Chapter 1802

Heaven and earth boomed with a deafening roar. The quasi-emperor, wielding the ultimate emperor weapon, launched his attack, shaking the heavens and earth, disrupting Yin and Yang, and overturning the cosmic order.

Looking up, a vast sea of blood churned, accompanied by thunder and lightning dancing together, tearing through the ethereal void and causing space to crumble inch by inch.

Whether in the various heavens or the primordial wilderness, everyone kept a safe distance. The emperor weapon's destructive power was absolute, and even its aftershocks could annihilate worlds.

Zhan Wang was overwhelmingly dominant, his attacks unmatched, like an eight-desert war god forging the illustrious reputation of the Great Chu emperors.

Qiong Qi fared poorly. Despite being protected by an emperor weapon, he suffered repeated injuries and bloodshed, his powerful body torn to pieces.

The scene was gruesome, with streaks of crimson blood evoking shock and horror, leaving the onlookers pale-faced.

Tian Shuo couldn't help but sigh in admiration, "They say every Great Chu emperor is extraordinarily fierce. Seeing it now, they truly are domineering."

"Even in my father's era, they would still be peerless titans," Xiao Lu exclaimed with a tsk, harboring deep wariness toward Zhan Wang.

"The younger generation defies the heavens, and so does the older one," Chen Yi took a deep breath. "This age is undoubtedly a golden era."

As the three spoke, waves of wolf howls echoed again, "Zhan Wang is unbeatable under the heavens, beating Qiong Qi until it turns into a dog."

It was Xiao Yuan Huang and his group, all beaten black and blue by their own fathers, wiping their noses while howling. They couldn't win fights against the primordial races, but their shameless antics kept them holding their ground.

"Old Seven, let me out!" Seeing Xiao Yuan Huang start yelling, Kui Niu inside the bronze furnace got fired up like he'd been injected with chicken blood.

Ye Chen smiled and waved his hand, releasing Kui Niu, along with Li Changsheng and Xi Zun.

The moment Kui Niu appeared, Xiao Yuan Huang and the others, who were still howling, froze in disbelief, staring in shock.

They had all been present when Kui Niu had died years ago, so seeing him alive now was utterly astonishing.

Not just them—the cultivators from the various heavens were stunned too.

"Is that the Kui Niu clan's crown prince? How is he still alive?"

"Two years ago, Kui Niu was wiped out by the ninth prince of the Tauwu. I saw it with my own eyes—how is he back?"

"If Ye Chen can come back to life, why can't he?"

"The one next to Kui Niu—is that Xi Zun? They were all released from the Holy Body furnace. Did Ye Chen save them?"

Long Jie subconsciously rubbed his eyes, "Am I seeing things?"

"No mistake, it's that silly old cow," Zhu Que laughed.

"Big brother!" Xiao Yuan Huang let out a hoarse cry and charged forward, his fiery eyes brimming with tears, his voice filled with grief. It was like welcoming back a long-lost brother, and the joy made him want to cry.

But awkwardly, before he could give Kui Niu a big bear hug, he was shoved aside by Kui Niu's father.

"My son," the Kui Niu Emperor choked up, his hands trembling as he reached out, afraid that everything before him was an illusion.

"Father, your child has returned," Kui Niu knelt with a thud, the burly man breaking into sobs.

What followed was an emotional scene, moving many female cultivators to wipe away tears. It was just too touching.

After the emotions settled, the group of lively fellows gathered again, each clutching a wine jug and drinking until they were foolishly drunk.

Then, the bold wolf howls resounded once more, "Zhan Wang is unbeatable under the heavens, beating Qiong Qi until it turns into a dog."

The older generations from the various heavens twitched their mouths, their expressions a mix of amusement and exasperation. Having such a bunch of eccentrics around was truly entertaining.

The primordial races, of course, weren't having it and jumped out to curse Zhan Wang, hurling insults left and right. At this point, who cared about face?

But embarrassingly, despite their numerical advantage, the primordial races were scolded so viciously by Xiao Yuan Huang and his crew that they couldn't lift their heads.

"Seeing the younger generation like this, I'm truly heartened," Ren Wang glanced over, stroking his chin with a meaningful expression.

"Quite the honor," Ye Chen rubbed his hands, tempted to join in and howl a couple of lines to vent his frustrations. However, he restrained himself and turned to the Great Chu emperors, saying, "The emperor weapons are all here—surely the heavenly demons won't try to exploit any weaknesses?"

