Chapter 1871: You're Amazing

The silent Yao Chi grand assembly was broken by Ye Chen’s words, “Is there anyone else who wants to fight?” He put on an act again, breathing heavily and coughing violently, blood pouring out nonstop.

Indeed, someone stepped forward. He wore purple-gold armor, his qi and blood surged like a vast river and sea, his dazzling golden eyes gleamed brightly radiating a blade-like chill, and dao principles swirled around him.

This was the Taotie Prince. His bloodline origin was highly aggressive, naturally devouring spiritual energy in a forceful and barbaric manner. His clan was notoriously greedy, with nothing they wouldn't swallow.

Originally, the Pangolin Prince's defeat—and his swift execution—had made the Taotie Prince quite wary of the Huanggu Shengti. However, his ambition ultimately overpowered his caution. Ye Chen's Reincarnation Eye was sealed, he had suffered severe backlash, and he had already battled three princes in succession, leaving him in a half-crippled state.

This was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. By slaying Ye Chen, he could shatter the myth of the Huanggu Shengti's invincibility in the same realm and stand atop the world by stepping on Ye Chen's shoulders.

To put it bluntly, it was his vanity at play, clouding his usual wisdom. The allure of supreme glory was too tempting, even for him to resist.

On the surface, Ye Chen feigned weakness, but in his heart, he was secretly delighted, ready to eliminate another major foe. "I've hooked another one."

"I will definitely kill you." The Taotie Prince snorted coldly and suddenly unleashed his manifestation—a vast primordial realm, with clear mountains, rivers, and flying dao principles, surging with primordial qi.

His momentum instantly peaked, his body radiating brilliant light and myriad immortal rays. At his brow, nine ancient divine patterns etched themselves visibly.

In addition, he summoned his natal weapon—a pitch-black battle spear, still stained with fresh blood, forged from domineering immortal iron. Its appearance made the Chaos Cauldron rumble loudly—not out of fear, but in response to the threat, for the spear was extraordinarily terrifying.

"So eager to use your peak power without warming up?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, surprised by the Taotie Prince's direct approach.

"Warming up?" The Taotie Prince snorted again and launched his attack, pressing his primordial realm and natal weapon toward Ye Chen. Knowing Ye Chen was injured, he wouldn't give him any chance to recover—he aimed for a quick victory to avoid complications.

"As the old saying goes, haste makes waste." Ye Chen chuckled leisurely. As the Taotie Prince struck, Ye Chen had to counter. The Chaos Cauldron soared into the sky, blocking the black battle spear, while his own Chaos Realm expanded to hold off the primordial realm.

Clashing sounds erupted, accompanied by thunderous booms. The Chaos Cauldron collided with the battle spear, sparking bright flames as they fought evenly. Their manifestations—the Chaos Realm and the primordial realm—ground against each other, neither able to devour the other.

"Perish!" The Qiong Qi Prince roared, charging in with a barrage of dao techniques, unleashing a palm strike that manifested nine pitch-black evil dragons.

These dragons were formed from dao principles, each breathing fierce flames and shooting thunder from their eyes. Their dragon roars carried a demonic power, leaving many juniors from the realms in a dazed stupor.

"Nine little serpents trying to destroy me? What are you thinking?" Ye Chen smirked. Without another word, he activated his external manifestation, the Tyrant Body, summoning a hundred-zhang golden giant that swept away the nine black evil dragons with a single palm.

"Devour heaven and earth!" The Taotie Prince had already ascended to the ninth heaven, his shout shaking the firmament as he invoked his clan's innate divine ability.

This innate divine ability was imprinted in his origin from birth, awakening progressively with his cultivation without needing instruction—it was like a built-in enhancement.

His Devour Heaven and Earth manifested as a massive black vortex, blotting out the sky like an abyss or a spatial black hole, its depths endless and its devouring force overwhelmingly dominant.

Ye Chen, caught off guard, was sucked into the vortex. Even his Tyrant Body manifestation was shattered by the swirling force.

"Extinguish!" The Taotie Prince grinned maliciously, clasping his hands together to form seals.

As he spoke, the black vortex instantly sealed shut. As for Ye Chen, who had been swallowed, no one could tell where he had gone, even if the realms' juniors strained their eyes.

"This Taotie is much craftier than the previous Pangolin." The Kui Niu stroked his chin. "He actually managed to swallow him."

"This young master has done a quick divination—next, there will be a thunderous boom." The Xiao Yuan Huang, acting like a fortune-teller, pinched his fingers and spoke solemnly.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished, a massive boom echoed. The azure sky ripped open with a gash, torn apart by someone—none other than Ye Chen.

"How dare you swallow me—you've got some nerve!" Ye Chen cursed loudly, his anger evident, and struck with a palm that covered the sky, heavy as a mountain range, collapsing the void beneath it.

The Taotie Prince was just as stubborn, fusing thousands of secret techniques into a single punch that defied the heavens, shattering Ye Chen's palm print and forcing Ye Chen to stagger back half a step.

"Who else could I admire but you?" Ye Chen shook his hand, grimacing in pain from the Taotie Prince's punch.

In that instant, the Taotie Prince had already closed in, his hand like a divine blade covered in ancient seal scripts, slashing toward Ye Chen's head.

But his strike hit nothing—Ye Chen had vanished, having used Space as Dust to escape into the dust realm.

Seeing this, the Taotie Prince's expression changed, and he hastily fled. He remembered how the Pangolin Prince's true body had been instantly killed by this very method.

