Chapter 1766: Let's be cool too?

"Disturbing this emperor's peace, you all deserve to die." While Ye Chen and Kui Niu were discussing matters, Tian Shuo started howling like a wolf again, leveraging his father's prestige to intimidate everyone and striking with ruthless force. Wherever he went, one of the Hong Huang Six Clans' warships would sink.

"Bro, let me calculate with my fingers—Xuan Gu Da Di's son is quite the character," Kui Niu said, stroking his chin with a meaningful smile.

"I like his style too," Li Changsheng replied, hands tucked in his sleeves, speaking with a tone of earnest advice. "I even want to draw some blood from him."

"Once this battle is over, let's have a couple of drinks," Ye Chen laughed heartily, then dashed off in the opposite direction to continue bombarding the warships.

"You got it." Tian Shuo swung his sword again, splitting a perfectly intact warship of the Tao Wu Clan right in half.

"Disturbing this emperor's peace, you all deserve to die." On the other side, Ye Chen joined in the howling, his voice majestic and icy, exuding overwhelming dominance.

And so, the two worked together, one heading east and the other west, their howls growing louder than the last, their attacks more ferocious than before.

From the sea's surface, it looked like the Hong Huang Six Clans' warships in the eastern and western directions were racing ahead, but as they went, they began to shatter one after another, sinking without any warning.

The Hong Huang Six Clans were all terrified, urging their warships to retreat. Perhaps in their panic, they lost all sense of direction, leading to frequent collisions, turning the whole scene into utter chaos, with none of their former grandeur left.

What a sight it was—several thousand warships, protected by nineteen quasi-emperors, yet they were forced into such a wretched state.

"The great emperor has manifested! The great emperor has manifested!" Watching that spectacular scene and hearing those cold, majestic voices, the human cultivators from all sides grew excited, firmly believing that Xuan Gu Da Di had appeared to bury the Hong Huang Six Clans in the Star Sea.

"Damn it!" The quasi-emperors of the Six Clans were furious, their eyes bloodshot and faces twisted in rage, as they escorted their warships in retreat, driven to madness by their anger.

"Not so fast." Ye Chen suddenly darted under another warship, merging his Nine Paths and Eight Wastelands into one, punching straight through the hull from below.

Everyone on board, whether great saints or saints, plummeted into the sea, and a massive wave swept them all under, dragging them to the depths.

Only then did they see who was causing the chaos, their eyes bulging and pupils contracting in horror, as if witnessing something terrifying. They frantically swam upward, fleeing for their lives.

Ye Chen sneered, his quasi-emperor sword humming as he pointed it remotely at the Hong Huang Clan members.

In the next instant, thousands of swords resonated, empowered by quasi-emperor might, unleashing devastating power. They pierced through the seawater, and none of the fleeing Hong Huang Clan members could withstand it—they all met a gruesome end.

Blood stained the Star Sea red, and the roaring waves were tinged with crimson.

Ye Chen moved swiftly along the sea floor, collecting the bodies of the Hong Huang Clan members and any scattered treasures, stuffing them all into his bronze furnace with quick efficiency. The furnace formed its own realm, piled high with treasures.

"Save me!" As Ye Chen was happily gathering his loot, he heard cries for help from Tian Shuo's direction, the wails shaking to the core.

Ye Chen glanced over and couldn't help but twitch his mouth. The one calling for help wasn't Tian Shuo—it was a Teng She Clan quasi-emperor. For some reason, he had been dragged into the Star Sea by Tian Shuo. Every time he tried to escape, Tian Shuo pulled him back, his powers suppressed, making him no match for Tian Shuo.

"Impressive!" Li Changsheng exclaimed, peeking out from the furnace opening with a whistle of admiration.

"How did he get dragged in?" Kui Niu scratched his head in confusion. A quasi-emperor was flying above the Star Sea—how could someone pull him down?

"The imperial path inheritance is truly extraordinary," Ye Chen sighed in amazement.

