Chapter 1798

The heavens and earth fell silent, all because Ye Chen had glanced at Qiu Yu, leaving him frozen in place like a stone-carved statue, his eyes dull and devoid of any light.

In contrast, Qiu Yu on the opposite side had a slight smile on his lips, watching Ye Chen with great interest, as if admiring his own handiwork.

He was extremely confident in his technique, Yi Nian Hua Kai, and Ye Chen's current state was exactly as he had anticipated—trapped inescapably in the illusion.

"What's the situation?" Seeing Ye Chen standing motionless, Xiao Yuan Huang in the audience scratched his head, his expression full of astonishment.

"The Hong Huang Qiu Yu is skilled in illusions and has a deep connection to the Shen Clan. Yi Nian Hua Kai is incredibly powerful; Ye Chen has likely fallen under the illusion, with his mind pulled into the realm," Nan Di pondered.

"That Qiu Yu is smiling so smugly, probably thinking he's got Ye Chen beat," Wu Zu Shen Zi muttered darkly. "It just makes me angry looking at him."

"You're underestimating the Sheng Ti," Gu Zu Shen Nv said with a light laugh. "Back at the Yao Chi grand event, he was hit by the Shen Clan's Yi Nian Hua Kai from their Shen Zi, and he still broke free."

"The circumstances are different now," Ling Zu Shen Nv frowned. "Back then, he had the Xian Yan to help him, but he doesn't have it this time."

As she spoke, the others couldn't help but feel worried. He had survived so many great trials, and it would be absurd to capsize in this shallow ditch.

"Why isn't he moving?" While they discussed, murmurs rose from all around, with pairs of eyes fixed on the battle platform.

"His mind has been drawn into the illusion," Jiu Xiao Zhen Ren said calmly. "Yi Nian Hua Kai is an unpredictable illusion technique."

"Without the Xian Yan to assist, it's truly difficult to break Qiu Yu's illusion," Chi Yang Zi said, his face full of concern, sensing that something bad might happen.

"I bet on Qiu Yu dying miserably," Jiu Chen said with a wine burp. He was probably tired, as he sat down at Yun Xiao Zi's feet, tucked his hands in, and then lay on Yun Xiao Zi's lap.

"Get lost." Yun Xiao Zi finally lost his temper and kicked him away. So what if he was a Hong Huang Qilin? He kicked him anyway.

"Just watch the show." Jiu Chen coughed dryly and shamelessly came back, propping up his stool and sitting down again.

Yun Xiao Zi ignored him and switched places with Chi Yang Zi, then looked toward the battle platform, where Ye Chen still hadn't moved.

"In your view, can that young fellow break Yi Nian Hua Kai?" Mo Yuan asked with a smile, directing the question to Jiang Tai Xu.

"It's just an illusion," Jiang Tai Xu replied with a smile, his eyes as calm as an ancient well, full of confidence in Ye Chen without a hint of doubt.

"Break it! Hurry up and break it!" The younger generation from the Zhu Tian realms were like ants on a hot pan, anxious and unable to sit still.

"Defeated six clans in a row, but he'll still fall to my Qiu Yu clan," the Qiu Yu Zhun Di said with a sinister laugh, his blood-red eyes fierce and grotesque.

"Master, it seems we won't even need to act to eliminate him," Shang Yang said with a sinister grin, his face even more menacing than Qiu Yu's.

"Dying at Qiu Yu's hands is for the best—it saves me the trouble of acting," Yan Tian Lao Zu said indifferently, then closed his eyes.

"Relying on just one illusion technique to take down the Huang Gu Sheng Ti? Qiu Yu is probably overthinking it," Tian Shuo said with a leisurely smile. Seeing the Qiu Yu Zhun Di so full of confidence made him inexplicably want to laugh.

"His eyes hold profound secrets," Chen Yi said meaningfully, standing quietly and staring at Ye Chen's eyes.

"What a coincidence, I think so too," Xiao Jiu Xian said with a playful smile. No one knew when she had arrived, but the young girl naturally stood next to Chen Yi and linked arms with him.

On the platform, Qiu Yu had transformed into a killing sword, holding it in one hand as he slowly approached Ye Chen, toying with him at a leisurely pace.

The younger generation from the Zhu Tian realms watched with tense bodies, their hearts pounding fiercely with every step Qiu Yu took.

Even many of the older generation held their breath, their hands clenched white and sweat soaking their clothes.

If Ye Chen couldn't break the illusion, he would surely be slain by Qiu Yu. It had been hard enough to have someone hold the line, and losing him like this would be a tremendous loss for the Zhu Tian realms.

"This is the Zhu Tian human cultivator—weak enough to be crushed in an instant," Qiu Yu Jiu Huang Zi said with a eerie laugh that echoed through the heavens and earth.

"Pathetic," Ye Chen thought to himself, unfazed. He remained standing there, completely still, showing no reaction.

To outsiders, it seemed he had truly fallen into Qiu Yu's illusion, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered for Qiu Yu to kill at will.

