Chapter 1789

As the words fell, immortal light shot out from Tao Wu Quasi-Emperor's body. The supreme Emperor Weapon emerged, hovering above his head, radiating boundless imperial might that crushed the void and made the heavens tremble with a deep rumble.

"Not afraid of you at all." Sheng Yuan Huang, the Wu Clan Quasi-Emperor, and the Man Clan Quasi-Emperor snorted coldly and simultaneously activated their own supreme Emperor Weapons.

The heavens shook as four Emperor Weapons soared through the air, weaving a scene of destruction that made all the cultivators present change their expressions dramatically.

The power of an Emperor Weapon was immense; even a minor backlash carried the force of annihilation, enough to make Quasi-Emperors fear it.

"One against three—think you can handle it?" Sheng Yuan Huang roared, enveloped in supreme imperial might like a war god possessed, his aura of destruction amplifying the power and turning the heavens pale.

The Wu Clan Quasi-Emperor and the Man Clan Quasi-Emperor were equally ferocious, wielding their Emperor Weapons as Quasi-Emperors, making them absolutely terrifying.

With three Emperor Weapons against one, the three Quasi-Emperors held an overwhelming advantage, nearly defeating Tao Wu Quasi-Emperor in an instant.

"If you're not coming out now, when will you?" Outmatched and suffering greatly, Tao Wu Quasi-Emperor raged, glaring at the Quasi-Emperors of the other Honghuang great clans, seeking their help.

"Just a spar among juniors." Qiong Qi Quasi-Emperor stroked his beard and sat calmly in the sky, showing no intention of joining the fight.

"Since it's a battle, injuries are inevitable. As Quasi-Emperors, we shouldn't interfere." Tao Tie Quasi-Emperor said casually, sitting steadily without any plan to act.

"Just sit back and watch the fight." The Quasi-Emperors of the other Honghuang great clans also spoke up, not only refusing to help but collectively reprimanding Tao Wu.

"You..." Tao Wu Quasi-Emperor was furious, nearly spitting blood from their words.

"I don't know why, but this just makes me want to laugh." Watching the scene in the sky, the cultivators of the various heavens were all amused.

"The other Honghuang clans are probably hoping Tao Wu gets beaten to a pulp."

"After all, it's not their own people, so they don't care if someone dies." The old experts chuckled, each one grinning.

"Though Honghuang is powerful, there are grudges among its internal factions."

"The battle in the Western Desert is the best proof. Not tripping each other up is already good enough—expecting help? That's just wishful thinking."

"Behave yourself, or my clan's battle-axe won't show mercy." As the crowd joked, the Man Clan Quasi-Emperor shouted fiercely, controlling his clan's Emperor Weapon and targeting Tao Wu Quasi-Emperor.

Sheng Yuan Huang and the Wu Clan Quasi-Emperor were no pushovers either, gripping their Emperor Weapons with supreme imperial might directed straight at Tao Wu Quasi-Emperor. If he dared to make a move, they wouldn't hesitate to finish him.

Under everyone's gaze, Tao Wu Quasi-Emperor actually spat blood, whether from anger or rage, nearly exploding on the spot.

His face was hideously twisted. He had thought the Honghuang clans would unite at this moment, but he was sorely mistaken. He wanted to rally them, yet no one paid him any attention.

The tension in the sky was palpable, the atmosphere on the verge of solidification.

Down on the battle platform, the booming sounds never ceased. Ye Chen ignored Tao Wu Quasi-Emperor and kept slamming Tao Wu Ninth Prince with all his might.

Honghuang was strong, but that was in terms of overall power. Relying on a single clan to challenge the various heavens was far from enough.

All of this was within Ye Chen's expectations, exploiting the grudges within Honghuang. Since it wasn't their own people, who would care? This was the balance among the Honghuang clans.

As long as he didn't reveal Chen Ye's identity, a full-scale war wouldn't break out, and a single clan couldn't muster the fight anyway.

The Quasi-Emperors of the Honghuang clans would be held back by Xuan Huang's Quasi-Emperors, while he could freely rampage and slam away.

With that, he swung Tao Wu Ninth Prince again.

