Chapter 1792

At the foot of Zhutian Mountain, the crowd surged like a tide, a dense black mass filling the heavens and covering the earth, with a constant buzzing hum. The major sects and clans in attendance numbered no fewer than hundreds of thousands.

In the void, several Quasi-Emperors stood in opposition, their Emperor Weapons suppressing one another as various destructive visions intertwined, bearing the might to annihilate worlds.

On the battle platform, Ye Chen had just dealt with Qiongqi and now pulled out his wine flask, tilting his head back to drink heartily, completely ignoring the Honghuang forces.

Glancing around, the elders were all standing with their hands tucked in their sleeves, staring intently at Ye Chen. They seemed eager to rush onto the platform, rip off his ghostly mask, and see his true face.

"This is truly awkward. We Quasi-Emperors can't even see through a junior's concealment secret technique."

"Defeated three clan princes in a row, and we still don't know what he looks like." The old scholar Quasi-Emperor returned, hands tucked away, his face full of frustration.

"Zhutian is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, as expected." Jiuxiao Zhenren smiled. "I'm also quite curious about the face beneath that mask. Times are changing, and we're truly getting old."

"What should we do? I can't hold back anymore; I want to say it out loud." Listening to the elders' speculations, Longjie rubbed his hands together.

"Say what? Get lost." The Wuzu Shenzhi stepped forward and kicked him, drawing a murderous glare from the Lingzu Shennv.

"His situation is delicate; don't cause him more trouble." Beisheng glared at Longjie, afraid he might spill the secret.

"Have you managed to see through his true appearance and origin?" From the Honghuang side, Taotie Quasi-Emperor secretly messaged Jinni Quasi-Emperor.

"If even you can't see through it, what chance do I have? To uncover his identity, we'd need Yantian Laozu." Jinni Quasi-Emperor replied calmly.

"Yantian?" Taotie Quasi-Emperor narrowed his eyes and subtly glanced toward the east. In a corner of the crowd, a hunched old man stood there with his eyes closed, meditating.

That was Yantian Laozu, who had come to watch the battle and disguised himself well, never moving from his spot the entire time.

"Master, who is he exactly? Have you figured out his identity?" Behind him, Shangyang Zhenren whispered quietly.

"Who do you think he is?" Yantian Laozu replied faintly.

"His aura is hidden by some strange secret technique; we're too foolish to see through it." Both Shangyang and Shangyin responded.

"He is Chenye." Yantian Laozu finally opened his eyes, his withered gaze flickering with a sinister chill.

"That's impossible." Shangyang and Shangyin were both shocked. "How could he survive the absolute kill of eight Emperor Weapons?"

"I'm surprised too." Yantian Laozu's old eyes narrowed into slits, his brows furrowing as his expression grew even more grotesque.

Amid the discussions, Ye Chen on the battle platform had finished a flask of wine. He casually tossed it aside and grinned at the Honghuang side. "Is there anyone else who wants to fight? Preferably someone who can take a beating."

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll oblige you." A sinister laugh echoed, cold and eerie. Taotie Clan's Ninth Prince rose and stepped onto the platform in an instant.

Perhaps due to his immense weight, the space shattered under his feet, and the platform trembled, sending debris flying everywhere.

His vital energy surged like a vast sea, his momentum even greater than Qiongqi's Eighth Prince. Lightning coursed over his body, tearing through space, while his origin carried an innate devouring force, a trait of his gluttonous nature.

His eyes were like dark abysses, making one afraid to meet his gaze directly, as they could swallow one's spirit if one wasn't careful.

Ye Chen stroked his chin, sizing up Taotie Ninth Prince. At a glance, he could discern his origin—the bloodline was absolutely dominant, even making his own ancient saintly blood stir with agitation.

This clan's ferocity was infamous across the Zhutian Wanyu domains, having wiped out countless races due to their insatiable greed.

In ancient times, the four directions had united to suppress them, not without reason, driving them to the edge of the universe for some peace.

"Hit him hard—fight to the death." Even before the battle started, howls erupted from below. Longjie, Xiao Yuan Huang, and the others shouted at the top of their lungs, as if they'd been pumped with stimulants or fed a crate of explosives.

"Take off your mask." Taotie Ninth Prince ignored the crowd below and sinisterly eyed Ye Chen, his expression mocking and playful.

"This stylish mask isn't something I can just remove on a whim." Ye Chen said, pulling out a small mirror to check his reflection.

"Then I'll remove it for you." Taotie Ninth Prince sneered, stepping forward and shattering the platform. He moved like a thunderbolt, lunging with his palm straight for Ye Chen's mask.

"You're not qualified." Ye Chen chuckled, gripping the small bronze mirror as a weapon and swinging it toward Taotie.

Taotie Ninth Prince smirked slightly, dismissing the attack entirely and focusing on Ye Chen's mask to rip it off.

But in the next instant, his face changed drastically, for the small mirror in Ye Chen's hand had instantly grown a hundred times larger.

From afar, what Ye Chen held wasn't a mirror at all—it was a massive fan, dozens of zhang wide.

Any discerning eye could see that the small bronze mirror was a terrifying artifact, swirling with thunder and flames, its surface gleaming with light and naturally emanating dao principles.

Taotie Ninth Prince, undaunted by something so large, charged forward boldly and collided with it head-on.

Or rather, his speed was too great, and he hadn't anticipated Ye Chen's move, leaving him no time to stop.

With a resounding clang, Taotie Ninth Prince was sent flying, his head buzzing from the impact, blood streaming from the wound. What a unfortunate turn of events for him.

