Chapter 1771: Something Interesting

Upon hearing the sound, all the human cultivators present turned their heads and looked behind them.

What came into view was a figure clad in golden light, striding across the starry river, each step making the heavens rumble.

It was Ye Chen, finally arrived, wearing a Gui Meng mask, his killing intent overwhelming, like a god of death emerging from hell.

"There really are those who aren't afraid of death."

Jin Ni Ninth Prince gave a sinister smile, his lips curving slightly as he watched the sky with interest.

"A mere Sheng Ren dares to act recklessly. I'll go and suppress him."

An elder behind Jin Ni Ninth Prince snorted coldly.

"Step back."

Jin Ni Ninth Prince waved his hand and licked his crimson tongue.

"This king enjoys watching dramatic scenes the most."

"Who is that person?"

The cultivators below murmured among themselves, all gazing at Ye Chen. However, their cultivation was insufficient to see through his true appearance; they only felt his killing intent making their hearts tremble.

"It's probably a friend of Xi Zun, coming to the rescue this time."

"He's only at Sheng Ren level—barely enough to fill the Jin Ni's teeth. Isn't this just suicide?"

Worried voices rose one after another.

As they spoke, Ye Chen had already arrived, heading straight for the stone platform. The surrounding cultivators instinctively cleared a path for him.

Even the Jin Ni guards on the stone platform grinned menacingly and stepped aside, allowing Ye Chen to approach directly.

Ye Chen said nothing. With a wave of his hand, he severed the iron chains binding Xi Zun and supported him on a layer of soft clouds.

"Go... quickly go."

Xi Zun's eyes were dim and lifeless, his voice weak, hoarse, and barely audible as blood kept pouring from his mouth. His disheveled hair covered half his face, leaving him unrecognizable, with his life force on the verge of extinction.

"Don't speak."

Ye Chen said calmly, placing his palm on Xi Zun's back. He channeled surging true energy, using his Sheng Ti essence to stabilize Xi Zun's vital channels and his Yuan Shen to steady his true spirit and mind platform.

"Damn it."

Kui Niu cursed in anger, his bovine eyes blood-red.

Was this still Xi Zun? In his memory, the Xi Zun of the Xuan Huang was dignified and radiant, like an incarnation of a god.

But now, he looked more like a beggar, or a dog.

And all of this was courtesy of the Jin Ni—they had exterminated the multitude of Buddhas in the Western Desert, brought devastation to living beings, and stained this land with blood.

"Rest well."

Ye Chen flicked his hand, sending Xi Zun into a deep sleep, then placed him inside a copper furnace.

"You dare to come here, so you must be no ordinary figure. State your name."

Jin Ni Ninth Prince smiled sinisterly, looking down at Ye Chen.

"You don't need to know."

Ye Chen's voice was eerily calm.

"Seeking death."

The Jin Ni on the stone platform gripped their war spears and charged forward, all grinning ferociously with terrifying expressions.

Ye Chen moved, stepping down and vanishing in an instant.

What followed was a bizarre scene—no sign of him, but heads of Jin Ni began rolling one by one.

Over a hundred Jin Ni were all wiped out in less than three seconds.

The cultivators around stared in shock at the stone platform, where the headless Jin Ni bodies still stood, their necks spurting fresh blood and drenching the platform in crimson.

This was utterly shocking—after all, they were Jin Ni.

What kind of existence were the Jin Ni? Among the first batch of creatures in the heavens and earth, their bloodline was incredibly dominant. Over a hundred Jin Ni, including several Zhun Sheng Wang, had been wiped out in three seconds by a single Sheng Ren.

The most frustrated were undoubtedly the Jin Ni who had been instantly killed.

One could vaguely see that each head that rolled off the platform had eyes wide with disbelief—they hadn't even caught a glimpse of their attacker before being slain, swift and clean.

A breeze carrying blood scent blew by, and Ye Chen's true form reappeared. His killing intent and murderous aura surged like a torrent, the killing sword in his hand still dripping blood, drop by drop.

"How interesting."

Jin Ni Ninth Prince smirked playfully. The man remained composed, showing no distress over the deaths of his own people—not even a frown—and utterly unfazed by Ye Chen's combat prowess.

"There's even more interesting things to come."

Ye Chen headed straight for the city tower.

"Overestimating yourself."

A Sheng Wang lunged forward, manifesting secret techniques in his palm, unleashing a sky-covering strike.

"Get lost."

Ye Chen punched, blasting him into a mist of blood.

Witnessing this, the cultivators around gasped—the man was a Sheng Wang, yet he had been obliterated in a single exchange by a Sheng Ren.

"Capture him alive for this king."

