Chapter 1946: Great Slaughter

Chapter 1946: The Great Slaughter

"It's you, it's all because of you." Within the Yao Ming Jia's Xian Shan, furious roars and mournful cries echoed through the heavens and earth.

These were the final, desperate roars of the Yao Ming Jia members, screams torn from the depths of their souls. If not for the Chi Fa Qing Nian, their Yao Ming clan would not have faced this disaster, and their entire Yao Ming Jia would not have been wiped out from the face of the earth.

Boom! Bang!

Amidst the wails, explosions rang out incessantly.

The slaughter within the Xian Shan intensified, becoming even more brutal. Ye Chen was like a cold-blooded god of death, cutting down everything in his path without a shred of mercy. Wherever he went, lives were extinguished in waves.

He held deep-seated hatred, not just for the Chi Fa Qing Nian, but for the entire Yao Ming Jia.

He was enraged, infuriated by the Chi Fa Qing Nian's actions, which had forced him to become entangled in this calamity. The Jiu Jian Xian and the Yao Chi Xian Mu might even perish while facing their tribulation.

This slaughter was a tribute offered with lives.

With this thought, he swung his killing sword again, turning hundreds into a bloody mist.

"You deserve to die, you truly deserve to die." The two Da Sheng-level experts of the Yao Ming Jia roared.

They chased him relentlessly, but Ye Chen killed without pause. Whenever they caught up, they unleashed world-shattering divine abilities.

However, even together, they couldn't apprehend Ye Chen. The resulting shockwaves caused more Yao Ming Jia members to perish in a sea of blood – not everyone was a Da Sheng like them.

"If blame must be laid, blame him." Ye Chen's expression was cold, his words calm. He stepped through the Taixu Step, soaring through the nine heavens. With one sword, he struck down the white-robed Da Sheng, then waved his hand to summon the Emperor Dao Fuxi eighty-one formations, trapping the black-robed Da Sheng and nearly annihilating him in the void.

In that instant, Ye Chen slipped away, crossing a mountain peak and slamming his palm down, collapsing it entirely. Everyone on the mountain, whether young or old, was reduced to ash under that single strike.

He was both a war god and a god of slaughter.

Because of him, the Yao Ming Jia's Xian Shan collapsed one after another, their palaces exploded in succession, and fresh lives vanished one by one.

Wails, roars, howls, and shouts mingled together, drowning out the booming sounds.

It was a horrifying scene, steeped in blood. What was once a serene immortal realm had been transformed into a Shura hell by him, the sky and earth stained red, as if washed in blood.

"No end until death." The white-robed Da Sheng caught up again, slashing out a blood-red immortal river with his sword.

Ye Chen remained silent, meeting the attack head-on. He withstood the white-robed Da Sheng's sword and countered with a punch that sent the Da Sheng flying, blood and bones scattering. At his peak, Ye Chen's combat power surpassed that of the white-robed Da Sheng.

"Destroy him for me." The white-robed Da Sheng's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted with rage as he activated his life-bound artifact – a silver bronze furnace that shattered the vast void and crashed down toward Ye Chen.

Break!

Ye Chen shouted lightly, using no weapon, only his domineering golden fist to shatter the bronze furnace with one strike.

Puff!

The white-robed Da Sheng vomited blood from the severe backlash, staggering backward. His furious expression was laced with shock. That was a Da Sheng weapon, yet it had been destroyed by a Sheng Wang with a single punch.

In that moment, Ye Chen struck like a phantom, his sword piercing straight for the Da Sheng's brow.

The white-robed Da Sheng's face changed dramatically. He knew this sword was a killing blow – if it hit, he could be instantly slain, or at least gravely wounded, left barely alive.

In a flash, his Yuan Shen escaped his body and fled into the sky.

Puff!

Ye Chen's sword arrived, piercing the white-robed Da Sheng's physical body.

Unfortunately, the Da Sheng's Yuan Shen had already fled, leaving only an empty shell.

Still, Ye Chen would not give him a chance to return. With one palm, he reduced the body to a mass of flesh and blood, then ground it to dust.

The white-robed Da Sheng gritted his teeth at the sight but dared not approach. He turned and fled. Without his physical body, he had lost his foundation – how could he possibly fight Ye Chen in Yuan Shen form? Ye Chen was no ordinary Sheng Wang; he was terrifying enough to inspire dread.

Ye Chen strode through the heavens, his overwhelming killing intent surging as he pursued the white-robed Da Sheng.

Strike while the enemy is weak – that principle he understood better than anyone. Without a body, the Da Sheng was vulnerable.

The white-robed Da Sheng was terrified, burning his Yuan Shen power to escape desperately.

Yet, no matter how fast he was, he could not outrun Ye Chen. Ye Chen caught up and struck him down from the sky with a sword. Even as a mere Yuan Shen, the Da Sheng's fall created a massive abyss in the earth.

"It's over." Ye Chen stood supreme in the nine heavens, his words cold and authoritative, like a heavenly decree. He pressed his palm down from the sky, runes etched into his fingers, its power capable of destroying heaven and earth.

"No, no, no." The white-robed Da Sheng, who had just climbed out of the abyss, saw the descending palm print. His eyes bulged, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. He wanted to flee but was immobilized by the palm's might, his Yuan Shen freezing in terror.

Yet, the palm did not stop because of his screams.

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, a massive five-fingered imprint was etched into the ground, sinking over ten zhang deep.