"Let's pull one down ourselves! A quasi-emperor's treasures must be plentiful." The two eagerly rubbed their hands together and looked at Ye Chen.

"Want to go wild for a bit?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, then looked up, searching for a target. He had originally planned to go after Shan that old dog, but couldn't spot him—only a Qiong Qi Clan quasi-emperor was in sight.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly, sail out of the Star Sea!" As he watched, the Qiong Qi quasi-emperor was howling loudly, protecting his clan's warships as they fled toward Xuan Huang Continent without a moment's delay.

"You're the one." Ye Chen advanced through the Star Sea, following him. He just needed to drag him in, and the rest would be easy.

Vaguely, he could see the Qiong Qi quasi-emperor's face twisted in fury, watching his warships sink one by one—it was maddening.

What frustrated him most was that his powers were completely unusable, with no target in sight, leaving him stifled to the point of explosion.

As he spoke, Ye Chen struck again, punching a warship to pieces with one blow. The people on board were blasted into the air, the weaker ones turning to blood mist on the spot, their souls dispersing.

The survivors fared no better—a wave crashed over them, sweeping everyone into the Star Sea, great saints included.

"Save me, ancestor! Save me!" The ones in the water shouted desperately, flailing in the Star Sea. Their powers were bound, making them no different from ordinary people—like ducks out of water, choking on the seawater.

"Damn it!" The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor erupted in rage, diving down from the sky and manifesting a massive hand to reach into the Star Sea and rescue his clan members—any delay could cost them their lives.

"Now's the time." Ye Chen's eyes flashed, and he rushed to the edge of the sea surface, using Heaven-Swapping Earth-Moving on the Qiong Qi quasi-emperor. The timing and position were calculated with perfect precision.

The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor was caught off guard. One moment he was in the air, the next he was in the Star Sea, while Ye Chen appeared where he had just stood.

"Who is it?" The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor roared in anger, charging back up—he had figured out that someone used Heaven-Swapping Earth-Moving on him.

"Get back down there." Ye Chen swooped in, delivering a solid Heaven-Splitting Palm Strike that landed with a resounding smack, sending the Qiong Qi quasi-emperor hurtling back into the Star Sea.

"Chen Ye?" The Qiong Qi Clan members were shocked. Though it was only a brief glimpse, they saw clearly—it was Chen Ye who had charged up.

"Chen Ye is still alive?" The human cultivators from all sides gaped, having seen it too. Wasn't that Chen Ye?

Clearly, it wasn't Xuan Gu Da Di manifesting—it was Ye Chen causing the chaos all along. But they were deeply puzzled: Why wasn't Ye Chen affected by the Star Sea's restrictions? And who was that other figure attacking the warships? What was their connection?

Countless doubts tangled like a mess, clouding their minds and disrupting their thoughts—no one could make sense of it all.

Not just them—the Hong Huang Six Clans were puzzled too. Being unaffected by the Star Sea's restrictions was beyond belief.

Amid everyone's astonishment, massive waves surged in the Star Sea, with thunderous booms echoing from the depths, accompanied by roars and howls.

Indeed, Ye Chen had engaged. With a quasi-emperor sword in one hand and a quasi-emperor halberd in the other, he overwhelmed the Qiong Qi quasi-emperor, leaving him no chance to fight back.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor shrieked, unable to accept that Ye Chen was unaffected.

"Nothing's impossible." Ye Chen sneered, stepping forward with Shrinking Earth into Inches, swinging his sword in a slash that carved out a stellar river.

The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor retreated hastily, his powers suppressed, slowing his speed and strength—he couldn't block Ye Chen's sword. He was slashed bloody and battered, and before he could steady himself, Ye Chen was upon him again, thrusting the halberd through the void and piercing a gaping wound in his body, spraying blood everywhere.