"Don't worry, someone will act before the various heavens' gates," Donghuang Taixin said with a mysterious smile, glancing toward the Tianxu Forbidden Zone. "Keep hiding, if you can."

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. Donghuang Taixin was beautiful, but her smile was unsettling, giving him chills all over.

"Kid, tell me how you managed to come back," Ren Wang, also known as Fuxi, poked Ye Chen and winked suggestively.

This question drew the Great Chu emperors and Jian Shen toward Ye Chen, all eager to know why he had died and then been resurrected, and what he had experienced in between.

"I took a trip to the underworld," Ye Chen said with a smile.

As he spoke, he transmitted his divine sense, which contained all the events he had witnessed—the sights of the underworld, including Yan Luo, the Ming Emperor, and even Di Huang.

The quasi-emperor absorbed it, and in an instant, their expressions changed dramatically.

"Damn," the crude word burst from Donghuang Taixin's mouth, startling everyone around and even making Zhan Wang, in the midst of battle, momentarily lose focus and nearly get seriously injured by Qiong Qi.

"What a fine lady, but out comes such foul language," Chi Yang Zi stroked his beard, his face full of oddity.

"All of Great Chu's got this temperament?" an elderly quasi-emperor muttered, stroking his chin in surprise.

"The sword god's romantic interest is quite fiery and bold!" The older generations looked on with knowing expressions.

"From my years of experience, that senior beauty must be quite starved for affection," Xiao Yuan Huang scratched his fur and tiptoed to look, his eyes gleaming.

"Don't know if I could ask the sword god for a night with her," Kui Niu added, stretching his neck as far as it would go.

Hearing this, the Kui Niu Emperor nearly wet himself in fright. His precious son was bold indeed, even daring to think about the sword god's woman?

Donghuang Taixin's explosive word turned the scene lively, making her the center of attention in an instant.

Feng Huang coughed dryly, Xian Mu coughed, and Di Ji coughed too.

All were at the quasi-emperor peak level and stunningly elegant, but that one over there had truly blazed a new trail.

"You women, when do you usually swear like that?" Jiu Chen scratched his head and turned to Yun Xiao Zi.

"Scram," Yun Xiao Zi replied with a single word, perfectly answering Jiu Chen's question in this very situation.

Though surrounded by a sea of discussions, the Great Chu emperors completely ignored the commotion.

Their faces showed a spectrum of emotions—shock, doubt, confusion—all etched vividly.

It was all because Ye Chen's divine sense transmission was too unbelievable: the underworld actually had a great emperor, and Di Huang was still alive.

These two facts alone upended their understanding.

A great emperor was the pinnacle of the Dao, ruling over all spirits. The various heavens had none, yet the underworld did.

And Di Huang—what a formidable figure, having single-handedly trapped the five heavenly demon emperors at the universe's edge eons ago.

Yet who would have thought the underworld not only had an emperor but also a fully realized Holy Body? That made two supreme beings in total.

Even quasi-emperors were shaken. While the various heavens fought desperately against the heavenly demons, the underworld had resolved it all so effortlessly.

The gap between before and after was hard to swallow. If only the various heavens and domains could borrow one such being, how ideal that would be.

"Damn," they thought, and another crude word escaped.

This time, it wasn't just Donghuang Taixin—even the usually taciturn Jian Shen and the elegant Yue Huang joined in, their voices booming in unison and shaking the heavens.

This outburst caused the sky to collapse on the spot, sending a swath of floating cultivators plummeting with a whoosh, including many elders whose faces darkened in anger as they stroked their beards.

What the hell? There's a battle going on! What's with all the "damns"? Did they come all the way to Xuan Huang just to belt out obscenities?

Great Chu's people weren't just short-tempered—they were clearly sick!

One elder clumsily climbed up from the ground, cursing under his breath, having accidentally fallen from the void.

This sentiment was shared by all the cultivators from the various heavens, and even the primordial races felt the same.

A group of quasi-emperor, each renowned across the heavens, collectively swearing was quite the novelty.

Zhan Wang was the most frustrated—first Donghuang Taixin, now the Great Chu quasi-emperor. What was with everyone today? It made him want to call a truce with Qiong Qi and go ask what was going on.

Ye Chen coughed awkwardly, drawing those strange gazes from all sides onto himself, making him feel utterly uncomfortable.

I know you're shocked, but did you have to react so dramatically? If I'd known, I would've waited to talk about it back in Great Chu.

From now on, Great Chu's reputation would surely be tagged with two bold words: insane.