Chapter 1868: Dao Sword

"Ancestor, save me." Amidst the shouts, Gui Ku roared. Unable to defeat Ye Chen, he had no choice but to beg his ancestor for help, or else Ye Chen would send him to his death.

"Stop." The Gui Ku Zhun Di thundered in anger and stepped onto the battle platform in one stride. He couldn't just stand by and watch his own prince suffer.

However, no sooner had he set foot on the platform than his head was severed, along with his primordial spirit, which was utterly destroyed.

Hisses of shock filled the air instantly. That was a Zhun Di, yet he had been killed in a single instant.

The thunderous shouts also fell into a dead silence because of the Gui Ku Zhun Di's instant defeat, leaving the scene as quiet as a grave.

In that moment, the eyes of the older generation all turned to Di Ji, for she was the one who had slain the Gui Ku Zhun Di.

They hadn't even seen how Di Ji had struck. In merely a blink, the Gui Ku Zhun Di was gone.

Now, in those gazes, there was shock and wariness. She was a ruthless figure who had survived the Emperor Tribulation, her power standing at the peak of the world.

"If any elder dares to interfere recklessly, that will be their fate."

Di Ji spoke lightly, sipping her fine wine as if nothing had happened. Her expression showed no change, her words ethereal and carrying an ancient authority that echoed through the heavens and earth.

This statement was directed at the elders of the Hong Huang clans.

This statement would make the Hong Huang remember: the truce agreement.

Anyone who dared to violate it would end up like the beheaded Gui Ku Zhun Di—a bloody example—or like the destroyed Teng She clan, a dire warning. This was no joke.

Looking at the Hong Huang elders, each one narrowed their eyes and furrowed their brows. They were filled with wariness toward this ruthless Di Ji, who killed Zhun Di as easily as chopping vegetables.

The most frustrated and aggrieved was the Gui Ku Zhun Di himself.

Even in death, he didn't know who had killed him. He couldn't believe he had died so swiftly, failing to save his prince and losing his own life in the process.

The profound silence was shattered by Ye Chen's cold shout. He twisted off Gui Ku's massive head.

"No, no, no." The Gui Ku prince's eyes were full of terror. Though his head had been torn off, his primordial spirit was still intact. For the first time in his life, he felt the breath of death.

"Have a good journey." Ye Chen showed no mercy and struck with a palm, obliterating the Gui Ku prince's primordial spirit into ashes.

"Brilliantly done." The younger generation of the Zhutian erupted in excited cheers. Watching another Hong Huang prince fall was truly satisfying.

"Is there anyone else who wants to fight?" Ye Chen laughed as he looked toward the Hong Huang, ripping off his bloodstained robe to reveal his bronze-colored skin.

"Ah!" The Yao Chi fairy maidens instinctively covered their eyes, but they couldn't help peeking through their fingers at Ye Chen, their cheeks flushing red.

"Do you think that shameless guy will take off his pants too?" Kui Niu said with a meaningful smirk, hands tucked in.

"Sister-in-law, how big is Ye Chen's... you know?" Xiao Yuan Huang rubbed his hands together, leering at Ji Ning Shuang.

"Get lost." Before Ji Ning Shuang could respond, Bei Sheng kicked out, sending that monkey flying.

"Actually, I'm curious too." Xuan Wu prince added. "It can't be bigger than mine. I've got the collector's edition."

"You get lost too." Zhu Que slapped him away.

"Is there still anyone who wants to fight?" Ye Chen asked again on the platform, holding a jug of strong wine and eyeing the Hong Huang princes with interest. "You came to cause trouble, so keep it up!"

"Arrogant." Qiong Qi prince snorted coldly, slammed his seat, and stepped onto the battle platform. His rolling vital energy surged forth.

The Qiong Qi clan was known for their dominant physical bodies, and the Qiong Qi prince was perfect proof. Streaks of lightning coiled around his body—a sign that appeared only with an extremely powerful physique.

