seas and eight wastelands.

“Still not afraid of death? How entertaining.”

One Qiong Qi grinned menacingly, baring its sharp, white fangs as its mountain-like body pounced toward Ye Chen.

“Get lost.”

Ye Chen shouted coldly, gripping the Jiu Dao Ba Huang and delivering a punch of unmatched dominance that shattered the Qiong Qi's skull.

The Qiong Qi's head exploded, brain matter splattering and blood spraying across the stars, its Yuan Shen and true form obliterated by Ye Chen's single strike.

“This...”

The white-haired elder was stunned, and so were the younger human cultivators, their eyes wide with disbelief. That was a Qiong Qi!

“Impossible.”

The other Qiong Qi glared fiercely, their massive eyes fixed on Ye Chen. Even those in the midst of battle halted, awestruck by Ye Chen's heaven-defying power.

“Pathetic.”

Ye Chen cracked his neck with a fierce twist.

“Arrogant fool. Join forces and kill him.”

The leading Qiong Qi roared in fury, its blood-red eyes spewing flames as it charged forward with primordial energy, its massive hooves shaking the starry sky with thunderous booms.

At the command, all the Qiong Qi abandoned their attacks on the human cultivators and swarmed from every direction.

Ye Chen showed no fear, manifesting a black war spear in his hand. He took a step that bridged vast distances, appearing instantly before the Qiong Qi leader and swinging the spear like a club, smashing it into the creature's massive head.

A miserable cry erupted as the leading Qiong Qi's skull cracked open, its Yuan Shen severely damaged and its body beginning to rupture.

Its size made for a massive amount of blood, flowing like rivers.

Ye Chen pressed the advantage, following up with another spear thrust.

The pitiful Qiong Qi leader couldn't even complete its show of force before being struck down, its head pierced and its Yuan Shen extinguished on the spot.

“Die!”

Another Qiong Qi leaped into the sky, roaring viciously as it stomped down with its iron hoof, aiming to crush Ye Chen into pulp.

Ye Chen smirked, vanishing in an instant and reappearing atop the Qiong Qi. Gripping the spear with both hands, he drove it straight in.

Blood gushed like a fountain from the Qiong Qi, its divine sea destroyed and its Yuan Shen obliterated, killed outright by the spear.

“Swallow.”

A third Qiong Qi pounced, opening its massive maw where a black vortex formed, devouring heaven and earth as it sucked in surrounding debris and blood energy.

Ye Chen was swallowed whole—but it was voluntary on his part.

Swallowing me isn't much of a feat. Digesting me, now that would be impressive. Not just anyone can handle it.

In truth, Ye Chen caused chaos inside, beating the Qiong Qi until it howled in agony.

In less than three seconds, Ye Chen burst out, blasting a bloody hole from within. As he emerged, he delivered a heavenly spear thrust, exploding the Qiong Qi entirely.

In just a few exchanges, Ye Chen had slain four Qiong Qi. The remaining ones thundered with rage, their massive eyes radiating bloodlust.

Ye Chen wasn't intimidated. Qiong Qi might be formidable, but I'm the Sheng Ti—what have I ever backed down from? Trying to scare me won't work.

He unleashed his full might, wielding his war spear and rampaging through the starry sky.

Like a war god, wherever he went, a Qiong Qi fell. Their enormous bodies exploded in the stars, their blood flooding the void and drenching everything in red.

The scene was bloody and savage, a display of utter lawlessness.

The white-haired elder and the younger human cultivators had already fled to a safe distance, their mouths agape and eyes wide in shock, completely frozen.

Who is this guy? Does he have to be this unstoppable? That's Qiong Qi—the first creatures of the primordial world, with incredibly dominant bloodlines.

Yet, this group of ancient beasts was being dominated by a single human cultivator, forced to their knees as they were exterminated one after another.

The human cultivators watched with excitement, their blood boiling. For a moment, they forgot about escaping and became spectators, witnessing it all.

Such a commotion drew even more cultivators, gathering from all sides and staring in awe. “That guy—who is he!”

“I've seen fierce fighters, but never one this fierce. He's defying heaven!”

“How long has it been? This is the first time someone's faced Qiong Qi head-on like this.”

“Truly making the human race proud.” An elder-generation cultivator shouted in approval, “Zhutian is not without heroes, and the human race has its own war gods.”

The elder's words stirred massive waves.

The weaker cultivators, unable to join the fight, pulled out their robes and tied them to their weapons, waving them in cheer for Ye Chen. Their voices roared like ocean tides, sweeping through the stars and making the vast universe tremble.

“Who are you, exactly?”

The Qiong Qi thundered like lightning.

As one of the great primordial clans and among the first beings in the world, they held immense pride. Yet, they were being slaughtered to the point of doubting their existence, their roars and howls shaking the starry dome.

“My name: Chen Ye.”

Ye Chen's declaration rang out with a resounding clang.

His words shook everyone's hearts. All the human cultivators who heard it exchanged glances, confirming they had never heard the name before.

Zhutian hid dragons and crouching tigers, with talents emerging endlessly. They had caught a live one now.

Even they hadn't heard of him, let alone the Qiong Qi.

Ye Chen revealed his identity easily, seeking an air of mystery. He intended to use the name Chen Ye to boldly challenge the primordial clans.

He would reveal his true self, but not in this starry sky.

Xuan Huang was his main battlefield, a path of conquest.

He would appear with the most dominant presence, proclaiming to all realms and heavens through endless warfare that the ancient Sheng Ti, Ye Chen, had returned.