The Qiong Qi howled in agony, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, turning crimson. He dared not fight back, flying straight upward. In the Star Sea, he was restricted, while Ye Chen was at his peak—what a stark contrast. Even as a quasi-emperor, he was no match.

But once out of the Star Sea, it would be different—no restrictions, and if Ye Chen followed, he would be the one suppressed.

However, he wanted to escape, but Ye Chen wouldn't allow it. As soon as his head broke the surface, before he could call for help, Ye Chen grabbed his legs and yanked him back.

"I'll fight you to the death!" The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor roared, transforming into his true form, with eyes like massive vats and a body as huge as a mountain.

"Sacred Body, activate!" Ye Chen snorted coldly, instantly manifesting his external Sacred Body—a hundred-zhang golden figure appeared, impaling the Qiong Qi quasi-emperor with a halberd and following up with a sword that severed his head.

The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor fell to his knees, his physical body destroyed and his primordial spirit sealed. A mighty quasi-emperor couldn't even last ten rounds in the Star Sea.

"Come on, keep your clan's prince company and have a good chat." Ye Chen waved his sleeve, sealing the Qiong Qi quasi-emperor into the bronze furnace.

One ancestor and one prince met just like that.

The Qiong Qi Ninth Prince was filled with terror, having witnessed everything Ye Chen did—it was too powerful, too domineering. Even his clan's quasi-emperor ancestor hadn't escaped suppression.

The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor was also gripped by fear. He was a quasi-emperor, yet ruthlessly suppressed, weak as could be before Ye Chen.

"I told you, quasi-emperors are loaded." Kui Niu and Li Changsheng eagerly ransacked the Qiong Qi quasi-emperor's treasures—they were truly abundant, piled into mountains.

"Kill!" Above the Star Sea, the other two Qiong Qi quasi-emperors charged from both sides like divine rays, diving straight in to rescue the first one and team up against Ye Chen.

"Perfect timing." Ye Chen laughed, his eyes gleaming brightly.

The two Qiong Qi quasi-emperors had terrible luck. As soon as they entered, they collided with Ye Chen. He swung his halberd, knocking one flying, and with a flip of his sword, sent the second tumbling away.

The two were utterly stunned—they had underestimated the Star Sea's restrictions. As peak quasi-emperors, they couldn't even withstand one of Ye Chen's moves.

"Having fun yet?" Ye Chen grinned, flashing two rows of white teeth, gripping his bloodstained quasi-emperor sword as he charged.

"Run!" The two quasi-emperors didn't think twice—they fled at full speed. Rescuing anyone was out of the question now; just surviving was good enough. With Ye Chen unaffected and so powerful, they could easily imagine that the first Qiong Qi quasi-emperor had been suppressed.

Their plan was solid: Lure Ye Chen out of the Star Sea and then strike with thunderous force to suppress him together.

But plans were one thing—reality was another.

Ye Chen was sharp-minded; how could he miss their scheme? Since he saw through it, he wouldn't let them go easily.

"Suppress him for me." One Qiong Qi quasi-emperor summoned his life-bound artifact, a divine pearl that was a genuine quasi-emperor weapon.

However, even quasi-emperors were suppressed, let alone their weapons. The quasi-emperor artifact was also bound by the Star Sea, unable to unleash its full power. Ye Chen swatted it away with a palm, sending the quasi-emperor staggering back. Ye Chen shadowed him, delivering a divine blade strike that nearly split him in two.

"Exterminate!" The other quasi-emperor attacked, slashing a heavenly sword aimed straight at Ye Chen's primordial spirit, intent on destroying his true form.

"Your speed is nowhere near enough." Ye Chen darted through the Taixu, easily dodging the fatal strike, then instantly closed in, firing a divine ray from his finger infused with various secret techniques and boosted by quasi-emperor weapon power. It pierced a gruesome bloody hole right in the center of the quasi-emperor's forehead.

In just two rounds, both quasi-emperors were wounded, beaten down by a mere saint, their bodies covered in blood and bones.