Chapter 1885: Tremble!

In the space black hole, Ye Chen's furious shouts echoed. "Come on, single combat!"

"You can't escape." The three Zhun Di Tian Mo roared back in anger, pursuing relentlessly. Ye Chen was driven to madness by the chase, and they were equally furious, their bodies aching with rage. So many Tian Mo, yet they couldn't capture a single Sheng Wang.

"Hong Chen! Liu Dao!" Ye Chen yelled at the top of his lungs, calling for those two ruthless figures.

Throughout his escape, he'd been doing exactly that—hoping Hong Chen and Liu Dao would return. He didn't need both; even one would do, or if they couldn't come, they could just send back the Ji Dao Di Bing.

But his tone wasn't exactly polite, and to his dismay, not even Hong Chen or Liu Dao showed up, let alone a single bird.

Being hunted like this, he hadn't been killed yet, but he was nearly driven to death by frustration. It was utterly humiliating— he'd slaughtered four emperors in the capital, only to be chased by a bunch of minor foes. What a joke.

Ahead, a vast sea of clouds came into view, entirely crimson, shrouded in eerie mist, hazy and impenetrable, hiding whatever lay within.

In his panic, Ye Chen plunged straight into it.

In mere seconds, the three Zhun Di Tian Mo followed him in.

Boom! Clang! Bang! Crash!

Chaotic noises erupted from the red cloud sea.

Soon after, Ye Chen was sent flying out, his form battered and bloody, bones shattered and dripping with gore.

In the next instant, the three Zhun Di-level Tian Mo were also hurled out one after another.

They looked even worse than Ye Chen—one of them had half his head obliterated.

The Tian Mo army arrived and froze at the sight.

"What the hell was that?" Ye Chen staggered to his feet, eyeing the cloud sea warily. He'd charged in and seen nothing, but in the next moment, some force had slammed into him, nearly blasting him apart.

"What the hell was that?" The three Zhun Di Tian Mo steadied themselves, also gazing at the red cloud sea with caution. Like Ye Chen, they hadn't seen anything—just a terrifying force within, which had collided with them and almost wiped them out.

"Kill!" After a brief silence, battle cries erupted, and the Tian Mo army lunged toward Ye Chen.

"Anyone who blocks me dies." Ye Chen bellowed, slashing out with a sword that formed an immortal river, carving a bloody path as he fought desperately. He cursed the red cloud sea inwardly—if it hadn't blocked his way, he wouldn't have run into this mess or ended up surrounded.

"Capture him alive." The three Zhun Di Tian Mo howled like mad dogs, determined to take Ye Chen prisoner and make him suffer endlessly.

"Then bring it on." Ye Chen's eyes blazed with madness as he burned his essence, activating over a dozen forbidden laws to boost his combat power. In one clash, he split a Da Sheng in half with his sword, then swept out a palm, obliterating a swarm of enemies. Scarlet blood poured down like rain, and fragments of bones and flesh scattered across the space black hole.

"Die!" Another Tian Mo Da Sheng struck from behind, piercing Ye Chen's back with a divine beam, creating a bloody hole.

"Die? You?" Ye Chen spun around instantly, his sword cleaving the Tian Mo Da Sheng in two. He merged his nine divine afflictions into one, instantly destroying the Da Sheng's Yuan Shen, leaving only a lifeless body to fall.

"Seal!" Four Tian Mo Da Sheng ascended to the void, forming a sealing array and pressing it down toward Ye Chen.

"Break for me!" Ye Chen thundered a punch heavenward, shattering the array.

But he paid the price, getting impaled by a Sheng Wang's spear through his sacred body, then having several sacred bones ripped out by a Tian Mo Da Sheng. Before he could stop, he was nearly blasted to ash by attacks on his Dharma body.

"Capture him alive!" Dozens of Tian Mo Da Sheng swarmed in, each wielding deadly weapons overhead.

"You're pushing me too far." Ye Chen's eyes turned blood-red as a divine light shot from his brow—a silver Xian Jian, more precisely a Zhun Di Bing— soaring into the sky and unleashing destructive force.

"Explode!" With Ye Chen's command, the silver Zhun Di Jian erupted in a massive blast. Centered on that point, a silver halo expanded outward, making the black hole hum.

"Retreat!" The dozens of Tian Mo Da Sheng paled and fled backward. A self-destructing Zhun Di Bing was no joke—even Da Sheng could be annihilated if caught off guard.

They retreated quickly, but the silver halo was faster, flinging them all outward. More than half exploded into ash on the spot, while the rest had their bodies torn apart, leaving only their Yuan Shen to flee.

The lower-level Tian Mo, including Sheng Wang and below, fared even worse—no screams, just instant vaporization into blood mist. At least ten thousand Tian Mo perished under the Zhun Di might, their crimson blood staining the dark black hole.

From a distance, the once dense Tian Mo army now had a massive gap, all wiped out by the Zhun Di Bing explosion. In that section of the black hole, only Ye Chen remained standing.

"Come on! Keep attacking!" Ye Chen roared, gripping a red Zhun Di Jian in his left hand and a golden Zhun Di Dao in his right, his killing intent surging like a demon god.

The surrounding Tian Mo, though encircling him, didn't dare advance— even their weapons trembled in their hands.

Ye Chen's murderous aura made their souls quiver.

That was the aura of an emperor's slaughter. Upon closer inspection, they could detect the blood essence of the Tian Mo domain's great emperor, meaning this young Sheng Wang had once slain a Tian Mo emperor.

