Chapter 1950: Lone Battle Against the Ten Halls

Gazing at Zaohua Shenwang, Ye Chen furrowed his brow. It was just like Hong Chen Liu Dao—Lin Xing's divine sea was a chaotic void, with no trace of his primordial spirit or true body to be found. This state was identical to Hong Chen Liu Dao, resulting from various factors that led to such utter confusion.

Qin Guang Wang remained silent, his eyes flashing with brilliant divine light.

Ren Wang's expression was the most grim. He knew best why Lin Xing had become like this—it was due to his earlier reckless borrowing of Zaohua power, which had tampered with the seal and caused this outcome.

As for Lin Xing, he merely moved his neck stiffly.

The supreme Zaohua Shenwang now resembled a walking corpse. His face, etched with the marks of time, showed no human emotions. His vacant eyes swept over the three of them, flickering with a hint of bewilderment, especially toward Ren Wang, whom he stared at fixedly without blinking for a long time.

Only after some time did he withdraw his gaze and step into the sky.

"Stop him!"

Ren Wang shouted hoarsely, his voice so urgent that he spat out blood on the spot. He knew exactly where Zaohua Shenwang was headed—to find Jiu Jian Xian and Yao Chi Xian Mu and reclaim his Zaohua power.

Ren Wang knew all too well that reclaiming that power would harm the two of them.

Qin Guang Wang sprang into action, blocking Lin Xing's path.

Zaohua Shenwang showed no change in expression as he stepped forward, his body turning ethereal and passing straight through Qin Guang Wang. It was a technique similar to Di Dao's elusive immortal arts, allowing him to etherealize his form and pass through solid objects.

Qin Guang Wang frowned and abruptly turned around.

He ascended to the ninth heaven and pressed down with a palm, manifesting a secret technique at its center—a powerful sealing prohibition.

Zaohua Shenwang was halted, and he stiffly turned his neck again.

In the next instant, Zaohua force surged from within him, outlining a mysterious power that shattered the strong seal. Even Qin Guang Wang was forced to grunt and retreat, shaken back. Though Zaohua Shenwang was in a state of confusion, his strength was extraordinarily terrifying, casually breaking seals as if they were nothing. Such power was enough to astonish anyone.

Helplessly, Qin Guang Wang crossed the vast sky and intercepted Zaohua Shenwang once more.

Lin Xing's pace did not slow, each step making the void tremble.

A great battle erupted—one intent on leaving, the other on blocking. One was a Yama of the underworld, the other a divine king of the heavens, clashing in the sky. The heavens, already ravaged by thunder, collapsed in an instant.

It was clear that Qin Guang Wang was at a disadvantage, being steadily suppressed.

The esteemed Yama of the first hall of Ming Fu was covered in bloody gashes after just a few exchanges, each wound laced with Zaohua force—mysterious and dreadful, eroding his vital energy and devouring his origin.

Zaohua Shenwang truly embodied the power to seize heaven's fortune.

Qin Guang Wang couldn't help but sigh in admiration, not daring to be careless. He used secret techniques to heal his wounds while simultaneously manifesting Dao laws, conjuring a grand and majestic Hall of Sen Luo, formed from Dao principles. It loomed like a mountain, pressing down on Zaohua Shenwang. Even before it fully descended, it crushed the void.

Lin Xing said nothing and simply struck out with a palm, unleashing Zaohua Qiankun.

On the spot, the Hall of Sen Luo was obliterated by his single palm, as if Qin Guang Wang's secret technique were mere decoration—or perhaps, in his presence, all things in the world were illusions.

Qin Guang Wang spat blood and staggered back.

He retreated more than ten zhang, each step collapsing a section of the void. The Hall of Sen Luo was his manifestation of a Dao vision, and its instant destruction caused severe backlash, affecting his Dao roots.

"So strong?" Ye Chen exclaimed in shock.

"Quick, summon reinforcements from the underworld," Ren Wang urged abruptly, staggering to his feet. He wanted to join the fight against Qin Guang Wang but was in an extremely weakened state due to his earlier defiance of Zaohua's calamity. As a former friend of Zaohua Shenwang, he knew all too well how terrifying that supreme being was.

"Understood." Ye Chen hurriedly waved his hand.

Immediately, nine streaks of fresh blood emerged, merging into the earth. The ground hummed and shook as nine stone coffins rose up, drawing out the other nine Yamas and restoring their divine awareness.

