Chapter 1791

Under the gaze of thousands, Qiong Qi the Eighth Prince plummeted from the virtual heaven. His eyes had been blasted into bloody sockets, affecting his primordial spirit as well. His divine sea rumbled violently, and his head felt on the verge of exploding.

This was because Ye Chen had held back. If he had used his full peak strength, the prince would likely have already met his end in the underworld. How could he still be struggling here?

Ye Chen was indeed biding his time. Without a powerful backing like Da Chu, if his true identity were exposed, the consequences would be disastrous.

So, he was dragging things out, using only half his power in his attacks. Even at half strength, it was enough to utterly defeat the Honghuang forces.

The only one who truly caught his eye was the Honghuang Crown Prince, not these half-baked imperial princes.

As he spoke, he charged at Qiong Qi again, grabbing one of the prince's legs and swinging him around in a full circle.

At this sight, many cultivators around averted their eyes, knowing the next scene would be gruesome.

And it was. Qiong Qi the Eighth Prince was slammed onto the battle platform, his body cracking open with fissures from which fresh blood sprayed out.

"Ah!" Qiong Qi the Eighth Prince roared in fury, trying to break free, but Ye Chen gave him no chance, slamming him down relentlessly.

The thuds echoed dully and persistently, with a rhythmic intensity that grew more ferocious each time. Qiong Qi's body shattered more with every impact, bones breaking and blood flowing freely.

Even with a powerful primordial spirit, he couldn't withstand the beating. He was left disoriented and covered in blood, his screams the only coherent thing amid the chaos.

"You deserve to die." A Qiong Qi quasi-emperor erupted in rage, striding across the sky with overwhelming killing intent.

But before he could strike, three beams of immortal light hit him simultaneously, striking with perfect accuracy.

Well then! Not only was the prince being thrashed, but the quasi-emperor ancestor was sent flying as well. Even with an emperor artifact for protection, he ended up stained with blood.

The three beams of immortal light that hit him were infused with emperor might—from three sources, no less, each enhanced by emperor artifacts.

Looking at those who attacked, there were two men and one woman: the men like immortal kings, the woman like a queen, all exuding majestic quasi-emperor aura.

Upon closer inspection, they were Qilin Huang, Zhu Que Huang, and Qing Long Huang—genuine quasi-emperor level.

The three of them had acted in perfect coordination. From the moment Ye Chen began fighting Qiong Qi, they had been watching the Qiong Qi quasi-emperor to prevent any interference.

"The battles of the younger generation are for them to fight. As a quasi-emperor, how dare you step in? Have you no shame?" Qilin Huang thundered.

"War! Let's go to war!" The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor roared wildly, his hair disheveled, his voice shaking the heavens and earth. He even turned to the other Honghuang quasi-emperors as he shouted, "War! Crush the realms!"

But glancing around only made him spit blood in frustration. All the other quasi-emperors were sitting with eyes closed, meditating.

No one paid any attention to his roars. After all, it wasn't their family member on the line—who cared if he lived or died?

"Good, very good." Meanwhile, the Tao Wu quasi-emperor and Teng She quasi-emperor, who were being suppressed by Sheng Yuan Huang and the ancient race's quasi-emperor, laughed mockingly at the Qiong Qi quasi-emperor.

They had refused to help earlier, and now that he was begging, even if they weren't suppressed, they still wouldn't assist him.

"Ah!" The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor roared again, like a madman gone berserk, lunging forward once more to save his prince.

"Back where you came from." Qing Long Huang snapped coldly, activating his quasi-emperor artifact. Together with Qilin Huang and Zhu Que Huang, the three quasi-emperors and their three emperor artifacts completely overpowered him.

The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor was forced to his knees. Strong as he was alone, he couldn't handle three opponents, and he was sent rolling back to where he started.

"Today's Honghuang race is truly embarrassing." On one side of the crowd, an elder in white sighed. He was Tian Zhi's grand-uncle, who had been present from the beginning and witnessed everything.

"I thought Chen Ye's strength came from borrowing quasi-emperor artifacts, but his own combat power is this formidable." Beside him, an elder in golden robes clicked his tongue in amazement. "He's incredibly fierce."

"This technique of slamming opponents around isn't something you master in just a hundred or eighty years." A purple-robed elder stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I quite like this young one."

"I feel like I'm seeing the rise of a young great emperor." Tian Zhi smiled lightly, her face full of shock.

"Even more than a young great emperor." The white-robed elder took a deep breath. "Eight young great emperors together couldn't take him down."

"Fight! Beat him to death!" As they spoke, Xiao Yuan Huang, Long Jie, and the others below the battle platform started howling like wolves again, as if they'd been pumped full of stimulants.

The older generation was getting excited watching too. If they weren't so advanced in years, they'd have joined in the howls.

"His existence makes the three of us look awkward." On another side of the crowd, a young man laughed and shook his head. It was Tian Shuo, the son of Xuan Gu Great Emperor.

"Too many prodigies around— you'll get used to it." Next to Tian Shuo stood a white-haired youth, looking like an ordinary mortal. His eyes were as still as an ancient well, pure and untainted, having returned to a state of primal simplicity. Every gesture he made carried endless dao essence.

This was Xiao Lu, the one Tian Shuo referred to as the son of Yan Emperor, from an imperial bloodline.