"Good courage." Ye Chen chuckled and wasted no time, activating his great cauldron and unleashing its divine might to suppress Qiong Qi.

"This cauldron is useless against me." Qiong Qi sneered, shooting a divine light from his brow that transformed into a golden ancient bronze seal—his natal artifact, forged from special divine iron.

What made Ye Chen raise an eyebrow was that the ancient bronze seal was inscribed with over a dozen Dun Jia heavenly characters.

In an instant, the Chaos Cauldron and the ancient bronze seal collided, producing a crisp clang and sparks that flew like dazzling fireworks.

The Chaos Cauldron was extraordinary, and the ancient bronze seal was equally domineering. Both artifacts possessed high intelligence and, without their masters' command, engaged in a vast battle in the ethereal void.

"Die!" Qiong Qi prince's attack arrived—a finger of divine light engraved with Dao principles, fusing over a hundred secret techniques into one devastating strike, like a world-shattering divine ray.

Ye Chen didn't dodge. He charged head-on, using Taixu Shifting.

In a flash, he evaded the vital points and redirected Qiong Qi's finger to his shoulder, piercing a bloody hole.

An eye for an eye, he thought. After taking Qiong Qi's strike, he countered with the Eight Wastelands Fist.

Sure enough, Qiong Qi had poked a bloody hole in him, but Ye Chen's punch exploded Qiong Qi's shoulder, sending blood and bones flying.

"Very good." Qiong Qi grinned ferociously. His shattered shoulder regenerated instantly, and the spilled blood flowed back. From within his body, an immortal sword shot out, targeting Ye Chen's true form.

It was a source immortal sword, aimed at the primordial spirit, incredibly dangerous. In battle, a moment's distraction could mean instant death.

Ye Chen reacted swiftly, pinching his fingers to shatter the immortal sword. Like a soaring dragon, he leaped up and slammed down a palm from the void.

Qiong Qi struck back powerfully, punching through the palm print and charging upward against the heavens.

But as soon as he ascended, he was forced back down. Ye Chen had activated the Chaos Phenomenon, where all things evolved within it, with Dao principles and source energy dancing together, grinding the void to collapse.

"Break for me!" Qiong Qi roared in fury and unleashed his own phenomenon—a vast Hong Huang demonic land that blocked the Chaos Realm.

"Dao Jian." Ye Chen shouted softly, tracing a divine sword in his hand, condensed from the Chaos Dao. This was the divine ability he had comprehended during his battle against sixteen emperors.

"Ten Thousand Swords Slay Immortals." Qiong Qi bellowed, joining his fingers and pointing at Ye Chen. Swords materialized one after another, radiating divine light, similar to Ye Chen's Ten Thousand Swords Toward the Sect but targeting both the primordial spirit and physical body.

The swords rang out, piercing the azure sky and tearing through the void. There were so many that it made one's scalp tingle; each one was devastating.

"Standing too high isn't always an advantage." Ye Chen coughed dryly. With Qiong Qi below and him above, he had become a live target.

Since his opponent had attacked, he had to respond. In the void, Ye Chen wielded the Dao Jian, evolving the Chaos Dao with movements that were sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

The sounds of metal clashing echoed continuously, with bursts of brilliant sparks. Qiong Qi's Ten Thousand Swords Slay Immortals was overwhelmingly powerful, yet it couldn't breach Ye Chen's defense, and all the swords shattered in the void.

"Now it's my turn." Ye Chen sneered, swinging his sword to point downward. After Ten Thousand Swords Slay Immortals came his Ten Thousand Swords Toward the Sect.

Earlier, he had been the live target; now, it was Qiong Qi's turn. The Ten Thousand Swords Toward the Sect launched an indiscriminate assault, equally domineering.

"Heavenly Shield." Qiong Qi shouted, forming ancient seals to summon a golden bell that enveloped him—an absolute defense, a protective divine ability of the Qiong Qi clan.

Clanging sounds rang out again as the sword rays struck the golden bell but failed to break through, splintering one by one.