Perhaps the force was too great, as it even tore off one of Tao Wu Ninth Prince's arms, spraying blood that was strikingly vivid.

"How boring." Ye Chen yawned, twisting his neck before casually tossing aside the bloody arm.

Glancing at Tao Wu Ninth Prince, he lay in a human-shaped crater, his internal organs completely displaced, his entire body twisted.

Ye Chen stopped slamming him, giving him a chance to catch his breath and finally regain some clarity. His eyes bulged, filled with bloodshot veins, looking hideous and terrifying as he stared deathly at Ye Chen.

"Feeling good?" Ye Chen squatted down, baring two rows of white teeth in a smug grin.

"Impossible... This is impossible." Tao Wu Ninth Prince opened his mouth, blood surging with every word, his veins popping in anger. He tried to rise but was too weak, his body battered to ruin and his primordial spirit shattered. Surviving this long was already a miracle.

He couldn't accept it—he couldn't accept his defeat in this battle.

He was a prince, the Ninth Prince of the Tao Wu clan, with an noble emperor-level bloodline, yet he had lost to a human cultivator.

From the start of the fight until now, he hadn't even turned the tables once; he had been slammed into a half-ruined state repeatedly.

His pride was trampled to nothing in that instant, a lifelong humiliation he could never erase.

"There's nothing impossible about it." Ye Chen stood up, lifted his foot, and stomped Tao Wu Ninth Prince's head to pieces. With a wave, he pulled out his primordial spirit and gripped it in his hand.

"Done beautifully."

From within the bronze furnace, Kui Niu roared excitedly.

Years ago, he had been killed by Tao Wu Ninth Prince. Now, his brother Ye Chen had avenged him, settling the blood debt from past and present lives.

"Done beautifully."

Below, Xiao Yuan Huang, Long Jie, and the others also roared, thrilled beyond measure, nearly leaping onto the platform.

"Done beautifully."

The young cultivators shouted louder than one another. Since the Honghuang great clans were unsealed, this was the first time the younger generation of the various heavens felt so triumphant. Defeating a Honghuang prince had finally vented the pent-up anger of the past two years.

"Each generation has its talents." Jiang Tai Xu and Mo Yuan both smiled warmly, full of pride. As the two great prodigies of the Honghuang era, even they hadn't been this astonishing back then.

"Kill." Tao Wu Quasi-Emperor raged, activating his Emperor Weapon.

However, his attempt lasted only a second before Sheng Yuan Huang and the others suppressed him, nearly making him cough up blood in the sky.

Glancing at the Quasi-Emperors of the other Honghuang great clans, they were busy chatting or drinking, acting as if nothing was happening.

As always, the sentiment was: it's not our people, so we don't care.

Down below, Ye Chen didn't destroy Tao Wu Ninth Prince's primordial spirit. Instead, he sealed it into the bronze furnace and gave it to Kui Niu.

"Don't hold me back." Kui Niu rolled up his sleeves, gripping a leather whip wreathed in lightning that crackled menacingly. It was a divine tool targeted at the primordial spirit, obtained from the Honghuang clan.

From then on, he unleashed his fury, lashing out whip after whip. Each strike made Tao Wu Ninth Prince's primordial spirit emit black smoke.

Tao Wu Ninth Prince screamed in agony, the pain piercing his soul, causing him to black out entirely. But Kui Niu showed no mercy, ferociously continuing to swing the whip.

"Who else?"

In the outside world, Ye Chen's voice echoed leisurely as he looked toward the other Honghuang princes with interest. "Next, who's coming? Or should you all come at once?"

"Defeating you is enough for me alone." With a loud shout, Teng She Ninth Prince charged forward. His massive body made the platform collapse upon impact.

This one's momentum surpassed even Tao Wu Ninth Prince's, with rolling Honghuang aura surging forth. His divine eyes blazed like torches, his long purple hair strands glowing with radiant divine light.

His bloodline was as vast as a river or sea, his vital energy overwhelming, inherited from the emperor path and innately fused with a supreme dao.

