Chapter 1883: Little Saint King

Buzz!

Ye Chen watched as the copper coffin's lid flipped open, releasing a torrent of Tianmo evil energy that billowed out, bringing with it hordes of Tianmo. They were all clad in armor, gripping war spears, their eyes a blood-red and fearsome sight.

What stood out wasn't just them, but their sheer numbers, enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Ye Chen instinctively stepped back, his heart pounding in shock. That copper coffin wasn't burying the dead—it was sealing the living! And what it sealed was an entire army of Tianmo. Their numbers were staggering, far beyond tens of thousands—at least five hundred thousand strong, forming an immense formation.

These five hundred thousand Tianmo stood shoulder to shoulder, arranged in ranks like a black carpet stretching across a thousand li of the black hole. Their war banners fluttered fiercely, and their Tianmo evil energy gathered into an ocean.

"It's actually the Huanggu Shengti." The leading blood-haired Tianmo bared his sharp, white fangs, his blood-red eyes gleaming with a crimson light that was utterly terrifying in the darkness.

This was a Zhundi-level Tianmo, his Zhundi aura surging and making the black hole rumble. Lightning tore across his body, marking him as a powerhouse with an extraordinarily strong physical form—not your average Zhundi Tianmo.

Behind him, every Tianmo wore a greedy expression, licking their red tongues, clearly craving the pure blood essence of the Shengti. Their excitement bordered on madness.

"These Tianmo are all insane." Ye Chen muttered a curse and turned to flee. He had no choice—with fifty thousand Tianmo facing him, including Great Saints, Shengwang, and three Zhundi Tianmo, he stood no chance. The main issue was that he didn't have any supreme Dao Emperor weapons.

"Kill for me." A Great Saint Tianmo swung his sword, pointing directly at Ye Chen.

At his command, at least a hundred thousand Tianmo drew their divine bows and nocked killing arrows.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The arrows flew like streaks of icy light, forming a rain of death across the black hole.

Ye Chen halted abruptly, gripping his Zhundi sword and swiftly wielding it to unleash the Tiangang Sword Formation.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal clashing erupted instantly as the arrows shattered, unable to breach his defense.

Still, Ye Chen felt immense pressure. This was a volley from a hundred thousand Tianmo—if he slipped up, he'd be turned into a sieve.

"Devour him for me." Another Great Saint Tianmo charged forward, brandishing a red soul-summoning banner. With a swing of his arm, he conjured a sea of blood that swept across the sky and engulfed Ye Chen.

"Break!" Ye Chen shouted coldly, swinging his Zhundi sword to carve out an immortal river, splitting the blood sea apart before turning to escape.

"Where do you think you're going?" The second Great Saint Tianmo pursued, thrusting a shadowy finger toward Ye Chen's head.

Ye Chen barely dodged, only to be struck by the third Great Saint Tianmo, who sent him flying with a palm strike.

"Catch him alive." From behind the Tianmo army, a cloud platform materialized, topped with three thrones where the three Zhundi Tianmo lounged casually, their eyes full of mockery.

No sooner had the words fallen than the Tianmo army surged forward, overwhelming Ye Chen.

Compared to their tidal wave of figures, Ye Chen's form looked frail, like a lone figure lost in the crowd.

Yet Ye Chen was determined to fight on, believing he could still turn things around.

He went berserk, charging wildly through the Tianmo army with his Zhundi sword in hand, slashing at anyone in sight without any finesse. In the dense mass of Tianmo, he carved out a bloody path.

"You insignificant Shengwang, courting death." A Great Saint Tianmo closed in, delivering a devastating palm strike that made Ye Chen stagger.

In that brief moment, the Tianmo army surrounded him again from all sides—front, back, left, right, above, and below. Divine abilities, secret arts, killing formations, and treasures all rained down on him at once.

Ye Chen stood firm, activating his Chaos phenomenon as a defense.

But there were too many Tianmo. Their assault battered the powerful Chaos realm until it was shattered and reduced to nothing.

"Catch him alive!" The Tianmo swarmed in.

Ye Chen was furious now. He unleashed his Hegemon Body form, growing to a hundred zhang tall, towering like a small mountain. His sword expanded to several dozen zhang, and with one sweep, he mowed down Tianmo by the dozens.

The Shengti's might was on full display as he gripped his sword with both hands, hacking his way through. Bolstered by the Hegemon Body, the fifty-thousand-strong Tianmo army was thrown into chaos, soldiers scattering in disarray.

Looking up from afar, amid the vast sea of Tianmo, the hundred-zhang Hegemon Body glowed with golden light, a brilliant sight like a radiant pearl embedded in the darkness.

"Break for me." Eight Great Saint Tianmo positioned themselves at the eight directions, forming identical seals with their hands.

Immediately, a massive thunderbolt gathered in the void above and struck straight at Ye Chen.

With a thunderous boom, Ye Chen's Hegemon Body shattered, and he was blasted away, his sacred body dripping with blood.

"Catch him alive!" The Tianmo roared, surging like waves in relentless waves, launching a collective assault—fists, sword beams, palm strikes, all covering the sky.

"Catch this." Ye Chen snorted coldly, summoning the Dizang Meteor Iron to shield himself.

Clang after clang rang out as countless attacks hammered against the Dizang Meteor Iron.

The Dizang Meteor Iron was incredibly tough; even with so many Tianmo attacking together, it held firm.

