Chapter 1794

"Are you really just going to watch as the myriad heavens defeat our Honghuang clans one by one?"

Taotie Zhundi's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted in rage, his furious roar like a thunderclap that shattered half the sky. His killing intent surged like a wild beast, each wisp as heavy as a mountain.

"Isn't this exactly what you wanted to see?"

Tao Wu Zhundi sneered malevolently, still held captive.

"Where were you when we pleaded for help?"

Tengshe Zhundi, who was also suppressed, cackled wildly, his expression fierce and demonic.

"This is the reaping of karma, pure and simple."

Qiongqi Zhundi spoke without any pretense, finding immense pleasure in witnessing the Taotie clan's struggle and their unanswered calls for assistance, with no one stepping forward to fight alongside them.

"You scoundrels!"

Taotie Zhundi was already seething, and these words nearly made him vomit blood in anger, almost causing him to fall from the void.

"Save your breath. No one will lift a finger to help you."

Tengshe Zhundi, Tao Wu Zhundi, and Qiongqi Zhundi all sneered.

As they spoke, the three of them ceased resisting—or more accurately, all four, including Taotie Zhundi. With three Quasi-Emperors and three emperor weapons joining forces to suppress them, resistance was utterly futile.

The four stood silently in the void, their gazes cold as they watched the other great clans of Honghuang, waiting for their princes to be defeated.

When that moment arrived, those Honghuang clans would surely cry out for aid too. The four eagerly anticipated that scene: cries for help met with silence, pleas to heaven and earth falling on deaf ears, driving them to the brink of madness.

You ignored us when we needed help; don't expect us to aid you now. If you won't consider the larger picture, then let chaos reign.

The other Honghuang clans merely scoffed at their frigid stares.

The four remained unperturbed, completely disregarding it all. They sat back like fishermen waiting for their catch, relishing the misfortune, convinced that their own princes were powerful enough to avoid defeat against a human cultivator. They were full of self-assurance.

"Do you think the Honghuang clans might turn on each other?"

Xiao Yuan Huang tilted his head and murmured.

"Don't say it, but it's quite possible."

Long Jie took a swig of wine and added, "The civil war among the eight clans of the Western Desert was a sight to behold."

"Alright, plug your ears."

Wu Clan Shenzi handed out clumps of cotton, being quite considerate as he distributed them one by one.

Everyone complied seamlessly, taking the cotton and stuffing it into their ears.

They had good reason to do so, because Taotie Jiugongzi, who was locked in battle with Ye Chen, had been sent plummeting from the void. Before he even hit the ground, Ye Chen had grabbed one of his legs and was swinging him like a ragdoll.

Even the elders plugged their ears at the sight.

In the next instant, a thunderous crash echoed as Taotie Jiugongzi, covered in blood, slammed into the battle platform. His robust body made intimate contact with the stone, creating a human-shaped crater with fragmented rocks scattering everywhere.

"You deserve to die!"

Taotie Jiugongzi roared like a madman, his hair disheveled, teeth clenched, his face as hideous as a demon.

"Again!"

Ye Chen howled like a wolf, planting his feet firmly as he swung Taotie Jiugongzi back towards the platform.

Another resounding boom. Taotie Jiugongzi, still roaring, vomited blood on the spot. His internal organs shifted, his body seemed to explode, fresh blood gushed out, and his primordial spirit was nearly shattered by the impact. He tried to break free, but Ye Chen gave him no opportunity.

The battle platform became a spectacle of chaotic noise, with constant banging sounds, each one more forceful than the last. The sight made hearts tremble, and the noise nearly drove people to madness.

"Impressive, isn't it?"

Xiao Jiuxian giggled, saying this while linking her arm with Chen Yi's, acting just like a little wife.

Chen Yi was momentarily stunned, the wine flask frozen at his lips.

Tian Shuo and Xiao Lu on the side both raised their eyebrows, sizing up Xiao Jiuxian. This girl was quite forward!

Yaochi Xianmu coughed awkwardly, completely caught off guard. She could see Xiao Jiuxian's intentions, but the difference in their generations was simply too vast.

Helplessly, she glanced at Jiu Xiao Zhenren. His precious granddaughter was truly clever and mischievous, enough to shock anyone.

Without needing her look, Jiu Xiao Zhenren had already arrived. He gave Chen Yi an embarrassed smile, then grabbed Di Jiuxian and pulled her away. "You impudent girl, so improper."

"You said love has no boundaries!"

Xiao Jiuxian struggled the entire way, being dragged by her grandfather, but still tried to run back.

"That's for ancestors of that level! Do you want to shorten my lifespan?"

Jiu Xiao Zhenren blew his beard and glared, his face stern.

"I don't care. I've set my sights on him!"

Xiao Jiuxian pouted, and even as she was pulled far away, she couldn't help glancing back, flashing a smile at Chen Yi and batting her big eyes.

Chen Yi looked bewildered; the little girl was certainly entertaining, even managing to disrupt his usually calm demeanor.

"Come on, keep this safe."

Tian Shuo and Xiao Lu each handed Chen Yi a storage bag, their expressions full of meaning.

"What's this?"

Chen Yi asked in confusion, unsure what the two were up to.

"Wedding money."

Their words nearly choked Chen Yi, and Yaochi Xianmu on the side burst out laughing. These two supreme heirs were truly a pair of treasures.

"Old ancestor, save me!"

As they joked around, a wail came from the battle platform, from Taotie Jiugongzi. His cry was piercing.

Looking over, it was a gruesome scene. The once-dominant Taotie body was battered beyond recognition, blood splattering everywhere and bones flying. Just watching was heart-wrenching.

"No one can save you!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, gripping Taotie by the leg and slamming him down relentlessly. His fury towards the Honghuang clans made his strikes even more ferocious.