As for the third person, standing between them, he was also a young man. Unlike Tian Shuo and Xiao Lu, his aura carried a hint of cold severity. His hidden power was no weaker than theirs, incredibly profound.

This was Chen Yi— the very one Qin Guang Wang and the others had encountered in the starry sky.

Mention Chen Yi, and few might know him, but speak of his sister, and everyone in the realms would recognize her: Yao Chi Empress.

The three imperial lineages had gathered quietly, all entering the world to face the great calamity. They were at the quasi-sage king level, and seeing Ye Chen's dominance made them feel awkward. In a one-on-one fight, none of them would be his match— he was too ferocious.

"The Honghuang Qilin is here too." Tian Shuo took a swig of wine and glanced at another spot, where a carefree young man had shoved his way to the front from the back of the crowd.

This was the Honghuang Qilin, no doubt— Jiu Chen, whom Ye Chen had met in the starry sky and who had now come to Xuan Huang.

"Good!" As soon as Jiu Chen steadied himself, he let out a booming shout, full of kingly swagger and as loud as a great bell, making Long Jie and Xiao Yuan Huang's ears ring.

"What a dominant bloodline." Long Jie rubbed his head.

"This voice must be ancestral." Xiao Yuan Huang swayed, his injuries just starting to heal before being shaken to the point of spitting blood again.

"A Qilin." Nan Di stared in disbelief, able to sense Jiu Chen's bloodline as a Qilin himself.

They were both Qilin, but compared to Jiu Chen, his own bloodline felt like a joke. Jiu Chen's was Honghuang level, and in terms of seniority, he was their ancestor.

"Honghuang Qilin." Up in the virtual heaven, blocking the Qiong Qi quasi-emperor, Qilin Huang sensed it too. He descended from the sky and, after finishing up, called out to Bai Hu Huang, "You, go up and take over."

"This temper of mine." Bai Hu Huang had a face full of dark lines but still ascended to the virtual heaven, helping Zhu Que Huang and Qing Long Huang suppress the Qiong Qi quasi-emperor. That old fellow was incredibly strong.

Qilin Huang had come down and made his way straight to Jiu Chen, rubbing his hands in excitement and stumbling over his words.

At this, cultivators from all sides were stunned, turning their eyes to Jiu Chen and wondering about his identity. What kind of background could make Qilin Huang show such respect?

Before this wave settled, another arose. Yao Chi Xian Mu rushed straight toward Chen Yi, her expression filled with emotion.

Yao Chi Holy Land was the inheritance of Yao Chi Empress, and Chen Yi was her blood brother— the only remaining bloodline of the empress. Though only at quasi-sage king level, he held the status of an ancestor.

Wait, there was a third wave and a fourth. One came from the west: a white-robed quasi-emperor. Another from the west: a purple-robed quasi-emperor. Both hurried over.

They headed straight for Tian Shuo and Xiao Lu— divine generals under Xuan Gu Great Emperor and Yan Emperor, who had recognized the imperial lineages.

Well then! The watching cultivators scratched their heads in confusion.

What was going on today? Four renowned quasi-emperors acting so strangely toward quasi-sage kings?

"The battles of the younger generation feel more like a family reunion now." Chi Yang Zi had a strange expression.

"I should take a look around. Maybe I have some ancestors sneaking around alive too." The old scholar quasi-emperor scanned the surroundings.

And sure enough, as he looked, his old eyes lit up. He dashed toward the northeast, weaving through the crowd with impressive speed, reaching his target in just a few breaths.

Then came the old scholar quasi-emperor's booming curse:

"Run, you keep running! Give me back my divine pearl!"

At his words, cultivators around twitched their mouths. Clearly, this wasn't about recognizing relatives— it was about catching a thief.

"From the looks of it, that guy's a fool." Chi Yang Zi glanced over, turning the serious scene into something comical.

"Qiong Qi the Eighth Prince is finished." Someone else spoke up, drawing everyone's attention back to the battle platform.

The rumbling on the platform had died down. Ye Chen held a wine flask, tilting his head back to gulp it down.

As for Qiong Qi the Eighth Prince, he was in a pitiful state, lying in a human-shaped crater, foam and blood bubbling from his mouth.

He wanted to move but couldn't. His eyes glared red at Ye Chen, desperate to roar, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, and he couldn't utter a word.

Ye Chen had put in a lot of effort to smash him to pieces.

It was all because Qiong Qi's physical body was so tough, his primordial spirit so strong, and his recovery ability so abnormal. You had to beat him half to death to see any effect.

"Come on, I'll find you a nice spot to chat with your family." Ye Chen waved his hand and tossed him into the bronze furnace.

His words left people around baffled.

But as soon as Qiong Qi the Eighth Prince entered the furnace, everything became clear. He saw Qiong Qi the Ninth Prince sealed inside, along with the primordial spirits of three Qiong Qi quasi-emperor.

In an instant, his eyes bulged.

Seeing Qiong Qi the Ninth Prince and the quasi-emperors here proved Ye Chen's identity— he was Chen Ye, still alive, having faked his death to deceive the world.

But he couldn't believe it. How had Ye Chen escaped the emperor-level kill? How had he done it?

"A friend comes from afar."

"What joy!"

Kui Niu had already rolled up his sleeves.

Li Changsheng added his line and started rolling up his sleeves too, positioning himself on one side while Kui Niu took the other.

In the next moment, screams erupted. The two beasts surrounded Qiong Qi the Eighth Prince and kicked him mercilessly.