Chapter 1911: All Saints Must Die

Seeing this, Ye Chen waved his arm, and a war spear materialized in his hand. He hurled it through the air.

The blood-haired old man noticed and his face changed dramatically. He quickly pulled back his hand and fled, shouting, "Who are you? Get out here."

Ye Chen stepped forward without hesitation, watching the blood-haired old man with interest.

The blood-haired old man stopped and narrowed his eyes, trying to see through Ye Chen’s true form. However, a mysterious force obscured it, making his appearance impossible to discern. All he could tell was that Ye Chen was extremely powerful, with an overwhelmingly dominant combat strength.

“This fellow daoist, I have no grudge against you. Why the sneak attack?” the blood-haired old man snorted.

“I know this beauty. Is that reason enough?” Ye Chen shrugged.

“In that case, I won’t trouble her,” the blood-haired old man said, turning to leave immediately.

Ye Chen ignored him and instantly appeared at the side of the Gu Zu Shen Nv.

However, before he could reach out to heal the Gu Zu Shen Nv’s wounds, the blood-haired old man, who had just left, suddenly spun back around. He fused thousands of secret techniques into a single finger strike, thrusting it toward the back of Ye Chen’s head—a deadly attack. His old eyes gleamed with cold light, and his face was terrifyingly sinister.

“Hey!” Ye Chen was furious. He flipped his hand and slapped out a palm.

Thud!

A spurt of blood erupted as the blood-haired old man was sent flying, nearly shattered by Ye Chen.

The old man’s expression was filled with shock. He had thought his surprise kill strike would easily eliminate Ye Chen, but to his surprise, Ye Chen was so strong that a single palm defeated him completely, far beyond his expectations.

“I was going to let you go, but you just had to push your luck,” Ye Chen sneered.

“You sneaked up on me first, so we’re even,” the blood-haired old man said, turning to flee.

“Sorry, not even.” Ye Chen stepped forward in pursuit and slapped him again, making the old man spit blood.

“Are you really going to fight to the death?” the blood-haired old man roared in anger. From his body, a red killing sword shot out—it was his life-bound weapon. The sword hummed and radiated sword energy, slashing toward Ye Chen’s head.

Ye Chen was as domineering as ever, slapping out another palm that shattered the red killing sword.

With his life-bound weapon destroyed, the blood-haired old man suffered backlash. He staggered backward, coughing up blood nonstop. Before he could steady himself, Ye Chen’s sword arrived, slicing through him like a watermelon. His head was instantly severed, and even his yuan shen was obliterated. A Zhun Di suppressed to the Sheng Wang level was no match at all.

The blood-haired old man died in frustration, never knowing who Ye Chen was, and carried his regrets to the end. He had been allowed to leave, but he had insisted on courting disaster, leading to his complete demise.

“You brought this on yourself—don’t blame me,” Ye Chen said, taking the old man’s storage bag before turning away.

However, as he turned, he collided with an incoming killing sword—a seven-colored one.

The wielder was the Gu Zu Shen Nv. Her expression was cold and emotionless, like a puppet or a walking corpse, yet her sword strike was incredibly fast.

Splash!

Golden blood sprayed out, stark and vivid. Ye Chen, caught completely off guard, was pierced straight through by the sword.

In that instant, Ye Chen understood everything. It was the Zhu Xian Jian controlling the Gu Zu Shen Nv. The one who had severely wounded the Wu Zu Shen Zi earlier must have been the controlled Gu Zu Shen Nv as well. Her pretense of being chased was all to deceive him, setting up this perfect strike.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t seen through it. The Gu Zu Shen Nv’s attack was too swift, and with no defenses up, he was hit on the spot.

“Zhu Xian Jian, I underestimated you,” Ye Chen said, flashing away and stumbling back. With a thud, he half-kneeled on the ground, coughing up large mouthfuls of fresh blood. Being pierced by the Zhu Xian Jian had severely damaged his flesh, yuan shen, dao roots, origins, and true form. The aura of extinction was devouring his vitality.

“Kid, hold on,” Ming Jue said through his avatar, who was rushing over at full speed.

Ye Chen said nothing. He shaky got to his feet and retreated again, as the Gu Zu Shen Nv was attacking once more.

The Hun Dun Ding activated to protect its master, positioning itself in front of Ye Chen.

But in the next moment, it was knocked flying, its massive, sturdy body carved with deep gashes.

After flipping the Hun Dun Ding, the Gu Zu Shen Nv thrust her sword to pierce through the void, aiming straight for Ye Chen’s brow and targeting his yuan shen true form. If this strike landed, it could instantly kill him.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and suddenly reached out, grabbing the sword tip just as it was about to hit his brow. With a palm strike, he forced the Gu Zu Shen Nv back, but he coughed up even more blood and could barely stand. The Zhu Xian Jian was no ordinary weapon—its single strike was utterly destructive. The fact that he was still alive was a miracle; any other Sheng Wang level cultivator would have been reduced to ashes.

Clang!

The sword’s ringing was ear-piercing as the Gu Zu Shen Nv attacked again with her sword.

“Turn the universe to dust!” Ye Chen shouted inwardly, transforming space into a dust realm and escaping into it to buy time.

But his hopes were dashed. As soon as he entered, the dust realm was shattered. The secret technique meant for evasion was laughable against the Zhu Xian Jian.

Without thinking, he turned and fled. Even at his peak, he might not have been a match for the Zhu Xian Jian, let alone now, after suffering such heavy injuries. The sword’s killing aura was still rampaging inside him, impossible to erase, disrupting his foundations and ravaging his origins, meridians, and Sheng Ti.