"Save me, old ancestor, save me!"

Taotie Jiugongzi was like a pathetic insect, his eyes filled with terror as he screamed desperately. Gone was his earlier arrogant demeanor.

Taotie Zhundi's face was icy as he moved to step forward.

But before he could, the three Quasi-Emperors from the myriad heavens blocked his path, their emperor weapons humming with power as they suppressed him forcefully.

He gritted his teeth, wanting to save him but not daring to act recklessly. With his strength alone, he couldn't break through the seal.

To rescue him, he needed the other Honghuang clans to join the fight, but what made him want to vomit blood was that those old fools remained unmoved, content to watch from the sidelines. No one came to help.

Taotie Jiugongzi collapsed, beaten into unconsciousness, his primordial spirit cracked and his true body suffering severe hidden injuries.

"Nicely done!"

Xiao Yuan Huang laughed heartily, his fiery eyes gleaming with divine light, incredibly radiant.

"Wherever he goes, trouble follows, making the rest of us look awkward."

"Speaking of style, it's got to be the Sacred Body."

Long Jie said earnestly, then kicked the Wu Clan Shenzi. "Learn from this. All bark and no bite."

The Wu Clan Shenzi's face darkened considerably. He was about to step up and deal with this guy, but the Ling Clan Shennu kicked him aside first.

"Who else?"

On the platform, Ye Chen casually tossed Taotie Jiugongzi into a bronze furnace and smiled as he looked toward the Honghuang clans. "The mighty Honghuang clans, and not a single one who can fight?"

"How arrogant."

A cold snort rang out, and before the words faded, a figure stepped onto the platform. He had long hair like a silver waterfall, his golden eyes shining brilliantly and sharply.

This was a powerful prince from the Jin Niao clan, specifically Jin Niao Ba Huangzi. His ninth brother was still locked in the bronze furnace at that moment, though he was unaware of it.

This eighth prince of the Jin Niao clan was truly exceptional, with a powerful origin and bloodline, like a drawn divine sword, exuding an overwhelming presence. His Dao essence surpassed even that of Taotie.

"Jin Niao is renowned for its attacks; be careful, fellow Daoist."

Some well-meaning younger experts couldn't help but remind him.

"No matter how strong, can it surpass their clan's ancient emperors?"

Ye Chen smiled to himself, casually stretching his neck as if nothing had happened. In the same realm, no one could match him.

"You've defeated four of our Honghuang clans; do you even qualify to fight me?"

Jin Niao Ba Huangzi said indifferently, his chin held high, not even bothering to look directly at Ye Chen, his gaze full of contempt.

"The previous four spoke just as boldly as you."

Ye Chen replied calmly, lightly brushing dust off his shoulder.

"Those four wastes, comparable to me?"

Jin Niao Ba Huangzi sneered, his aura peaking in an instant. He formed a great seal, unleashing his divine abilities straight at Ye Chen.

His movement was as fast as thunder, his attacks incredibly dominant.

He was truly like a peerless divine sword, unmatched and destructive, turning the space before him into mere paper.

"This strong? Let's test it."

Ye Chen advanced instead of retreating, stepping forward as his Nine Dao and Eight Desolations merged in an instant.

Their fist and palm collided with a thunderous explosion, a wave of light spreading out and shattering space inch by inch.

Glancing at both, Jin Niao's palm fingers had burst, but the blood quickly reversed and healed, his recovery terrifyingly fast.

Ye Chen's fist had also cracked, stained with Jin Niao and Sacred Body blood, but his recovery was no joke, restoring instantly.

In this direct clash, the two were evenly matched, neither winning nor losing. It was just a brief probe, not their full power.

"You've got some skill."

Ye Chen laughed; the one before him was much stronger than the previous four, but compared to him, he was still a step behind. Beating him was like child's play.

"Insect."

Jin Niao Ba Huangzi smirked mockingly. After one probe, ancient divine patterns etched into his brow, elevating his combat power to new heights.

As he spoke, he vanished from sight. Even the elders narrowed their eyes, unable to find his trace on the platform.

"Flying Thunder God Art."

Ye Chen murmured in surprise, his Reincarnation Eye seeing it clearly. Jin Niao Ba Huangzi was using the very Flying Thunder God Art of the Extermination Divine Body.

In a flash, he teleported away, moving like a ghost, elusive and hard to track, even for the elders.

He had just left when Jin Niao reappeared where he had stood, striking with a domineering palm blade that split space like cutting tofu—clean and swift. It was lucky Ye Chen had teleported early; otherwise, he might have lost his head. Jin Niao had that capability.

"Underestimated you."

Jin Niao chuckled eerily and vanished again.

"Is the Extermination Body a branch of the Jin Niao clan?"

Ye Chen muttered to himself, teleporting once more. He had already guessed the connection between the Extermination Divine Body and the Jin Niao clan; otherwise, where would the Flying Thunder God Art come from?

Again, as soon as he left, Jin Niao arrived. The sequence took less than a fraction of an instant, and Ye Chen barely dodged.

"You actually evaded the Extermination Kill."

Twice missing his mark, Jin Niao's face darkened, seeing it as a grave humiliation.

"Chase! Why stop?"

A hundred zhang away, Ye Chen materialized, holding a wine flask, facing the Extermination Kill with ease, speaking casually.

"I will cut you down."

Jin Niao snorted coldly and vanished again, shifting through time and space to shuttle mid-air, killing toward Ye Chen and slashing with a palm.

"All talk and no action!"

Ye Chen scoffed, sidestepping to dodge. The Flying Thunder God Art was profound, but his Reincarnation Eye was no slouch. Even without it, Jin Niao's level couldn't touch him.