Chapter 1855: You, Are Pathetic

Chapter 1855: You, Are Very Pitiful

In the vastness of space, Ye Chen stepped out of the domain gate, activated his Lunhui Yan, and scanned all directions. His divine sense extended infinitely outward.

However, to his disappointment, he found nothing at all.

Throughout his search, he had not caught sight of Ji Ningshuang or Tengshe Taizi, not even the slightest trace of battle fluctuations.

The cosmos was too immense and boundless; without any battle energy, finding those two was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

"East." Just as Ye Chen was at a loss, the Emperor Sword in his hand let out a resonant hum and spoke in human words. Clearly, its spirit was quite advanced.

"Thank you." Ye Chen did not hesitate and headed straight east.

As fellow Emperor-level artifacts, there must be some mysterious connection between supreme Emperor weapons.

Since the Emperor weapon was guiding him, he trusted it unconditionally.

This was a pitch-black expanse of space, shrouded in dense yin fog, with stars that exuded an ancient, lifeless silence.

If you listened carefully, you could even hear the wails of malevolent ghosts.

With a tremendous boom, a dormant star suddenly exploded, sending fragments hurtling like meteors into the depths of space.

This was followed by a surge of supreme Emperor might, rippling out like waves and spreading endlessly, dispersing the yin fog wherever it went and grinding stars into dust.

Clearly, a fierce battle was raging, and the combatants were no other than Ji Ningshuang and Tengshe Taizi.

Both wielded Emperor weapons, and their clashes produced overwhelmingly vast battle fluctuations, with each collision unleashing apocalyptic visions.

"Today, I will use your life to honor the spirits of my clan in the heavens." Tengshe Taizi grinned menacingly, his eyes blood-red and terrifying, like a demon or a vengeful ghost. No longer in his Yuan Shen state, he had activated his Blood Succession Limit, reforming his physical body. Holding the Tengshe clan's Emperor weapon, he exuded a torrent of demonic energy that blanketed swath after swath of space.

Opposite him, Ji Ningshuang stood gracefully, also gripping an Emperor sword. Her long hair had turned snow-white, and nine ancient divine patterns were etched on her forehead, indicating she had unleashed numerous forbidden techniques.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her face was pale. Her pristine immortal robes were stained with streaks of fresh blood.

A glaring wound marked her jade shoulder, flickering with a dim light that drained her vital energy and devoured her true essence.

She was not a match for Tengshe Taizi—in fact, with his Blood Succession Limit activated, his power surpassed hers. Without the protection of her Emperor weapon, she would have already turned to mist.

"Kill, kill, kill." Tengshe Taizi roared ferociously, slashing out a river of blood-colored immortal energy that split the space apart. He had gone mad, drawing upon his origins without regard for the cost.

Ji Ningshuang said nothing, advancing instead of retreating. She swung her Emperor sword, severing the blood-colored river, but the impact sent her stumbling backward. The Blood Succession Limit was too overpowering for her to withstand.

"Die!" Tengshe Taizi charged, his sword delivering a devastating blow aimed straight at Ji Ningshuang's forehead—a lethal strike.

Ji Ningshuang furrowed her brows slightly and soared into the sky to evade the fatal attack. Then, with a swift flip, she struck back with her sword, landing a hit on Tengshe Taizi's back and nearly splitting him in two with a devastating slash.

Yet, in his Blood Succession Limit state, Tengshe Taizi's body regenerated instantly, even his spilled blood flowing back. In mere moments, he was completely unharmed.

This was the dominance of the Blood Succession Limit—nearly indestructible, with regenerative abilities that utterly overwhelmed Ji Ningshuang.

Tengshe Taizi licked his crimson lips, merging his Emperor sword into his body and attacking bare-handed, his fingers tracing ancient scripts.

These were Emperor Dao principles; his palm strike covered the sky, heavy as a mountain. He and the Tengshe clan's Emperor weapon were innately perfectly attuned.

Ji Ningshuang also merged her supreme Emperor weapon, raising her crystalline jade hand to strike from across the space, clashing directly with Tengshe Taizi.

Their palms met, and that section of space collapsed instantly.

Once again, Ji Ningshuang was the one forced back, her entire immortal glow dimming significantly.

It was not that she did not want to flee—she simply could not. This space was an anomalous realm summoned by the Tengshe Emperor weapon, and even she could not find a way out for the moment.

"Despairing, aren't you?" Tengshe Taizi bared his serpentine fangs, wrapped in demonic energy as he advanced step by step across the space.