The Gu Zu Shen Nv pursued, her form dreamlike and illusory. She formed seals with one hand, creating a separate dimension.

Ye Chen, still fleeing, was pulled into this separate dimension. The Zhu Xian Jian’s intent was clear—it wanted no interference and planned to annihilate Ye Chen here. This place would be his grave.

“To kill me, you’ve really gone to great lengths,” Ye Chen said with a cold laugh, looking at the Gu Zu Shen Nv—or more precisely, at the Zhu Xian Jian in her hand. His earlier lack of guard had led to this piercing blow, sealing his fate as no longer a match for it.

“Sheng Ti, all should die,” the Zhu Xian Jian actually spoke, its voice desolate and icy.

“I’m about to die anyway, so can you tell me why you hate the Sheng Ti so much?” Ye Chen asked casually.

The Zhu Xian Jian didn’t respond to his question, instead slashing out a river of immortal energy from the heavens.

Ye Chen tensed and flipped his hand to summon a shield, raising it to block.

Boom!

The Zhu Xian Jian struck the shield, sparking flames but failing to break it. However, it sent Ye Chen staggering back, and the arm holding the shield, along with his hand, exploded in a spray of blood and bone.

Ye Chen stumbled backward, pushing his Sheng Dao Hui Tian to the limit to heal his arm. He tried to manifest his Dharma body to join forces against the Zhu Xian Jian, but he failed—due to the earlier piercing by the Zhu Xian Jian, the damage was too extensive for him to summon his Sheng Zhan Fa Shen in his current state.

What frustrated him even more was the sword’s killing aura within him, which was terrifyingly chaotic, disrupting everything and preventing him from gathering his strength. Even the recovery from Sheng Dao Hui Tian was greatly slowed.

In that moment, the Zhu Xian Jian had summoned a vast seven-colored immortal sea, surging and rolling as it engulfed him.

This seven-colored immortal sea was incredibly fearsome, devouring vital energy, eroding life force, and sealing bloodlines. It was a deadly trap. Ye Chen struggled desperately to break free but couldn’t escape.

“Extinguish,” the Zhu Xian Jian uttered a single word. The surging immortal sea transformed, blooming into a lotus flower with Ye Chen at its center. Petal after petal folded inward, reforming into a bud that would grind him to dust.

“Break! Break for me!” Ye Chen roared, his eyes blood-red and his raging blood like burning fire. He punched repeatedly, knowing that if the lotus fully closed, he was doomed.

In this crisis, he activated his Hun Dun Da Jie. But because of the Zhu Xian Jian’s killing aura inside him, even his vision was incomplete— the Hun Dun Da Jie was dilapidated, with mountains, rivers, and vegetation all devoid of spirit.

“Explode!” With a light shout from him, he self-destructed the Hun Dun Da Jie, forcibly blasting open the lotus. He stumbled out, his Huang Gu Sheng Ti exposed with muscles and bones, his entire body drenched in fresh blood. This injury came not only from the lotus’s destructive power but also from the backlash of exploding his vision.

The Gu Zu Shen Nv attacked again, giving him no time to breathe, her sword nearly splitting Ye Chen in two.

Ye Chen was manic, repeatedly waving his hands to unleash secret techniques and divine abilities. He didn’t expect to heavily wound the Zhu Xian Jian; he just wanted to gain a little time. He needed reinforcements. Even if he had to fight the Zhu Xian Jian to the death, he first had to recover to his peak state and regain his full combat power to stand a chance.

Though he had many secret techniques, their effectiveness was limited by his current power, rendering them useless against the Zhu Xian Jian. Not only did they fail to harm it, but he was left covered in bloody gashes.

“It’s over,” the Zhu Xian Jian said indifferently, its sword piercing through the domain with devastating force, aimed at Ye Chen’s yuan shen and carrying the power to destroy everything—a true kill strike.

Ye Chen tried to flee but found himself locked in place, unable to escape. He could only watch as the sword approached. Though it hadn’t struck yet, his Sheng Ti was already cracking, with brilliant golden blood spraying out.

“Is it over?” Ye Chen roared from his soul, a bellow of defiance. He knew he couldn’t block this strike and that he wouldn’t survive it. He refused to accept this fate of being riddled with wounds.

Perhaps his roar awakened the Gu Zu Shen Nv’s consciousness, making her subconsciously resist the Zhu Xian Jian and fight to reclaim control of her body. This resistance caused the sword’s power to plummet instantly and veer away from Ye Chen’s vital points.

Splash!

More golden blood sprayed as Ye Chen’s shoulder was pierced, the blood stark and vivid.

He should count himself lucky that, in this critical moment, the Gu Zu Shen Nv’s consciousness had fought back against the Zhu Xian Jian. Otherwise, this sword would have pierced his head and instantly killed him.

In merely an instant, the Zhu Xian Jian suppressed the Gu Zu Shen Nv’s consciousness again.

Another sword struck, devastating and ice-cold, intent on obliterating Ye Chen.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and formed seals, conjuring over a hundred shields in front of him. But his defenses were like paper against the Zhu Xian Jian, fragile and easily pierced one after another.

Boom!

At the last second, the separate dimension shattered, cleaved open by a sword strike.

Reinforcements had arrived, but it wasn’t Ming Jue—it was Ji Ning Shuang, emerging from the spatial realm. She had tracked this place through the connection between Ye Chen’s true body and avatar.

In a flash, she swapped positions with Ye Chen and thrust her sword, meeting the Zhu Xian Jian head-on.

The two swords’ tips collided with a sharp clang, sending waves of destructive halo rippling out. The ruined ancient city, standing for who knows many years, collapsed completely under the halo, reduced to flat ground.