Chapter 1795

Chapter 1795: Di Ji

Because Ye Chen dodged once more, Jin Ni’s third killing blow missed, failing to strike Ye Chen and instead tearing a rift in space.

Jin Ni’s face had contorted from unsightly to ferocious. His golden eyes turned blood-red, flickering with a savage light.

“Don’t stop, keep going!” Standing a hundred zhang away again, Ye Chen revealed his true form. His body appeared ethereal and distorted, like a shadow floating there, profoundly mysterious.

“You’ll die a horrible death.” Jin Ni snarled coldly, immediately forming hand seals, unleashing a wave of light.

Wherever the halo passed, even the breeze ceased to blow, and the entire space was locked down, frozen in place.

At the same moment, Jin Ni vanished, needing only a fraction of an instant to behead Ye Chen.

Unfortunately, even in that fraction of an instant, Ye Chen was even more elusive. Jin Ni disappeared, and so did Ye Chen, in perfect sync, completely ignoring the spatial seal.

The Taixu Shenxing from the Taixu Ancient Dragon lineage specifically countered spatial restrictions. With Jin Ni's level of cultivation, he couldn't confine Ye Chen.

“How is that possible?” The Jin Ni Clan’s Quasi-Emperor elder’s face darkened. He had thought that with the aid of Feilei Shenjue, eliminating Ye Chen would be effortless, but he had failed repeatedly.

On the fourth miss, Jin Ni raged and unleashed another killing blow, pushing the Feilei Shenjue technique to its limit.

Ye Chen chuckled leisurely, holding his wine flask and stepping through Taixu forms, darting across the battle platform and artfully evading each time.

The scene left the spectators feeling frustrated again—no thunderous booms, just whooshing sounds, dazzling to the eyes.

“Why are my eyes still not working right?” Xiao Yuan Huang rubbed his eyes. Even the Holy Ape Clan’s fiery golden eyes couldn't keep up.

“If that were me, I’d have been finished in an instant.” Wu Clan Shenzi sighed, his heart pounding as he admitted he couldn’t dodge it.

“If not for Jin Ni using Feilei Shenjue, we wouldn’t even know about the deep connection between the Jin Ni Clan and the Jiemie Clan.”

Nan Di sighed.

“Want to learn it? I can teach you.”

Honghuang Qilin Jiu Chen turned back, tilting his head at Yun Xiao Zi.

Yun Xiao Zi’s expression remained cold and indifferent, not responding. What a joke—Feilei Shenjue wasn't something just anyone could learn. I'm a Quasi-Emperor at the peak; don’t try to fool me, grandma.

“This way of flirting isn't great.”

Chi Yang Zi nudged his companion, glancing at Jiu Chen, itching to punch him.

Jiu Chen huffed and shifted his gaze elsewhere, fixing on a plain-clothed young man in the crowd's corner.

The young man looked ordinary, one of many, with a calm and composed demeanor, showing no joy or worry, and no trace of cultivator aura, making him seem like an ordinary mortal.

But anyone with keen insight would recognize at a glance that he had returned to a state of pure simplicity—the more ordinary he appeared, the more terrifying he was.

“A formidable one has arrived.”

Jiu Chen murmured lowly.

“Do you know him?”

Chi Yang Zi raised an eyebrow.

“Even if I do, I’m not telling you.”

Jiu Chen’s remark nearly made Chi Yang Zi explode. Damn it, being a Honghuang Qilin makes you so superior? You won’t answer anything; may you choke on it.

“Taixu, do you recognize him?”

Wuji looked toward Jiang Taixu.

“Wu Qing.”

Before Jiang Taixu could speak, Mo Yuan interjected, taking a deep breath. “The son of Xuan Yuan Di.”

“Another Emperor Dao inheritance?”

Chi Yang Zi was startled.

Wuji Zi and the others couldn’t help but sigh. Xuan Yuan Di, the 130th Emperor of the Xuan Huang era, widely acknowledged as the strongest Great Emperor, actually had a legacy in the world—how could that not shock people?

Anything related to a Great Emperor commanded reverence from the world. The legends of emperors were myths, and their sons were no less renowned than their forebears.

