Chapter 1945: You Lied to Me

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

On the vast Xinghai, streaks of fresh blood stood out starkly.

Ah!

The red-haired youth’s roars and howls, filled with grief and rage, echoed through the starry sky.

He had gone mad, burning his Jingqi and blood-sacrificing his Shouyuan, activating his forbidden laws time and again.

Yet, he was defeated even more utterly.

In his eyes, Ye Chen with the bamboo hat was like a god of war, an invincible deity.

“What kind of background do you have to be this strong?” said the only two observers, Jiu Jian Xian and Yao Chi Xian Mu, gazing at the bloody scene, shocked beyond measure. A great Da Sheng like him, having activated so many domineering forbidden laws, was still beaten so miserably by a Sheng Wang.

“Such vigorous Qi and blood—could it be the Huang Gu Sheng Ti?” Yao Chi Xian Mu glanced sideways at Jiu Jian Xian.

“Most likely it’s the Sheng Ti. Only that undefeated god of war could possess such overbearing combat power,” Jiu Jian Xian took a deep breath. Though he couldn’t discern Ye Chen’s true appearance, he recognized Ye Chen’s origin through his bloodline—the Huang Gu Sheng Ti at the Sheng Wang level was powerful enough to suppress a Da Sheng.

For a moment, both of them had a hint of reverence in their eyes.

As those who had entered the world to face their Yingjie, they had heard the legends of the Sheng Ti. Throughout history, its battle records were unmatched.

Along with reverence, they felt even more gratitude.

If not for Ye Chen, they would likely have been reduced to ashes by now, and subjected to endless humiliation. Ye Chen, the Huang Gu Sheng Ti, was their benefactor, and this kindness would be remembered forever.

“Truly intent on fighting to the death?” As they spoke, the red-haired youth’s roar rang out again.

He stumbled and fled, no longer daring to battle Ye Chen.

However, he wanted to escape, but Ye Chen would not allow it.

He fled time and again, only to be struck down each time.

Now, he was disheveled and bloodied, his body exposed and unrecognizable, far from his earlier arrogant demeanor—like a stray dog, and even unable to flee.

Since becoming a Da Sheng, this was his first time suffering such a defeat. If his opponent had been a Da Sheng, it might have been bearable, but it was merely a Sheng Wang. The disparity was hard to accept.

“I told you, you will pay a bloody price for your actions today,” Ye Chen declared, standing supreme in the heavens.

Though his expression was calm, his heart raged with fury. Because of the red-haired youth, he had been forced to intervene, disrupting Jiu Jian Xian and Yao Chi Xian Mu’s Yingjie. This interference could lead to their tribulation failing, with devastating consequences. All of this was the red-haired youth’s fault.

Thinking of this, his attacks grew even more ferocious.

With one palm strike, the red-haired youth spat blood, his flesh body collapsing, leaving only his Yuan Shen, which Ye Chen suppressed in the Xinghai.

“You can’t kill me! You can’t kill me! I’m from the Yao Ming clan!” The red-haired youth panicked, his Yuan Shen struggling violently, his face full of terror. Even a great Da Sheng feared death.

But his words did not make Ye Chen stop.

It wasn’t out of fear of the so-called Yao Ming clan—Ye Chen had destroyed Honghuang clans before, so why fear one Yao Ming clan?

The reason he spared the red-haired youth was for a greater slaughter.

Killing just the red-haired youth wouldn’t quench his towering rage. Since the youth had a family, he would exterminate his entire clan. If the two predecessors’ Yingjie failed because of this, it would be their tribute.

Ye Chen stopped, but the red-haired youth thought otherwise.

In his view, Ye Chen feared the Yao Ming clan, so he sighed in relief.

Ye Chen said nothing and sealed him into a great cauldron.

“Fellow Daoist, spare me! The Yao Ming clan will be eternally grateful,” the red-haired youth begged frantically.

Ye Chen remained silent, walking toward Jiu Jian Xian and Yao Chi Xian Mu, but he halted a thousand Zhang away, not daring to get too close. He had already disrupted their tribulation and didn’t want to make matters worse.

Jiu Jian Xian and Yao Chi Xian Mu were unaware of this and stepped forward hand in hand.

Ye Chen’s Sheng Ti trembled slightly as he said calmly,“Do not approach me.”

Hearing this, the two immediately stopped and bowed deeply.

“Senior, your great kindness will never be forgotten.”

“Until we meet again,” Ye Chen said, then turned and left.

Jiu Jian Xian and Yao Chi Xian Mu both wanted to follow but held back, merely watching him depart.

For some reason, gazing at that retreating figure, their expressions grew hazy, feeling an inexplicable familiarity, as if it were etched into their souls. Just one glance evoked a sense of connection, like an old friend from long ago.

By now, Ye Chen had left the Xinghai, his face dark with anger.