However, he was still too slow. Ye Chen burst out from the dust realm, gripping a dao sword and slashing down from the air.

Blood sprayed as the Taotie Prince's arm was severed on the spot. This was only because he had used a secret technique to divert the sword; otherwise, he would have been split in half.

"You deserve to die." The prince roared in fury, though his mouth cursed, his feet didn't stop—he employed secret techniques to flee into the void.

"Don't run!" Ye Chen pursued like a shadow, sticking to him like dog-skin plaster. Wherever the Taotie Prince went, Ye Chen followed, and once he caught up, he swung his sword without hesitation.

More blood splattered, staining the sky—it was all from the Taotie Prince. His movement techniques were profound, but Ye Chen's speed was even more terrifying. Each sword strike cracked his body open.

With a single misstep, the Taotie Prince seemed to lose all power to counter. Ye Chen's dao sword was devastating, not only wounding his flesh but also inflicting severe damage to his dao roots.

"In his half-crippled state, he's still this fierce." The Honghuang princes frowned. Ye Chen was too unpredictable; his qi and blood were waning, yet his combat power didn't seem like that of someone gravely injured.

"The Shengti's dominance—go, brother-in-law!" The realms' juniors and Yao Chi's fairies never disappointed, always cheering at crucial moments.

"What a sight." The group of old rogues gripped their memory crystals, capturing every moment, thrilled to see the Honghuang prince suffer.

"Kill!" Amid the discussions, a roar echoed from the void—it was the Taotie Prince bellowing, his voice making ears ring.

Then, Ye Chen plummeted from the void, his Huanggu Shengti body slamming into the battle platform and shattering it inch by inch.

Ye Chen rose unsteadily, his body covered in exposed, glittering bones, with sacred blood flowing everywhere—his form utterly wretched.

"Damn it, you're the prince of a clan—have you no shame?" Ye Chen steadied himself and pointed to the sky, cursing vehemently.

His outburst was due to the Taotie Prince using a Zhundi weapon.

That's right, a Zhundi weapon. Empowered by it, the Taotie Prince not only reversed his defeat but nearly killed Ye Chen in one blow. After all, fused with a Zhundi weapon, his power could rival that of a Zhundi-level expert.

Fortunately, Ye Chen's foundation was deep, and he dodged in time. Otherwise, that strike would have turned him to ash.

Juniors' battles had an agreement: no Great Saint weapons, no Zhundi weapons, and certainly no Supreme Dao Emperor weapons. If so, they might as well just duel with artifacts.

Now, the Taotie Prince had broken the agreement, using a Zhundi weapon and catching Ye Chen off guard, nearly ending him. His move was brazen, reckless, and despicable.

As for the Taotie Prince, his face was twisted in rage, his eyes filled with savage light, grinding his teeth like a demon from hell.

His own state wasn't much better—his powerful body was covered in sword wounds, and his sturdy dao roots were battered and full of holes.

He had been driven mad, which was why he resorted to the Zhundi weapon.

Unfortunately, even with it, he hadn't killed Ye Chen. In this battle, whether he lived or died, his defeat was sealed, for he had lost a true warrior's heart.

"This kid knows a lot of tricks." The Di Dao inheritances sighed. "The Honghuang princes are getting smarter."

"What a surprise—full marks for this." The realms' elders stroked their beards. Not only Ye Chen, but they too were caught off guard. The fight was heating up when a Zhundi weapon suddenly appeared—who could react in time?

"What a pity." The Honghuang princes inhaled sharply. A Zhundi weapon had been revealed, and all shame discarded, yet it still failed to kill Ye Chen—truly regrettable.

"Just a bit short." The Taotie Zhundi looked grim.

"You truly are something." Ye Chen couldn't help but give a thumbs-up.

"Kill!" The Taotie Prince howled, wielding the Zhundi weapon as his qi and blood churned wildly, slashing down an immortal river from the air. He had completely abandoned any pretense of honor—as long as he killed Ye Chen, he didn't care about the method.

"If you're going to play it that way, then today, I'll make sure you have a good time." Ye Chen sneered, manifesting a crimson immortal sword in his hand, its Supreme Dao Emperor aura spreading across the eight directions.

Clearly, what he held was an Emperor weapon.

You have no shame? Neither do I. You have a Zhundi weapon? I have a Supreme Dao Emperor weapon. Bring it on—who's afraid of whom?

At the sight of the Emperor weapon, the Taotie Zhundi shot to his feet.

Though a Zhundi weapon was only half a level below a Supreme Dao Emperor weapon, their powers were worlds apart. A Zhundi weapon could slay a Great Saint, but a Supreme Dao Emperor weapon could slay a Zhundi—what a difference.

However, just as the Taotie Zhundi tried to intervene, he was forced back by several Supreme Dao Emperor weapons.

The realms' elders were diligent—whomever Ye Chen fought, they watched their elders. Anyone who acted out of line would be "entertained" by the Emperor weapons.

"No! No!" The Taotie Prince shrieked in terror, his voice echoing through heaven and earth, his eyes bulging and face deathly pale. With his cultivation, how could he withstand a Supreme Dao Emperor weapon?

"Farewell, and good riddance." Ye Chen's words were cold and authoritative. It was the Taotie Prince who had first broken the agreement with his Zhundi weapon, so he would pay the bloody price.

The Supreme Dao Emperor weapon's power was world-shattering, cleaving open the firmament. The still-roaring Taotie Prince turned to ash in an instant, his actions sending him straight to the underworld.