Jin Ni Ninth Prince sneered.

At his command, the elder behind him charged out—it was a Da Sheng, his pressure making the heavens buzz.

However, in the next instant, he was sent flying back by Ye Chen's punch, his form utterly shattered.

Even worse, before he could stop, a war spear pierced him, nailing him to the city tower.

His eyes bulged with shock and frustration. He desperately wanted to ask: You're just a Sheng Ren—how are you so strong?

Unfortunately, he had no chance. He hadn't even unleashed his secret techniques before being slain, his Yuan Shen extinguished along with him.

The cultivators below were completely petrified, their eyes wide in disbelief—a Sheng Ren level expert had just killed a Da Sheng, overturning their worldview.

Jin Ni Ninth Prince lost his composure, abruptly standing up. Defeating a Da Sheng in one move—was he at Zhun Di level?

"Is it interesting?"

Ye Chen gripped his bloodstained killing sword and advanced step by step toward the city tower, his smile sending chills down spines.

"Kill him! Take him down for this king."

Jin Ni Ninth Prince roared while retreating, his face twisted in ferocity.

As he spoke, over a thousand figures charged out, including Da Sheng and Sheng Wang levels. They unleashed magical weapons, divine abilities, and killing formations, blanketing the sky as they bore down on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's form was like a ghost, shrinking the ground to an inch in a single step to evade, then plunging into the enemy ranks. With one sword sweep, blood sprayed everywhere.

"Suppress him!"

A Jin Ni Da Sheng shouted, activating his life-bound divine mirror and slamming it down from above toward Ye Chen.

"Suppress your sister."

Ye Chen's killing sword hummed and vibrated, radiating Zhun Di might as it slashed upward, creating a dazzling immortal river that cleaved the mirror in two like tofu.

With his life-bound weapon destroyed, the Jin Ni Da Sheng spat blood and flipped backward, his old eyes narrowing to pinpoints.

"Zhun Di weapon."

"You guessed right."

Ye Chen appeared in an instant, his sword like a tempest, piercing the Da Sheng's brow and obliterating his Yuan Shen and true body.

"Exterminate him."

A second Jin Ni Da Sheng attacked, fusing thousands of secret techniques into a single finger aimed straight at Ye Chen's brow.

Ye Chen scoffed, suddenly raising his hand and grabbing the finger precisely, snapping it clean off.

In the next moment, the Jin Ni Da Sheng knelt, his head severed. Even his escaping Yuan Shen couldn't evade Ye Chen's annihilation.

"Trap him."

Shouts echoed from all sides—it was four Da Sheng working together, deploying a killing formation to create a cage that locked Ye Chen inside, with forces of extinction rampaging within.

This was the Jin Ni clan's ancient and mysterious sealing grand array, powerful enough to instantly seal a Da Sheng, incredibly domineering.

However, though the array was formidable, it posed no real threat to Ye Chen. As soon as the cage formed, he slashed an opening with his sword and burst out like a soaring dragon.

"I told you to trap."

Ye Chen snarled, charging out and unleashing a massacre, slaying one Da Sheng in an instant.

"Join forces and kill him."

The three remaining Jin Ni Da Sheng howled, with a crowd of Sheng Wang joining the assault, unleashing a barrage of attacks.

"A bunch of vermin."

Ye Chen sneered, swinging his killing sword wildly with great abandon, sending Jin Ni falling in droves.

He was like a god of war, invincible, carving through thousands of Jin Ni as if they were nothing, killing with frenzied madness.

The scene grew bloody, with blood raining down and thick fog obscuring the stars and moon. The world below turned into a Shura field, where a single god of slaughter reaped lives en masse.

"Chen Ye, he's Chen Ye."

A watching cultivator cried out in shock, recognizing Ye Chen, his voice thundering.

"The great clans of the Hong Huang are guarding the coast, yet he actually landed."

" No wonder, no wonder he has such power."

The older cultivators were excited, their blood boiling. Compared to the battle in the Xuan Huang Star Sea, this was just a minor skirmish.

"How exhilarating, truly exhilarating—kill them until the corpses pile like mountains."

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible."

Up on the city tower, Jin Ni Ninth Prince's face had turned ashen, and he stumbled backward in terror, his body trembling.

The once-diginfied Jin Ni prince now looked like a stray dog, without a trace of his earlier composure.

How could he have imagined that the attacker was Chen Ye? He was all too familiar with Chen Ye's notorious reputation—in the Xuan Huang Star Sea, the Hong Huang's six clans had lost tens of thousands of warships, over a dozen Zhun Di, and hundreds of thousands of cultivators, forced into retreat. Such a peerless fiend was far beyond what they could handle.