"Just looking at it hurts." Many elders clutched their heads, sighing and clicking their tongues, feeling a chill on their foreheads.

"You'll pay for that." Taotie Ninth Prince raged, his shattered skull regenerating in an instant, blood reversing as he returned to his peak. He slammed down a palm, a vortex forming in its center with terrifying devouring power, pulverizing even space.

"Don't get so worked up." Ye Chen darted away in a flash.

His words made the spectators around burst out laughing—they'd nearly been smashed to pieces, so not getting angry would be strange.

The platform rumbled again. Taotie Ninth Prince's palm was domineering but missed Ye Chen, shattering the platform instead.

"Devour him completely." Seeing Ye Chen evade the palm, Taotie Ninth Prince roared in fury, spitting out a drop of his origin blood that transformed into a blood sea surging toward Ye Chen. Within it, blood dragons roared, each one fiercely terrifying, their eyes shooting thunder and mouths spewing flames.

Most importantly, the blood sea contained the Taotie Clan's Heaven-Swallowing Divine Ability, which could devour one's origin and power.

In just a moment, Ye Chen's vital energy waned significantly.

The Taotie bloodline suppressed his own, and this devouring ability was alarming, ignoring his defenses and seeping into his body thread by thread to wreak havoc.

"Is it really this powerful?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, feeling as if he were trapped in a quagmire, his power being devoured and his speed restrained.

"Die!" Taotie Ninth Prince stepped into the blood sea, thrusting a lightning finger straight at Ye Chen's brow, obliterating everything in its path.

"You're not quite there yet." Ye Chen abruptly turned his head, dodging the finger, then condensed his bloodline to forcefully break free, stomping a blood dragon to death as he vanished in a flash.

"Where do you think you're going?" Taotie Ninth Prince bellowed, chasing him relentlessly. Unbound by the blood sea, his speed crushed Ye Chen's.

Ye Chen slipped away, slower than Taotie in the blood sea, but his evasion techniques were mysterious. He repeatedly used Shifting Heavens and Swapping Earth, exchanging positions with the blood dragons.

Well then! Taotie failed to catch him and ended up destroying several blood dragons instead, getting played in his own domain.

Roars of rage echoed through the heavens, shaking the skies with thunderous booms—all from Taotie, furious enough to go mad.

In the vast, 遮天 blood sea, the scene was lively, with the two darting about like a pair of flies, leaving onlookers dizzy.

"With Old Seven's strength, he shouldn't fear Taotie Ninth Prince. What's this fighting style?" Xiao Yuan Huang scratched his head, looking completely baffled about what Ye Chen was up to.

"If I'm not mistaken, Brother Ye is just stalling for time." Nandi pondered. "He seems to be waiting for something."

"He's crafty as ever, probably scheming something bigger." Longjie said meaningfully. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Where do you think you're going?" Below, the spectators watched on, while above, Taotie Ninth Prince shouted in anger, roaring as he chased, his presence overwhelmingly domineering.

His aura swallowed the heavens as he rampaged through the blood sea, his blood hair flying wildly like a demon god, with visions of the Honghuang lands manifesting behind him—that was his dao manifestation, evolving Honghuang principles.

However, to Ye Chen, it was all for show. His quick thinking always let him escape, slippier than an eel.

In a brief moment, he glanced at the skies, already sensing the aura of Da Chu, though it was still far away—he needed to wait.

If not for that, he would have slapped Taotie dead long ago.

As always, the only ones from the Honghuang clans that truly warranted his caution were their princes. These other princes here? He could take on a whole group single-handedly.

Thinking of that, he retreated again, dodging Taotie's killing move and transforming into a dragon form, thrashing through the blood sea.

"Is that all you can do—run?" Taotie roared, repeatedly stirring up massive waves to engulf Ye Chen, only for Ye Chen to burst out each time.

"What do you care?" Ye Chen retorted, slipping away shamelessly as Taotie chased with unyielding dominance. He had no intention of fighting head-on—just keeping his distance, taunting him to catch up if he could.

Taotie ground his teeth in frustration, his anger building with nowhere to vent his immense power, unable to land a hit.

Below, the spectators pulled out small stools with knowing looks—standing to watch was tiring; better to sit.

In the end, their foresight proved wise—the battle wouldn't end anytime soon; it was going to drag on.

"These two fools." Honghuang Qilin Jiuchen grew impatient, patted his backside, and stood up, deciding to leave. He'd rather find somewhere to relax than watch this.

But as he passed by the Donghua Seven, he paused, scanning Jiang Taixu and then Mo Yuan.

Under his scrutiny, both Jiang Taixu and Mo Yuan shook their heads with a smile, their expressions oddly peculiar for some reason.

It was no wonder—they were all from the Honghuang era. If Jiang Taixu and Mo Yuan were the great talents of that time, then Jiuchen was the monstrous prodigy.

Clearly, they had heard of Jiuchen's fame. The Honghuang Qilin bloodline was unmatched across all of Zhutian.

"Interesting." Jiuchen sighed. "I thought you looked familiar. You two are still alive—quite unbelievable."

"Senior, don't tease us juniors. Since you're still in this world, we juniors naturally want to live a few more years too." Jiang Taixu laughed.

"Don't kid around; you're making me feel old." Jiuchen coughed dryly. "In terms of age, we're thousands of years apart, aren't we?"

"With your insight, Senior, have you figured out who that person is?" Mo Yuan chuckled, referring, of course, to Ye Chen.