"Return to One." Ye Chen snorted coldly. The descending Ten Thousand Swords merged in pairs, transforming Ten Thousand Swords Toward the Sect into a unified strike—a devastating sword ray that charged straight at the golden bell.

This time, Qiong Qi's absolute defense was shattered. The domineering golden bell was struck and cracked open by the unified sword, piercing his body and creating a bloody hole.

"Kill!" Qiong Qi thundered in rage, healing his wounds and activating a powerful forbidden technique. Ancient divine patterns etched into his brow, boosting his combat power to a whole new level.

"Scaring me won't work." Ye Chen smirked and slammed down another palm, with Dao laws evolving in his palm. He cast the Taixu Dragon Forbidden, forming a cage to trap Qiong Qi.

"Open!" Qiong Qi roared, radiating a halo from his center that collided with and shattered the Taixu Dragon Forbidden cage. Surging with monstrous killing intent, he burst out from within.

Yet, as soon as he emerged, Ye Chen, like a ghost, was already there. The Dao Jian swung, splitting the heavens and earth in one stroke.

Blood sprayed as Qiong Qi's arm was severed by Ye Chen. In an instant, hundreds of sword marks covered Qiong Qi's body.

"You deserve to die." Qiong Qi's eyes were bloodshot, dyeing his golden pupils red. His face twisted in ferocity as he pounced, forming armor from his own source energy on his body.

But he had underestimated the Dao Jian in Ye Chen's hand.

Though the Dao Jian was illusory, it was incredibly sharp, ignoring his source armor and attacking his Dao roots directly—it was terrifying.

"A dominant physical body is useless here." Ye Chen stepped on the Seven Stars, moving with profound Taixu techniques, his speed reaching its peak.

On the battle platform, Ye Chen's figure was nowhere to be seen, only bloody gashes appearing continuously on Qiong Qi's body, all inflicted by the Dao Jian.

Qiong Qi launched several counterattacks but couldn't catch Ye Chen. Though his physical body was stronger, his speed fell short, leaving him completely suppressed.

"Turning Dao into a sword." The various emperor's sons watched with gleaming eyes, secretly evolving and deducing the mysteries of the Dao Jian.

"I need to get Lao Qi to teach me this when I get back—it's a must-have for showing off." Kui Niu muttered to himself, scheming quietly.

"Is this the supreme insight he gained from fighting sixteen emperors?" Many elders murmured, their ancient eyes revealing enlightenment. Even numerous Zhun Di hadn't mastered turning Dao into a sword.

"I can't beat him." Jiu Chen shrugged, wary of Ye Chen's sword formed from the Chaos Dao.

"The mighty Hong Huang Qilin actually backing down?" Yun Xiao Zi glanced at him, feeling an inexplicable satisfaction.

"A man backing down once or twice isn't a big deal." Jiu Chen shook his head casually. Having backed down, he kept inching toward Yun Xiao Zi, trying to get closer—maybe they could even share a room later that night.

Yun Xiao Zi was never polite with his type. She aimed straight for Jiu Chen's weakest spot and kicked hard.

"The Holy Body is impressive—go, brother-in-law!" The younger generation of the Zhutian and the Yao Chi fairy maidens gathered again to cheer, truly a mix of men and women, pairing up one by one. This made the Yao Chi elders' faces grow even darker.

"Is the Dao Jian really that terrifying?" The Hong Huang princes looked even more grim, staring at the illusory sword. Its ability to ignore source armor was frightening enough.

"He doesn't dare clash directly with Qiong Qi and only uses speed for sneak attacks, which proves one thing: The backlash from Ye Chen's Samsara Eye is still ongoing, making it hard for him to sustain full power." Taowu prince laughed coldly, seeing through the clue.

"In the next battle, this king will go." A young man with purple hair chuckled sinisterly, his face pale and yin-like, his eyes gleaming with a demonic light and his lips curved in a mocking smile.

This was the Jin Ni prince. When it came to speed and movement, no Hong Huang prince could match him, thanks to his Flying Thunder God Technique—a single lapse could cost a life.