Chapter 1940: I'm Angry

"If I don't show you my power, you think I'm a pushover?" The black fatty roared, charging out and lunging directly at Ye Chen. His anger blazed like fire, with even the breath from his nostrils carrying demonic energy. His movements were swift, and he closed the distance instantly.

With his cultivation boosted and enhanced by the Xue Ji Xian Jie, his combat power was close to that of a Da Sheng. His hands, dark as ink, were covered in seal scripts, and as he pressed down with a palm, the sky shattered and crumbled.

Ye Chen’s expression remained unchanged as he retreated quickly, though he couldn't help but sigh in admiration. The black fatty’s existence perfectly illustrated the saying "a hidden dragon in waiting." He could boost his level by two realms, activate Xue Ji Xian Jie in an instant, and effortlessly shatter Di Dao Fu Xi. This pitch-black fatty truly surprised him. Throughout his cultivation journey, Ye Chen had never heard of such a figure in the Zhutian.

Seeing Ye Chen flee, the black fatty pursued him across the sky. His eyes, like black holes, sparked with fire, and his bulky flesh jiggled with every step. Due to his extreme darkness, he looked like a piece of charcoal, black to the core.

On the other side, the black and white Lao Sheng Wangs were even faster, crossing the void to catch up. They slashed at Ye Chen with a blade and a sword.

Ye Chen dodged in a flash, avoiding their weapons without using any secret techniques or divine powers. He simply deployed Di Dao Fu Xi again, trapping the two once more. He had no interest in these two Sheng Wangs; what intrigued him was the black fatty, whom he wanted to study thoroughly.

"Open up! Open for me!" The two Sheng Wangs roared in anger, rampaging chaotically within the array, but without the black fatty's help, they didn't know how to break it and couldn't escape for the moment.

"You two stay put for a bit. I'll go beat this kid to tears first." The black fatty passed by, tossing out the words before charging at Ye Chen. His momentum was overwhelming, with rolling demonic energy blotting out the sky. Every wisp of it fused with mysterious power, so heavy that it made the heavens rumble and various omens manifest.

Ye Chen abruptly raised his hand and summoned nine arrays at once, holding nothing back. The black fatty, in his Xue Ji Xian Jie state, was nearly indestructible, so the arrays couldn't kill him. Ye Chen had no intention of slaying him anyway—he was just curious.

"Just wait till I break out, then I'll kill you." The black fatty cursed loudly, smashing through the arrays one by one with simple, brute force.

Despite his bulk, the black fatty was skilled in arrays, understanding the Bagua and the principles of breaking formations. In just a few instants, he shattered the nine layers of Di Dao Fu Xi into chaos, incredibly ferocious.

Ye Chen kept waving his hand, summoning array after array. It was rare to encounter such a formidable opponent, so he wanted to practice his array skills.

As he set up the arrays, he also observed the black fatty closely. This guy was too strange—his two-realm boost was, in a sense, more dominant than Da Lunhui Tianzang, and Ye Chen was even more eager to know how the black fatty could freely control Xue Ji Xian Jie, the most terrifying divine ability.

However, after careful scrutiny, Ye Chen found nothing unusual about the fatty. His bloodline origins and innate talents were all ordinary; such people were a dime a dozen in the Zhutian.

Yet, it was precisely this unremarkable individual who kept shocking him time and again.

While Ye Chen observed, the Ren Wang hidden in the shadows was also secretly watching, his old eyes narrowed into slits as he performed Zhou Tian calculations.

As they watched, the nine arrays were broken, and the black fatty charged out again. With a palm that split the heavens, he struck Ye Chen, forcing him to grunt and retreat.

Ye Chen said nothing, refusing to use divine powers or artifacts. He only relied on arrays, practicing them in battle to improve faster.

The world grew chaotic. Ye Chen kept deploying arrays, thoroughly provoking the black fatty, whose attacks became even more savage. Di Dao Fu Xi couldn't hold him, and Ye Chen found himself in a difficult spot.

After all, his opponent was effectively a Sheng Wang, enhanced by Xue Ji Xian Jie. Without secret techniques or artifacts, even Ye Chen struggled against such overwhelming assaults.

"You can use secret techniques and artifacts. A real fight will force out his origins." The Ren Wang's ethereal voice echoed.

As soon as the words were spoken, Ye Chen halted his retreat, his aura surging to its peak. He used the Yan Tian secret method to conceal his bloodline origins, not wanting the black fatty to know he was a Sheng Ti.

"Take this punch of mine!"

Ye Chen advanced instead of retreating, clenching his golden fist and clashing head-on with the fatty.

The two fists collided, triggering a thunderous boom as the void exploded instantly.

Surprisingly, Ye Chen stood firm, while the black fatty staggered back several steps.

Ye Chen frowned, realizing the truth: although the black fatty's cultivation had been boosted to Sheng Wang level, he wasn't a true Sheng Wang.

Moreover, Xue Ji Xian Jie varied in strength based on bloodline. The stronger the bloodline, the more powerful it became; the weaker, the less effective. The black fatty's bloodline was utterly ordinary, so even with Xue Ji Xian Jie activated, it paled in comparison to someone like Kui Ba Di Zi. Combining these factors, the black fatty's overall power was inferior to Ye Chen's, giving him the upper hand in their direct clash.

"Kill him!" While Ye Chen pondered, the black fatty pounced again, yelling wildly with an extraordinarily loud voice. When he was just a hundred zhang away from Ye Chen, his eyes shot out two bolts of lightning.

The lightning, as black as his skin, condensed into two Yuan Shen swords gleaming with a chilling edge and infused with annihilating force. They pierced through the void, aiming straight for Ye Chen's brow to strike his true form.