"Little one, just fight. I'll handle any soldiers or floods that come." The Man Clan Quasi-Emperor bellowed, his Quasi-Emperor voice shaking the heavens and making the entire Zhutian Mountain rumble.

Tears glistened in his eyes, for his grandson, the Man Clan Divine Son, had died at Teng She Ninth Prince's hands.

For that reason, the younger generation of the Man Clan had repeatedly challenged for revenge, only to fall one after another. Until today, their descendants were few and far between, all thanks to Teng She.

Hoping for the Man Clan's juniors to seek vengeance was futile now; he had to pin his hopes on others, specifically the masked youth below. Even if it meant dying, he would hold up the sky for Ye Chen.

"I won't disappoint you, senior." Ye Chen's words were firm, knowing full well that the Man Clan Divine Son had died to the Teng She clan.

"How foolish." Teng She Ninth Prince sneered and vanished in an instant, disappearing from the platform entirely. His movement technique was so profound that even Quasi-Emperors marveled at it.

Ye Chen stood like a statue, completely still.

Though Teng She Ninth Prince's technique was mysterious, it couldn't escape Ye Chen's Wheel of Reincarnation eyes; he could track it clearly.

In the next moment, Ye Chen moved, merely tilting his head slightly.

A crimson killing sword suddenly thrust from behind him, aiming straight for his primordial spirit in a deadly strike. The sword grazed past Ye Chen's head.

"Underestimated you." Teng She snorted coldly and vanished again.

"You're the one who's too weak." Ye Chen laughed coldly and disappeared as well.

The scene grew bizarre; no one was visible on the platform, yet booming sounds echoed—now left, now right, now east, now west—with lightning tearing through and blood splattering, staining the entire platform.

The young cultivators scratched their heads, unable to spot the two fighters.

Even Long Jie and the others rubbed their eyes, seeing only blurs.

The older experts, with their keen vision, watched intently, their eyes darting around.

With a final boom, space shattered, and a blood-soaked figure plummeted, crashing into a pit on the platform. Upon closer inspection, it was Teng She Ninth Prince.

His state was beyond miserable—it was tragic. His hair was disheveled, his body covered in blood, riddled with wounds and bloody holes that exposed bone chillingly. His eyes were eerily red.

"Enjoying yourself?" Ye Chen reappeared, speaking with a leisurely smile.

"I don't believe it." Teng She Ninth Prince howled and lunged forward, thrusting a finger of divine light straight at Ye Chen's brow.

"Then I'll beat you until you do." Ye Chen suddenly extended his palm.

Spot on, he caught Teng She Ninth Prince's finger, then twisted with force, snapping it off. He followed with a domineering kick that sent Teng She spitting blood.

Teng She staggered back, each step leaving a bloody footprint, but before he could stop, Ye Chen flashed forward, grabbed his wrist, and swung him up.

Then came another boom as Teng She Ninth Prince smashed into the platform, creating a perfect human-shaped crater. A mouthful of blood sprayed three meters high.

The surrounding cultivators couldn't help but twitch their mouths. "What's with this kid? So obsessed with slamming people, and so brutally at that."

"Bastard." The Teng She Clan Quasi-Emperor was enraged, standing up abruptly as his icy killing intent enveloped the heavens.

"Sit back down." The Ancient Dragon Emperor snorted coldly, wielding his dragon blade as he ascended, joined by the Spirit Clan Quasi-Emperor and the Ancient Clan Quasi-Emperor. They blocked the Teng She Clan Quasi-Emperor, each armed with a supreme Emperor Weapon—a three-against-one suppression.

The Teng She Quasi-Emperor found himself in an awkward spot, forced back as soon as he rose, spitting a mouthful of blood and nearly perishing in the sky.

"Honghuang, aid me in battle." Outnumbered, the Teng She Quasi-Emperor roared, calling for help from other clans. His blood-red eyes were filled with fury and bloodlust; the mighty Teng She Clan of Honghuang had suffered such great humiliation.

Yet, despite his loud cry, the Quasi-Emperors of the other races remained seated like mountains, going about their business without any sign of assisting.

Seeing this, the Teng She Quasi-Emperor spat blood again, wounded both physically and from sheer anger, suffering a true internal injury.