Chapter 1806

The gods coughed dryly, looking somewhat awkward, especially Di Xuan, the peerless queen who had never lost her composure like this before.

Da Chu's Zhundi also coughed dryly. At this moment, the gods were just like they had been earlier, under the gaze of thousands, appearing quite foolish.

Now, things were better—with companions to share the moment. Once, they had joined forces to slaughter an emperor; tonight, they cursed together, showing true tacit understanding.

"First, it was Da Chu's Zhundi, and now, the gods of the Emperor. For such supreme figures to act this way, what Ye Chen spoke of must be no simple matter," said Tuntian Mozun leisurely.

"I am also extremely curious," Ji Taixu said with a slight smile. If not for the standoff, he would have likely gone down to investigate.

"Yan Tian Laozu is about to be defeated," Xiaoyaozi said calmly, drawing everyone's attention to the vast sky.

As they looked, they saw a blood-soaked figure plummeting from the heavens.

It was Yan Tian Laozu, his body exploded and no longer in human form.

"Ghost Gate Pass, may you have a good journey," Hua Qingluo shouted coldly, slashing a river of immortals from the sky. Though dazzling, it destroyed heaven and earth; though blazing, it was bone-chillingly cold.

This was a strike of utter annihilation. In Yan Tian's current state, he could never block it—a single sword would turn him to dust.

Yan Tian's eyes bulged, his pupils contracted, and his gaze was filled with bloodshot veins. Staring at that river of immortals, his face was full of terror.

On the brink of death, he finally understood regret—regretting provoking Ye Chen, regretting allying with the Honghuang, leading to his own demise.

Retribution—this was all retribution, raw and undeniable.

He roared, a cry full of grief, resentment, and remorse.

The sword fell, splitting the heavens with a crack, and Yan Tian's bloodied body turned to ashes under the blade. Scarlet blood mist splattered across the sky, each drop stark and piercing.

"How refreshing, truly refreshing," laughed the Kui Niu Clan's Huang, his golden eyes gleaming brightly, his voice shaking the heavens with a rumble.

"Heaven's cycle brings retribution; no one escapes. This is karma," chided the Sheng Yuan Huang with a laugh, his words firm and resounding.

"This is the fate of those who harm the beings of the Zhutian," snorted an elder, though with a hint of regret for not killing the old Yan Tian dog himself. Still, the outcome was good—despite Yan Tian's profound Dao, he couldn't escape the gods' execution.

"The gods are mighty! The gods are mighty!" A group of younger ones shouted excitedly, their voices roaring, bringing great honor to the Zhutian.

"Keep it low-key," Hua Qingluo said lightly, waving his hand as he looked toward Zhan Wang and Qiong Qi. When he had arrived earlier, the two were already fighting, and now that he had slain the old Yan Tian dog, they were still at it.

But that didn't mean his power surpassed Zhan Wang's.

Their opponents were different, so they had to be judged separately.

As one of the first creatures when the heavens opened, Qiong Qi's bloodline and origin completely overwhelmed Zhan Wang, far beyond an ordinary Zhundi level.

With such foundations, even if Hua Qingluo stepped in, suppression would be impossible.

"No pressure," Hua Qingluo said with a chuckle, withdrawing his gaze before turning and descending from the sky. He landed on the battle platform and casually tossed Yan Tian's storage bag to Ye Chen. "A reward for you."

"This is great," Ye Chen said with a grin. Yan Tian was a Dao Palace elder, so his treasures were surely plentiful.

"Come, stand over here." Hua Qingluo pulled Di Xuan away from Ye Chen's side and planted himself between them.

Then, with a puzzled expression, he looked at the gods. "What just happened? That single word 'rely' shook heaven and earth, moving ghosts and gods."

"See for yourself," Beilin said, waving his hand and offering a strand of divine consciousness.

Hua Qingluo read it, and his expression changed instantly, much like Da Chu's Zhundi and the gods—as if performing magic.

But before he could outburst, Di Xuan stuffed a spirit fruit into his mouth, stifling that "rely" right there.

"Is this real or fake?" Hua Qingluo swallowed the spirit fruit whole, his eyes fixed on Ye Chen. Those events were too shocking.

"We'll talk about it slowly when we get back," Ye Chen said, fiddling with Yan Tian's storage bag and busily sorting through the treasures. He pulled out the finest ones, planning to take them back and share with Xiong Er and the others.

"I never would have thought," Hua Qingluo said, unable to help but grin.

He finally understood why the gods had been so agitated earlier. With two supreme beings involved, one being Di Huang, how could they not curse?

"Beauty, do you have time tonight? This poor Daoist invites you to view the moon!" Ren Wang sidled over, standing in front of Di Xuan, rubbing his hands and chuckling lecherously.

Hearing this, Donghuang Tai Xin and Yue Huang, standing nearby, both turned their gazes and glanced at Ren Wang. Emperor's sister—dare to flirt with her? Your guts are quite bold!