Truly, troubles kept arising. Though he had saved Yao Chi Xian Mu and the others, he had also disrupted their Jie numbers. Whether this would bring fortune or disaster was uncertain. If it truly affected them, it would be a utter mess.

“As long as you spare me, the Yao Ming clan is willing to pay any price,” the red-haired youth in the cauldron begged Ye Chen desperately, once again invoking his clan to intimidate him.

“When we reach the Yao Ming clan, I will release you. Lead the way,” Ye Chen replied indifferently.

“Very well,” the red-haired youth said, overjoyed, and hurriedly pointed the direction, mistakenly believing Ye Chen would let him go.

With the route secured, Ye Chen summoned a teleportation portal.

He had never heard of the Yao Ming clan; it must be a secluded major sect in the depths of the starry sky, not too far away.

Emerging from the teleportation portal, they entered a new Xingyu.

This Xingyu he had seen on the Xingkong map before—unremarkable and with no renowned masters.

The Yao Ming clan was on an ancient star at the edge of this Xingyu, called Yao Ming Xing, similar in size to Zhuque Xing. It was entirely red, shimmering with bright starlight, and its source energy was extremely abundant.

Under the moonlight, Ye Chen stepped through the vast void and landed before a range of immortal mountains.

This was the so-called Yao Ming clan, the foremost sect on Yao Ming Xing.

Using his divine sense, Ye Chen pierced through the concealing formations and delved into the essence. He saw that the Yao Ming clan was teeming with experts: two Da Sheng, and many Sheng Wang and Sheng Ren, though no Zhundi level.

“We’ve arrived at the Yao Ming clan. I hope you keep your word, fellow Daoist,” the red-haired youth spoke again.

“I said I would release you, and I will,” Ye Chen replied, waving his hand to free the red-haired youth from the Chaos cauldron.

Freed from the cauldron, the red-haired youth fled toward the immortal mountains like he had been pardoned.

But before he could escape more than a few Zhang, a black light shot from behind him—it was a war spear that pierced him through. The spear bore secret laws that completely stripped away his cultivation.

“You… pfft!” the red-haired youth roared in anger, but before he could finish, he spat out a mouthful of Yuan Shen essence.

“I said I would release you, but I never said I wouldn’t cripple you,” Ye Chen said lightly as he approached, suspending the red-haired youth in midair. “Next, I’ll invite you to watch a grand spectacle. How does that sound?”

“You deceive me!” the red-haired youth howled ferociously.

“It was you who provoked the wrong person,” Ye Chen replied flatly, not slowing his pace.

“Save me! Save me!” the red-haired youth screamed hysterically.

His roars alarmed the Yao Ming clan, and dozens of figures rushed out. Seeing the red-haired youth in such a pitiful state, they were all stunned, their gazes fixed on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen said nothing, manifesting his Dao sword and slashing out a river of immortals. Over a dozen Yao Ming clan Sheng Wang were obliterated in a single stroke, their blood spilling across the void, stark under the starlight.

“Scoundrel!” Angry shouts erupted from the Yao Ming clan’s immortal mountains as two elders—one black and one white—charged out. They were the clan’s ancestors and the two Da Sheng besides the red-haired youth. Their aura was menacing, their pressure shaking the heavens, and their blood-red eyes were sinister and terrifying.

“Kill!” Ye Chen shouted resoundingly, striding into the Yao Ming immortal mountains, ignoring their barriers.

The black and white Da Sheng were furious. When had the Yao Ming clan ever been attacked like this? It was a supreme humiliation.

They attacked from left and right—one forming a palm seal, the other wielding a killing sword—aiming for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen feared nothing, activating numerous forbidden laws at once, his combat power peaking instantly. As a Sheng Wang, he faced two Da Sheng alone and held his ground without faltering.

The battle’s fluctuations were immense, collapsing mountain after mountain and turning swathes of people into mist amid screams, howls, and wails.

“Who are you? The Yao Ming clan has no grudge against you—why do this?” the black and white Da Sheng roared. Ye Chen was too powerful; even together, they couldn’t defeat him, and the clan suffered heavy losses, with elders and disciples perishing by the dozens.

“Blame him for it,” Ye Chen said, slashing them both aside with his sword, then charging into a mountain peak for a massacre. He was like a god of slaughter, his heart ice-cold, killing without mercy.

Ah!

Watching this bloody scene, the red-haired youth’s eyes bulged, his mind collapsing.

He was evil, but that didn’t mean he lacked emotions. The people in the mountains were his clan members—his children, grandchildren, disciples—and now they were all ruthlessly slain by Ye Chen.

In that instant, he finally understood regret. He regretted his arrogance and his rampages that tormented the world, leading to this disaster. His own death was one thing, but dragging down his family made him the clan’s sinner. How could he face his ancestors in the afterlife?