As the smoke cleared, the white-robed Da Sheng was gone, his soul completely scattered under Ye Chen's palm.

"You deserve to die, you truly deserve to die." A thunderous roar shook the heavens. The black-robed Da Sheng, trapped in the Emperor Dao Fuxi formation, had broken free and charged at Ye Chen, treading a sea of blood. His face was as ferocious as a demon, his eyes blazing with fury.

This one was far stronger than the white-robed Da Sheng. Visions intertwined around him, Dao principles manifested as armor. His Da Sheng-level aura, every trace as heavy as a mountain, made the vast sky rumble.

Ye Chen's eyes remained calm as he crossed the heavens to confront the black-robed Da Sheng.

"Exterminate!" The black-robed Da Sheng bellowed, merging thousands of secret arts into one finger, thrusting from afar. It ignored the physical body, targeting the Yuan Shen – a strike of absolute destruction, aiming to sever Ye Chen's true form.

Ye Chen did not stand idle; he countered with his own finger, piercing through the void.

Puff!

Their fingers clashed, both exploding into blood.

The black-robed Da Sheng's recovery was formidable, his finger regenerating visibly.

Ye Chen, with his Sheng Dao Hui Tian, recovered even more dominantly, his finger reforming instantly and radiating golden light.

In less than a breath, the black-robed Da Sheng attacked again with two bolts of lightning, still targeting the Yuan Shen.

This time, Ye Chen did not evade, meeting the lightning with his Yuan Shen.

Simultaneously, he swung his Dao sword, ignoring the Da Sheng's armor and severely damaging his Dao root.

Puff!

The black-robed Da Sheng spat blood. He had struck Ye Chen's Yuan Shen, but his own Dao root was nearly destroyed. The Yuan Shen was fundamental, and so was the Dao root – in this exchange, both were wounded.

"Bombard him, bombard him for me!" A furious shout erupted from a mountain peak. A middle-aged man stood there, likely the Yao Ming Jia's Sheng Zhu, wildly swinging his killing sword and pointing at Ye Chen. Even from afar, his twisted face was visible, utterly frightening.

With his command, thousands of attack formations activated, all targeting Ye Chen and unleashing divine beams of various colors. They added splashes of brilliance to the blood-red sky, each one carrying destructive power. Not even a Da Sheng could escape serious injury.

Ye Chen stood unmoving, allowing the divine beams to approach.

Only when they were an inch away did he vanish suddenly.

In his place, the black-robed Da Sheng appeared.

He had used the Yi Tian Huan Di technique, swapping positions with the black-robed Da Sheng to turn the Yao Ming Jia's killing formations against him. This deceptive skill had always been effective.

His maneuver was flawless, timed to perfection, leaving the black-robed Da Sheng completely off guard.

Puff!

Blood flowers bloomed in the void as the black-robed Da Sheng was struck by his own formations, his body mangled and collapsing as blood sprayed, sending him plummeting from the sky.

"Damn it!" The Yao Ming Sheng Zhu raged, choking on his anger and spitting blood, nearly falling from the heavens. He had meant to aid his ancestor in battle but accidentally assisted Ye Chen instead.

His contribution was devastating – he hadn't harmed Ye Chen but had blasted his own ancestor from the sky. Those thousands of attack formations were too ferocious.

Now, no one dared to activate the formations again; another strike would send their ancestor to his doom.

"Kill!"

With a roar, the fallen black-robed Da Sheng soared back into the sky, activating forbidden techniques to boost his power – not just one, but several. He burned his lifespan and sacrificed his essence, turning his hair red and opening a third eye on his brow, a black void without an eyeball.

Ye Chen's expression showed no change. When it came to forbidden techniques, he had never backed down. The black-robed Da Sheng had his secrets, and Ye Chen had his own, each mysterious and terrifying, elevating his combat power as well.

"Die!"

As he spoke, the black-robed Da Sheng closed in, his third eye firing a dark beam wreathed in Jimie lightning, again targeting the Yuan Shen – or more precisely, all his secret arts aimed at the enemy's true form.

Ye Chen showed no fear, merging his nine divine afflictions into one and shooting it downward.

The divine beam collided with the lightning, sparking flames that exploded everywhere, neither overpowering the other.

By then, the black-robed Da Sheng had ascended to the nine heavens.

From within him, beams of blood light shot out one after another.

Upon closer inspection, they were not blood light but hundreds of terrifying artifacts – mirrors, bronze furnaces, pagodas, killing swords, divine blades, and more. They glittered in various colors like stars in the sky, each one extremely fearsome. The weakest were Sheng Wang weapons, their combined power manifesting visions of annihilation.

Ye Chen stood firm, his brow radiating golden light as the Hun Dun Ding emerged from his divine sea.

Buzz!

The great ding hummed, massive and ancient, simple yet natural. Escaping armor characters flickered with golden brilliance, arranging themselves as the sounds of the Great Dao echoed. Paired with the Hun Dun Ding, it outlined myriad visions and evolved chaotic principles, expounding the truths of heaven and earth.

It was extraordinarily exceptional, its presence like a blazing sun, dimming all the artifacts in the sky.

"What is that?" Not just the black-robed Da Sheng, but even the Yao Ming Jia's Sheng Zhu, the imprisoned Chi Fa Qing Nian, and the surviving Yao Ming clan members stared wide-eyed.

As cultivators of the heavens, how could they not recognize that great ding? It was the Hun Dun Ding, the sacred body's life-bound weapon.