"Do you have time? Answer me!" Ren Wang kept rubbing his hands.

"No time," Di Xuan replied indifferently, her beautiful eyes cold and aloof.

"I have time," Hua Qingluo said, draping an arm over Ren Wang's shoulder and smiling faintly, though his grin was unsettling.

"I have time too," Tian Jiu said, stepping to Ren Wang's other side and draping an arm over his shoulder.

"If that's the case, us two also have time," Beilin and Tian Yuan said, walking up. One carried an iron rod, the other a club, both tucking them into their sleeves and polishing them vigorously.

"Uh, hehehe," Ren Wang laughed awkwardly, suddenly backing down.

He had meant to flirt with the Emperor's sister, but ended up drawing this crowd. Viewing the moon tonight would likely end in a beating.

"Qiong Qi is about to fall," Tian Lao said leisurely while Ren Wang was still chatting, his eyes fixed on the vast sky.

Everyone stopped joking and looked up together.

Zhan Wang was dominant, his axe sending Qiong Qi flying eight thousand zhang, scattering blood and flesh across the sky.

Even Qiong Qi's clan emperor weapon, the battle halberd, was shaken away, embedding itself in the ground with its ultimate Dao light dimming.

In contrast, Zhan Wang stood in the void like an unyielding monument, a war god overlooking the world.

"I don't believe it," Qiong Qi roared, his hair wild like a mad dog. He regenerated his divine body and formed seals to attack again.

Zhan Wang stared coldly, silent, and swung a palm.

Without an emperor weapon to aid him, how could Qiong Qi block this palm? He charged forward only to be sent flying back.

"Damned thing," snorted another Qiong Qi Zhundi, summoning the battle halberd from the ground and rushing into the sky.

"Bullying Da Chu as if it's undefended?" Yan Huang shouted coldly, suspending the Xian Wang Tower above his head and stepping into the heavens to block Qiong Qi.

"Get lost," the second Qiong Qi bellowed, wielding the emperor weapon halberd and reigniting its ultimate Dao might. He slashed through the air, a strike that could destroy heaven and earth, ripping open the vast sky.

Yan Huang sneered, transforming the Xian Wang Tower into a divine sword and countering with a heaven-defying slash, even more forceful than Zhan Wang's. It was a matchless blow of annihilation.

Another clash of emperor weapons shattered the heavens and cracked the earth. Yan Huang stood firm, while the second Qiong Qi was sent flying.

"Good," shouted the Wu Clan Sheng Huang. Da Chu's rulers were no joke—one fiercer than the last.

"Start the war, start the war," Qiong Qi said, halting in the void and roaring toward the heavens, his blood eyes terrifying and his grotesque face like a demon, grinding his teeth.

"Let the flames of war spread across the Zhutian," Taotie Zhundi responded first, awakening his emperor weapon's divine power to sweep through the eight wastelands.

"This one is mine," Tai Wang snorted coldly, shooting into the sky like a divine ray. His inner divine hall's heavenly seal hummed, overflowing with ultimate Dao might, blocking Taotie Zhundi with overwhelming presence.

At this sight, six figures from the Honghuang clans charged out together.

They were the Zhuwu Clan, Jin Ni Clan, Teng She Clan, Tian Xie Clan, Gui Ken Clan, and Qiu Yu Clan Zhundi, each carrying an emperor weapon. They surged with torrential blood seas, and Honghuang aura roiled wildly.

"Battle," Chu Huang snorted coldly, stepping into the heavens.

Simultaneously, Yue Huang, Xuan Huang, Chen Huang, Dong Huang, and Tian Zang Huang ascended, wielding their ultimate Dao emperor artifacts.

"Why aren't you going up?" Ren Wang poked Ye Chen. "You're a ruler too—don't shame the rulers' reputation."

"Go up yourself!" Ye Chen snapped. "Do I have an emperor weapon?"

"You don't, but I do!" Ren Wang chuckled, pulling out an object—a Nine Palaces Bagua Disc—and stuffing it into Ye Chen's body. "Take this and play the part. I'm good to you, right?"

"You're just afraid of getting beaten, aren't you!" Ye Chen laughed.

"I'm great at divination, but my combat skills are pathetically weak," Ren Wang coughed, clearly cowering.

"I can see that," Ye Chen said with a smirk, though he was inwardly examining the Bagua Disc. It was indeed profound, etched with ancient patterns that rotated on their own, fused with emperor Dao laws and formidable ultimate Dao might.

No need to guess—this was the Ren Huang's life-bound emperor weapon. He hadn't expected it to be with Ren Wang, which surprised him.

"Hurry, hurry—another Honghuang Zhundi is coming," Ren Wang urged.

Ye Chen looked up and saw a Honghuang clan Zhundi charging with an emperor weapon—it was a nine-headed giant python, extremely terrifying.