Even so, Ye Chen was shaken and sent tumbling into the midst of the Tianmo army.

The Tianmo pressed on relentlessly, surrounding him once more.

"If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one." Ye Chen cursed loudly. It wasn't that he was weak; it was just that facing fifty thousand alone, even a Shengti would falter. If they all spat at him, he'd drown.

The Tianmo ignored his outburst, continuing their assault as before. When they could gang up, they would—after all, they had the numbers.

Ye Chen's face darkened with rage. He activated Hua Yu Wei Chen, escaping into the dust space.

"Hua Yu Wei Chen." A Great Saint Tianmo sneered and slammed his palm down, covering the entire area of the black hole. Ye Chen, who had just entered the dust space, didn't even get a breath before it was shattered, forcing him out.

There was no way around it—the Tianmo weren't just numerous; they had experts who could counter Shengti divine abilities. The profound Hua Yu Wei Chen became a useless joke in their hands.

Unable to escape via Hua Yu Wei Chen, Ye Chen was in a dire spot. He had barely steadied himself when the Tianmo attacks hit, nearly exploding his sacred body. It was only thanks to the sacred path's regeneration that he held on.

"Seal him for me." Another eight Great Saint Tianmo formed a sealing array, pressing down on Ye Chen.

"Seal me?" Ye Chen yelled, using Shifting Heavens and Earth to swap places with a Shengwang Tianmo a hundred zhang away.

He dodged the seal, but the Shengwang Tianmo he swapped with wasn't so lucky—it was instantly reduced to ash, not even getting a chance to scream.

In that instant, Ye Chen didn't stop, repeatedly using Shifting Heavens and Earth to exchange positions with over a dozen Tianmo. His movements were incredibly agile; given more time, he might have broken free.

But reality was harsh. The Tianmo weren't just numerous; they had those skilled in Shifting Heavens and Earth, and not just one. They forced him right back to where he started, undoing his every move.

What annoyed him most was a three-eyed Great Saint Tianmo, whose third eye fired a beam of dark light that sealed Ye Chen's Shifting Heavens and Earth ability.

"Dammit." Ye Chen choked up and spat blood on the spot. This Tianmo army was full of experts, countering him at every turn. And the three Zhundi Tianmo hadn't even joined the fight yet—if they did, he'd be turned to dust.

Foolish move!

As he fought desperately, Ye Chen mentally slapped himself twice. He should have just stayed put, but no, he had to chase after this.

That single punch had unleashed an entire Tianmo army.

Even now, he couldn't figure out how a small copper coffin had crammed in five hundred thousand beings.

As he spoke, four Great Saint Tianmo bore down on him—one with a killing sword, one forming palm seals, one casting Dao techniques, and one wielding a divine mirror.

"Get lost!" Ye Chen roared, his vital energy surging. He slashed down the foremost Great Saint Tianmo with his sword, then countered with a punch that nearly obliterated the second.

In return, he took a hit from the third Great Saint Tianmo, losing an arm. Before he could recover, the fourth arrived, its divine mirror humming as it fired a divine beam that pierced a hole in his chest.

"Wind God Art." Ye Chen shouted coldly, regenerating his sacred body while thrusting his sword in a Wind God strike, slaying the third Great Saint Tianmo. That Tianmo died in utter confusion, wondering how it had fallen.

"Kill!" The Tianmo army charged again.

" Dharma body, appear!" Ye Chen summoned his dharma body. The two stood back to back, unleashing Ten Thousand Swords Converging, sending a chorus of swords soaring toward the Tianmo.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The Tianmo that rushed in suffered heavy losses, dropping in droves.

"Waste." The Great Saint Tianmo snorted coldly and closed in for the kill.

"Bring on something big." Ye Chen and his dharma body trembled, releasing over a hundred divine lights from their bodies, each one a magical tool—at minimum, Shengwang grade.

"Explode!" They both commanded, and the hundred-plus tools detonated simultaneously.

It was utter chaos. The Great Saint Tianmo at the front were caught head-on, not even having time to fight before being blasted away one after another.

Those behind them fared no better.

Even the Great Saints were sent flying, let alone the rest. Shengwang Tianmo bled profusely, their bodies exploding into blood mist, leaving only their primordial spirits, while those below Shengwang level turned to ash in waves.

In this explosion, Ye Chen and his dharma body wiped out at least ten thousand Tianmo.

"Kill our way out!" Ye Chen bellowed, gripping his Zhundi sword and charging toward the weakest point.

He and his dharma body worked in perfect sync—his true self leading the assault while his dharma body handled defense—carving out a bloody path.

"Damn it!" The Great Saint Tianmo who had been blasted away were furious, converging from all sides. Being flipped by a mere Shengwang was a humiliation, especially with the Zhundi Tianmo watching—where was their dignity?

"I'll blast you to tears." Ye Chen howled as he fought, hurling magical tools from his body one after another. To escape, he spared no expense, detonating everything except his Chaos Cauldron and a few key tools.

Any Tianmo blocking him paid the price—groups charging in were blown back in groups. The stronger Great Saint Tianmo might survive, but those below Shengwang exploded into blood flowers.

It wasn't so much killing a path as blasting one open.

This was all thanks to his vast collection, amassed from endless plundering. Even after giving some away, he had plenty left to go all out.

If they pushed him to the brink, he'd self-detonate his Zhundi weapons too—what good were tools without his life?