Perhaps due to his immense weight, each step made the space tremble with a deep rumble. His eerie laughter was filled with a bewitching power, seeping into the divine sea and disrupting one's mind.

"You, are truly very pitiful." Ji Ningshuang spoke softly, her expression indifferent. Her words flowed like an immortal melody, carrying a divine awakening force that countered the bewitching power in Tengshe Taizi's laughter.

Pitiful!

Those two simple words instantly twisted Tengshe Taizi's laughing face into something grotesque and savage.

Pitiful—yes, he was pitiful. His entire Tengshe clan had been wiped out, leaving only him. How could he not be?

He still remembered the curses of his clanspeople, filled with resentment for the calamity he had brought upon the Tengshe.

He was alive, yet burdened with the resentment of his entire race.

The Emperor Dao inheritance had been disgraced because of him.

It had to be said that Ji Ningshuang's remark struck Tengshe Taizi deeply. Outwardly strong, he was inwardly fragile, and she had deliberately unsettled his mind.

Warfare of the heart comes before warfare of arms—a lesson Ye Chen had taught her.

This strategy applied not only to mortals but also to immortals. Mental warfare could sometimes be more terrifying than physical combat.

"It's all Ye Chen's fault, all Ye Chen's!" Tengshe Taizi lost control, roaring and bellowing, his aura turning wildly violent and bloodthirsty. Ji Ningshuang had touched his raw nerve.

"Kill." He went berserk, unleashing secret techniques recklessly and without limit, bombarding endlessly. "Everyone connected to Ye Chen must die."

"You committed evil first, sowing the seeds of karma, so you must reap the consequences." Ji Ningshuang's tone was calm; she avoided direct confrontation with Tengshe Taizi, relying instead on her profound evasion techniques.

Provoked by her, Tengshe Taizi's mind was unstable. Though his attacks were fierce, his accuracy suffered greatly, missing her entirely.

Hatred clouded Tengshe Taizi's vision, and with his mind in chaos, even his superior strength was greatly diminished.

The space trembled from his onslaughts, riddled with spatial rifts and black holes, transforming into utter chaos.

Ji Ningshuang fought while retreating, her divine sense and heavenly eye scanning for weaknesses in the anomalous realm.

If she could break through this space, she could summon experts from Great Chu to aid her. Tengshe Taizi's potential was too dangerous—he had to be eliminated.

However, she had overestimated Tengshe Taizi and underestimated the Tengshe Emperor weapon, which autonomously cast a secret technique to stabilize his mind. The rampaging Tengshe Taizi was no longer out of control.

"Ye Chen's woman, I truly underestimated you." Tengshe Taizi gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with savagery.

With that, he suddenly looked up and fired a divine beam from his finger, targeting Ji Ningshuang's Yuan Shen in an attempt to destroy her true self.

"When have you ever truly respected me?" Ji Ningshuang replied coldly, treading on Dao essence as she fled across the space, dodging the attack.

In an instant, Tengshe Taizi was upon her again, summoning a sea of demonic blood that engulfed the heavens and earth, swallowing Ji Ningshuang whole.

The sea of demonic blood had immense devouring power, enhanced by sealing secret techniques and Emperor weapon principles, making it extraordinarily formidable.

"Break!" Ji Ningshuang shouted sharply, lightly tracing with her jade finger to carve out a silver galaxy, shattering the sea of demonic blood. Then, she transformed into a phoenix and burst free.

"Can you escape?" Tengshe Taizi was already high in the heavens; as soon as Ji Ningshuang emerged, his palm strike was upon her.

Ji Ningshuang spat blood, her supreme Emperor weapon humming as it invoked Emperor Dao principles to manifest a vision and repel the strike.

But she paid a heavy price for it—her robes were soaked in blood, and her protective immortal light shattered, sending her plummeting from the sky.

Tengshe Taizi gave her no chance to catch her breath, firing thunderbolts from his eyes, empowered by Emperor might and carrying world-ending force, once again aimed at her Yuan Shen.

As she fell, Ji Ningshuang forcibly halted her bleeding form.

Yet, gazing at the thunder descending from above, she felt a sense of helplessness. That strike was locked onto her by the Emperor weapon.

In such a short time and distance, in her current state, she could not evade the killing blow.

But at that very moment, the anomalous realm shuddered violently and tore open a massive rift. A beam of golden light shot in.

Upon closer inspection, it was Ye Chen—he had arrived.

In a flash of lightning, he appeared at her side, wrapped his arm around Ji Ningshuang's waist, and spun elegantly. Merging his Nine Paths and Eight Desolations into one, he blasted upward against the heavens, obliterating Tengshe Taizi's thunder.