But unfortunately, the world had still underestimated Ye Chen. With his complete Lun Hui Yan, Yi Nian Hua Kai was ineffective against him.

Even without the Lun Hui Yan, he had many ways to break the trap—it was just that using his eyes was the most direct method.

"Messing with the Hong Huang comes at a price." At half a zhang away, Qiu Yu Huang Zi stopped, his smile demonic as he raised the killing sword. But he didn't strike at Ye Chen; instead, he aimed to lift Ye Chen's mask, curious to see the face of the Zhu Tian human cultivator who had defeated six clans.

However, before his sword tip could touch the mask, Ye Chen's dull eyes suddenly burst with brilliant light.

This change made Qiu Yu's expression shift dramatically. The light in Ye Chen's eyes proved his mind had returned—the illusion was broken.

"Still think you can kill me?" Ye Chen sneered and slapped out with a palm. Qiu Yu Jiu Huang Zi, still in shock, was caught off guard and nearly exploded from the hit.

"How is that possible?" The Qiu Yu Zhun Di's face also changed suddenly, well aware of Yi Nian Hua Kai's terror, yet it had been broken.

"It's actually broken so easily—that Qiu Yu illusion," the other Hong Huang clans were quite surprised. Ignoring Yi Nian Hua Kai at the same level was rare.

"Nicely done!" Xiao Yuan Huang couldn't help but roar. "I told you, Old Seven's got some serious skills!"

"You idiot, Qiu Yu's the real idiot!" Long Jie and the others weren't idle either, shouting so loudly it shook the heavens and made ears ring.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Qiu Yu Jiu Huang Zi's roar was even louder than Xiao Yuan Huang's. His eyes were blood-red, veins bulging on his forehead, his face twisted in grotesque fury. His proud illusion had been breached, and he couldn't accept it. He had thought Yi Nian Hua Kai would easily deal with Ye Chen, but it had no effect.

"Impossible things are plentiful." Ye Chen's words were cold and desolate as his figure flashed like a ghost, closing in on Qiu Yu.

Qiu Yu Huang Zi's mental resilience was indeed lacking; after a single blow, he forgot to defend himself. In that instant, his head was severed.

Fresh blood sprayed from the bowl-sized neck like a gushing spring, and his bloody head rolled across the platform.

Only then did he react. His Yuan Shen escaped his body and fled straight toward the Qiu Yu Zhun Di, screaming in terror,

"Old Ancestor, save me!"

"Since you're here, don't think about leaving." Ye Chen pursued through the sky, merging his nine Dao Shen Shang into one, a secret technique targeting the Yuan Shen.

"Shen Shang." The Qiu Yu clan Zhun Di's old eyes narrowed sharply.

Though he gritted his teeth, he didn't move, as three Di Bing in the shadows had him locked down.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Qiu Yu Jiu Huang Zi plummeted from the sky, his body pierced on the spot by Ye Chen's merged nine Dao Shen Shang.

"Get in there!" Ye Chen struck with a palm, sealing him away.

Only after finishing did he turn to look at the Qiu Yu Zhun Di, smiling brightly and cheerfully. "Happy about it?"

"You know my Qiu Yu clan's Shen Shang—who exactly are you?" The Qiu Yu Zhun Di said coldly, his old eyes blood-red.

"He is Chen Ye." Before Ye Chen could start his deception, a ethereal voice rang out, cold and desolate.

"Chen Ye?" The words made the seated Hong Huang clans rise collectively, their eyes fixed deadly on Ye Chen.

"Chen Ye?" The Zhu Tian cultivators also stood up en masse, staring at Ye Chen just like the Hong Huang clans.

Ye Chen said nothing, merely turning his head slightly to glance at the crowd. In the sea of people, he accurately spotted the disguised Yan Tian Lao Zu—the one who had spoken.

Clearly, Yan Tian had seen through his identity and spoken up, intending to use the Hong Huang clans to eliminate him.

Yan Tian Lao Zu gave a sinister laugh, revealing two rows of white teeth, his eyes flickering with a eerie light, as terrifying as a demon.

"You've got some nerve," Ye Chen also laughed, his killing intent toward Yan Tian Lao Zu reaching an uncontrollable peak.

As before, he hadn't fallen to the Hong Huang, but now he was undone by a Zhu Tian human cultivator—truly hateful.

"Chen Ye was buried in the Di Dao Jue Sha; are you sure you didn't see wrong?" A Hong Huang Zhun Di glanced at Yan Tian Lao Zu.

Not just them, the Zhu Tian cultivators all turned their gazes, hoping for a confirmed answer.

"The real deal," Yan Tian Lao Zu said indifferently, his smile eerie, his old eyes as sinister as a serpent or scorpion.

Now, all eyes gathered on Ye Chen again, waiting for an answer from him.

"As he said," Ye Chen shrugged with a laugh, not hiding it—there was no point anyway, and he admitted it outright.