“First the son of Xuan Gu, then the son of Yan Di, Yao Chi’s own brother, and now the son of Xuan Yuan—things are getting lively indeed.”

Chi Yang Zi perked up, his old eyes scanning the crowd one by one, hoping for more discoveries.

“Di Ji has arrived.”

Yun Xiao Zi murmured softly, her clear and beautiful eyes gazing toward the void’s clouds, where a woman in green descended gracefully and stood poised. Her face was indistinct, and though she was only a thousand zhang away, she seemed more distant than a dream.

“Who is Di Ji?”

Chi Yang Zi also looked up, his small eyes sharpening. “Such an extraordinary woman, peerlessly elegant—who knows if she’s married.”

“Why, thinking of flirting with her?”

Wuji Zi turned with a smile.

“We’re both Quasi-Emperors at the peak—we’re a perfect match, talented and beautiful.”

Chi Yang Zi smoothed his hair, speaking self-admiringly. “You have to help me with this, for my lifelong happiness.”

“If you can beat Liu Dao, then you can go for it.”

“What’s that got to do with that madman when I’m looking for a wife?”

“It’s a big connection.”

Xuan Zhen Zi stroked his beard. “Di Ji is Liu Dao’s beloved.”

“I think he and Liu Dao are more suited.”

Chi Yang Zi said earnestly, a Quasi-Emperor suddenly acting timid.

It wasn’t just him—many Quasi-Emperors present felt uneasy at the sight of Di Ji, inevitably thinking of that madman who fought without mercy, attacking anyone in sight. Quasi-Emperors left battered in heaps were common.

Di Ji was indeed beautiful, but no one dared to flirt. Even Quasi-Emperors hesitated—Liu Dao’s temper was nothing to trifle with.

At that moment, too many old-timers were subconsciously scanning their surroundings. With Di Ji here, Liu Dao might show up too.

But they didn’t want him to come, fearing another beating.

While the crowd watched Di Ji, she was watching Ye Chen.

Her beautiful eyes held a trace of emperor essence, as if piercing through Ye Chen’s ghostly mask to see his true face.

Her expression was somewhat dazed. Looking at Ye Chen now was like looking at Liu Dao—they were identical.

“Emperor’s killing intent, Huanggu Shengti—he’s Ye Chen of Da Chu.”

After a moment of daze, Di Ji murmured lightly, her tone surprised, even shocked.

During the second Heavenly Demon invasion, as a Quasi-Emperor at the peak, she had participated, slaying more than one Heavenly Demon general, and had heard of Ye Chen, even seen his portrait.

No world had two Huanggu Shengti, and the unique emperor’s killing intent in his body confirmed it. She was certain that the young man battling Jin Ni’s eighth prince on the platform was Ye Chen, the Sacred Body who had died in the starry sky two years ago.

But she was puzzled—how had the dead Ye Chen come back to life?

No one gave her an answer. She only knew that Ye Chen was identical to Liu Dao, and that among the younger generation of the Honghuang clans, no one could match the Sacred Body—that undefeated war god.

On the platform, Ye Chen, who was darting through Taixu, couldn't help but glance sideways, sensing Di Ji’s scrutiny. When his eyes met her beautiful gaze, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes narrowed.

“Emperor essence—she’s survived the Emperor Tribulation?”

Ye Chen murmured to himself, confirming that Di Ji had seen through his identity. Zhou Tian was profound, but it couldn't block emperor essence’s scrutiny.

“Watch out!”

His momentary distraction was jolted by Xiao Yuan Huang’s loud shout, prompting him to hastily evade the killing blow.

But he was still a step too slow, struck by Jin Ni’s sword on his arm, severing the entire limb as fresh blood sprayed.

“Die!”

With a successful hit, Jin Ni’s eighth prince grew confident, his face twisted in a grin as he thrust his sword toward Ye Chen’s origin soul.

“Who gave you that confidence?”

Ye Chen sneered coldly, soaring into the sky and moving through the nine heavens. The arm that had been severed was reattached, as Jin Ni’s prior killing blow hadn’t truly harmed his core.

“Exterminate!”

Jin Ni shadowed him closely, his sword already arriving.