On top of that, they feared he might self-destruct another Zhun Di Bing. Even Da Sheng had been obliterated; they, as lesser fodder, would be reduced to scattered souls if they charged.

"Worthless scum." One Zhun Di Tian Mo charged in, though wary of another explosion. As a Zhun Di, he could withstand injuries without losing his core, but his anger had clouded his judgment.

He attacked ferociously, his palm blotting out the sky, heavy as a mountain, collapsing the black hole.

"Single combat!" Ye Chen soared upward against the odds, merging his myriad swords into one divine form, piercing straight through the palm strike.

"I will end you." The Zhun Di Tian Mo unleashed a blood beam from his body, transforming it into a sea of demonic blood that swallowed Ye Chen. The blood sea fused with his origin, manifesting nine massive dragons within.

"With you?" Ye Chen fused the last of his two Zhun Di Bing, fighting bare-handed. He punched one blood dragon to pieces, palmed another to dust, and stomped a third into oblivion.

After destroying the three dragons, Ye Chen transformed into a dragon form himself, soaring out of the demonic blood sea. He then activated his Ba Ti outer manifestation, slashing down like a divine blade to split the blood sea in half.

In that instant, the Zhun Di Tian Mo closed in, wielding an ancient battle spear as a club, smashing Ye Chen's Ba Ti manifestation.

At the same time, a third eye opened on the Zhun Di Tian Mo's brow, firing a dark thunder beam aimed at Ye Chen's Yuan Shen.

Ye Chen halted abruptly, countering with his divine afflictions to shatter the thunder, but his Yuan Shen still buzzed from the impact, forcing him to stagger back with blood pouring from his mouth. Without a Di Bing to aid him, he couldn't hold off a Zhun Di.

Seeing him wounded, the other two Zhun Di Tian Mo moved to join the fight and suppress him together.

"Stand down." The Zhun Di Tian Mo battling Ye Chen snapped at them. As fellow Zhun Di, his status seemed higher, and he wouldn't allow interference—he wanted to capture Ye Chen personally, then refine him into a puppet to grovel at his feet for eternity.

His command held weight. The Tian Mo army held back, and the other two Tian Mo did the same, forming a barrier around the black hole to prevent Ye Chen's escape.

"If things go as expected, I'm done for today!" Ye Chen coughed up blood, rapidly circulating his Sheng Dao to heal his injuries. Surrounded by such forces, with Hua Yu Wei Chen sealed, Yi Tian Huan Di blocked, his Lun Hui Yan dormant, and few treasures left, escape was impossible.

"Insect, tremble!" The Zhun Di Tian Mo advanced step by step, baring his sharp fangs, his eyes blood-red and twisted in a grotesque grin, his face like a ghost demon in the black hole.

"Then bring it on." Ye Chen roared defiantly, though at a disadvantage, charging straight at the Zhun Di Tian Mo. Even if he was to die, he'd make it count—at least by taking this Zhun Di with him.

His power peaked during the assault, burning his true essence as the seven hundred and twenty acupoints in his body devoured energy, his radiant sacred form igniting in golden flames.

The Zhun Di Tian Mo snarled, Ye Chen's direct attack fueling his rage. He swept out with a pitch-black demonic claw.

Ye Chen activated a shield, meeting it head-on with a punch that repelled the claw, though his fist was left mangled and bleeding, spitting blood from the shock.

In a flash, the Zhun Di Tian Mo appeared, slashing open Ye Chen's chest and ripping out three spinal bones, turning them to ash in his hand.

"Here's one back for you." Ye Chen countered with a punch that exploded the Zhun Di Tian Mo's arm.

The battle erupted in thunderous booms.

A Sheng Wang with imperial weapons against a Zhun Di Tian Mo—the scene was gruesomely bloody.

Ye Chen retreated repeatedly, his sacred body exploding time and again under the assaults.

Yet the Zhun Di Tian Mo fared no better, growing more astonished with each exchange. Ye Chen's vitality was far tougher than anticipated, like an unkillable force, and several of his counterattacks had dealt heavy blows.

He was a Zhun Di, of noble stature, and being wounded by a Sheng Wang was an utter disgrace.

His attacks grew even fiercer, unleashing deadly techniques that sent Ye Chen's bones and blood flying everywhere.

"Damn, this is frustrating." Ye Chen raged inwardly, filled with resentment. Of all times, he had to encounter this Tian Mo army at his weakest.

If he had Di Bing, or if his Lun Hui Yan wasn't sealed, he'd have slaughtered them without a trace. But without them, and with his secret techniques suppressed, facing hundreds of thousands of Tian Mo, surviving this long was already a miracle.

"Die!" The Zhun Di Tian Mo struck again, his divine finger aimed at Ye Chen's brow.

"Then let's go to the Yellow Springs together." Ye Chen didn't dodge, letting the finger pierce his brow, the gruesome wound spraying golden blood as his Yuan Shen nearly shattered.

In return, he fired a divine beam—a Zhun Di Jian—that embedded in the Zhun Di Tian Mo's chest.

The Zhun Di Tian Mo's expression shifted drastically as he tried to expel the sword.

But it was too late. Ye Chen detonated the Zhun Di Jian.

With a massive boom, the Zhun Di Tian Mo's body burst apart. The explosion's force targeted him directly, and even as a Zhun Di, his flesh perished under the imperial might, leaving only a faint Yuan Shen.

Only then did he realize Ye Chen had taken that hit on purpose—it was a mutual destruction tactic.

"How about we head to the road together?" Ye Chen laughed through the pain, charging with his blood-drenched Zhun Di Dao.