Ye Chen didn't underestimate it, waving his hand to erase the lightning. He then thrust out a palm like a divine blade toward the black fatty, with Dao principles evolving between his fingers.

The black fatty was stubborn, neither dodging nor defending—he took Ye Chen's palm head-on. In return, his dark, slippery finger poked a bloody hole in Ye Chen's chest. In his Xue Ji Xian Jie state, nearly indestructible, he feared no injury and paid no heed to his own wounds.

Ye Chen's expression didn't change. As he struck the black fatty with his palm, he channeled Dao laws in his hand, causing the fatty's divine body to crack and spill black blood shimmering with demonic light.

"I'm angry! I'm really angry!" The black fatty howled, sweeping up demonic energy as he charged across the void, accompanied by thunder.

Ye Chen was equally dominant, attacking head-on with unmatched ferocity.

The battle erupted, with booming noises echoing through the nine heavens. Chaotic visions unfolded, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and destructive omens intertwined.

The black fatty fought like a barbaric god, devouring mountains and rivers, attacking relentlessly without defense. He unleashed ancient secret techniques one after another, each strike causing the sky to shatter and the earth to crack, growing fiercer with every exchange.

Ye Chen, treading the Taixu steps, soared through the nine heavens, his entire body enveloped in golden light like a war god. Facing Xue Ji Xian Jie, he held his ground without falling behind, proving even more stubborn than the black fatty.

"Interesting." The Ren Wang in the void watched with gleaming eyes, particularly focused on the black fatty. From this battle, he glimpsed some clues and uncovered the fatty's secret, leaving him full of admiration and unable to help but click his tongue.

Not far away, the black and white Lao Sheng Wangs, still trapped in the array, stopped attacking it. They bent over, gasping heavily, their energy depleted from the failed attempts. They knew they couldn't break this array.

"That cloaked person—exactly who is he? Our young master has activated Xue Ji Xian Jie and yet is at a disadvantage." The black-robed elder furrowed his brow, unable to see through Ye Chen's true appearance or his bloodline and origins. He only knew that Ye Chen was extraordinarily powerful, with terrifying forces hidden within that made one's heart tremble.

"Xue Ji Xian Jie has its strengths and weaknesses, based on bloodline. Our young master's bloodline and origins are ordinary, so his Xue Ji Xian Jie isn't as dominant as we imagined. Besides, his cultivation level is borrowed power, so it can't unleash its full might. If his opponent were an ordinary Sheng Wang, our young master would have the upper hand, but that person isn't your average Sheng Wang." The white-robed elder pondered aloud.

As they spoke, the battle in the other realm raged even more fiercely. Golden blood splattered, and black blood rained down, starkly visible against the void.

The black fatty was wounded, and Ye Chen was in disarray. After all, facing Xue Ji Xian Jie's near-immortality was a headache. Though Ye Chen had the advantage after over a hundred rounds, he couldn't suppress the black fatty. The fatty, despite being on the losing end, fought ferociously, bolstered by Xue Ji Xian Jie and full of confidence.

By the two hundred round, the black fatty was defeated, plummeting from the void and smashing a massive crater into the ground with his bulky body.

By the three hundred round, he was defeated again, falling from the sky.

By the four hundred round, true to form, he fell once more, landing flat on the ground in a perfect spread-eagle pose.

This time, he stayed put and didn't charge back into the sky.

It was because his cultivation had reverted to Huang Jing level, and Ye Chen had forcibly knocked him out of his Xue Ji Xian Jie state. Now, Ye Chen could extinguish him with a single palm.

"Damn it, what the hell is that guy's background?" The black fatty climbed up, shocked beyond belief. After all, with Xue Ji Xian Jie and his two-realm boost, he could stand against a Da Sheng, yet he hadn't defeated a Sheng Wang and ended up so miserably beaten. This highlighted just how terrifying Ye Chen was.

In the void, Ye Chen slowly descended. Though victorious, he was also injured, his Sheng Ti covered in bloody gashes and exposed bones, with sacred blood flowing out. He had nearly been reduced to a wreck.

"No more fighting, no more!" The black fatty waved his hands in panic, suddenly cowering as he retreated and chuckled awkwardly.

It was worth noting that his teeth were exceptionally white—perhaps because his darkness was so profound and otherworldly, it made his teeth stand out dazzlingly.

"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy." The trapped black and white Sheng Wangs called out, lowering their stances and pleading desperately.

"Don't worry, I won't kill him." An ethereal voice suddenly rang out as the Ren Wang emerged from the void, stretching lazily.

His appearance nearly scared the black and white Sheng Wangs out of their wits. They could tell he was a Zhun Di, and they hadn't noticed him watching all this time. If they'd known, they never would have pursued Ye Chen. Now, in a moment of carelessness, the three of them might be wiped out.

The black fatty's expression was equally dramatic, nearly bursting into tears. What in the world was going on? There was another Zhun Di?

"You, come here." The Ren Wang beckoned to the black fatty.

"I-I won't go!" The black fatty chuckled nervously, and as he spoke, he suddenly turned and ran.

"Can you really run?" The Ren Wang laughed, flicking a strand of immortal light from his sleeve. It was a Kunxian Rope, which caught the black fatty not far away, binding him tightly and hauling him back like a trussed-up package.

"I'm not going to kill you, so why run?" The Ren Wang kicked him.

"I wasn't running!" The black fatty coughed, bound by the Kunxian Rope and unable to move, so he sat obediently on the ground.

"Cut the crap. Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and face the consequences."

"I'm Tang San Shao, male, twenty-one years old, height one meter—"

"Hey, if you're not going to talk straight, I'll beat you!" Before the black fatty could finish, the Ren Wang rolled up his sleeves, ready to pummel him.