Ye Chen snorted and suddenly raised his hand, gripping it precisely and shattering the sword enhanced with Dao principles.

Jin Ni discarded the sword, thrusting a finger of thunder light toward Ye Chen’s brow.

However, Ye Chen was faster, tilting his head to dodge the fatal strike and kicking Jin Ni over, followed by a palm strike that nearly scattered his powerful body.

“Kill!”

Jin Ni gritted his teeth, his eyes shooting lightning, seemingly intent on targeting Ye Chen’s origin soul again—this time a soul attack, charging straight for the true form to obliterate him in one blow.

Ye Chen was dominant, not dodging or evading, swinging a palm in return. He took Jin Ni’s strike, but Jin Ni also ate his fist. Ye Chen was fine, but Jin Ni was miserable, half his body exploding as he was sent flying.

“I don’t believe it.”

Jin Ni roared in fury, abruptly halting his momentum.

“Then I’ll beat you until you do.”

Ye Chen snorted coldly. Before Jin Ni could catch his breath, he was upon him, swinging fists relentlessly.

The spectators felt a twinge of sympathy for Jin Ni, knowing the bloodshed to come was inevitable once the Sacred Body closed in.

And so it was—Jin Ni’s eighth prince, now face-to-face with Ye Chen, was beaten relentlessly without respite.

Ye Chen’s vital energy surged like roaring flames, each fist stronger than the last, drawing blood with every hit and sending Jin Ni’s blood and bones flying.

He had planned to drag things out, but seeing Jin Ni’s arrogance, he decided to let the eighth prince enjoy himself fully.

Jin Ni was in utter misery, every attempted counterattack beaten back, every secret technique interrupted by Ye Chen.

Blood splattered across the vast sky as Jin Ni was blasted apart repeatedly, reformed each time, only to be blasted apart again.

The mighty Honghuang Clan prince couldn’t even catch his breath in front of Ye Chen, thoroughly suppressed.

The scene was ironic—bearing the Feilei Shenjue secret technique, yet he was crushed like this, unable even to flee.

He wanted to escape, but Ye Chen wouldn’t allow it, having already erased all the spatial marks in this heaven. Jin Ni’s eighth prince could no longer use them to flee.

“Beat him, beat him to death!”

Before Xiao Yuan Huang could cheer, the four Quasi-Emperors—Qiong Qi, Teng She, Tao Wu, and Tao Tie—grinned maliciously, laughing wildly and feeling immense satisfaction.

Our prince is getting beaten to a pulp, so yours won’t fare any better—come on, let’s mutually destroy each other! We don’t mind.

“Bastards, shameless, it’s a juniors’ battle—what business is it of you old birds?”

Seeing the heavens gaining the upper hand, the heavens’ juniors cursed loudly, not caring if they were Quasi-Emperors.

“Beat him, beat him to death!”

Another group of young cultivators gathered around the battle platform, waving banners to cheer for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen lived up to the crowd’s expectations, pounding Jin Ni’s eighth prince until he lost all sense of direction.

The Jin Ni Quasi-Emperor couldn’t sit still any longer, vanishing in an instant with Feilei Shenjue, aiming to eliminate Ye Chen before the heavens reacted and eliminate the threat forever.

“Knowing your divine ability, how could I be unprepared?”

Three heavens Quasi-Emperors appeared at once, brandishing three Emperor Weapons to seal the heavens. The Jin Ni Quasi-Emperor was forced out, vomiting blood profusely.

“Get lost!”

Jin Ni raged, wielding an ultimate Emperor Weapon to charge.

“Three against one, seeking trouble?”

The three heavens Quasi-Emperors scolded coldly. Three Quasi-Emperors versus one, three Emperor Weapons versus one—all absolute suppression, trapping the Jin Ni Quasi-Emperor in the void. Did he think he could break through? Fat chance.

“You wretches, shameless scum, it’s a fight among juniors—what’s it to you?”

Seeing the heavens dominating, the heavens’ juniors cursed even more.

“Beat him, beat him to death!”

The other wave of young cultivators shouted.

Ye Chen was in his element, ensuring he honored the folks’ support by pummeling Jin Ni’s eighth prince senseless.