"It's you again." The nine Yamas awoke and cursed in unison.

"It's out of necessity." Ye Chen chuckled dryly.

"There's a battle." Song Di Wang was the first to sense something was wrong, looking toward the sky. The massive commotion was hard to ignore, and the other eight Yamas followed his gaze to the ethereal void.

At this sight, all nine frowned.

As fellow Yamas of the underworld, they knew how formidable Qin Guang Wang was. In Ming Fu, aside from the emperor and Ming Di, who could match a single Yama in single combat? Yet now, in a one-on-one fight, he was being overpowered.

"Help out!" Qin Guang Wang shouted.

"Join forces to suppress him." The nine Yamas didn't hesitate, ascending to the heavens and positioning themselves around Zaohua Shenwang in all directions. They unleashed their secret techniques and divine abilities without holding back.

Boom! Bang!

Thunderous roars echoed even louder than before. The already devastated world became utter chaos, with dark clouds churning, lightning rampaging, and the void fracturing inch by inch. Through the cracks, black holes could be seen. In this dim realm, the eleven figures shone like eleven radiant stars.

With the nine Yamas joining the fight, Qin Guang Wang's pressure eased significantly.

Yet, even so, the ten of them struggled to suppress Zaohua Shenwang, frequently spitting blood and left battered and bloody.

In comparison, Lin Xing fared much better.

The supreme Zaohua Shenwang, even in his confused state, remained overwhelmingly dominant. Facing the ten Yamas alone, he not only held his ground but gained the upper hand. Each of his Zaohua secret techniques was an unparalleled immortal art, manifested within the Zaohua Immortal Domain vision. He truly was a divine king overlooking the world, where fortune and calamity coexisted, intertwined with visions of stars extinguishing and suns collapsing.

"Who is this guy?" Tai Shan Wang couldn't help but shout in frustration.

"Zaohua Shenwang."

"The Zaohua Shen Body?" The crowd of Yamas was shocked upon hearing it.

"As you've said."

"No wonder."

The nine Yamas all sighed. There was a reason for his strength—a Zaohua Shen Body was born with god-level attributes. At his peak, he could stand against a great emperor, something they could never match.

Sighs aside, the battle had to continue.

The ten Yamas regrouped, activating their forbidden laws to boost their combat power. Secret techniques, divine abilities, sword lights, palm strikes, formations, and arrays filled the sky, turning the chaotic world into a scene of utter ruin.

But awkwardly, they still couldn't overcome him.

Looking up at the heavens, blood rained down, with all the injuries on the Yamas. No one could harm Zaohua Shenwang.

"Truly dominant," Ye Chen murmured to himself.

Such a scene would shock anyone. Even in his confused state, he had the ten Yamas on the ropes. If he were fully awake and mastered Zaohua to its limit, he would be even more terrifying.

At the very least, the ten Yamas of Ming Fu could never take him down.

His power stood on par with Hong Chen Liu Dao.

For some reason, as a spectator, Ye Chen felt his sacred blood boiling inexplicably. If he had an emperor weapon, he'd want to spar with Zaohua Shenwang himself. Such an opportunity was rare.

Beside him, Ren Wang didn't watch; he just bent over and vomited blood.

He didn't need to look to know how powerful Zaohua Shenwang was. As his old friend, he understood that Zaohua Shenwang was on the same level as Hong Chen Liu Dao. Not to mention the ten Yamas, whose strength was suppressed by the heavens—even at their peak, they couldn't defeat that world-shaking figure.

They were watching, and so were Ming Di and Di Huang.

Di Huang remained composed, his expression as calm as a still pond, but Ming Di was far from serene—he even felt a bit embarrassed. Those were his ten Yamas from Ming Fu, all renowned figures who had received his true teachings. Yet in the heavens, ten of them couldn't beat one person. How humiliating!

"He's finally appeared," the silent Di Huang suddenly said.

As he spoke, his gaze shifted from the ten Yamas and Zaohua Shenwang to the Ling Yi Starry Sky. It was an obscure ancient star with a bamboo grove on it, and from the grove emerged a figure—a young man with white clothes and white hair, like an immortal king untouched by the mundane world.

"Qing, the Fei Hua Xian Wang," Ming Di also looked over, as if he recognized him.

After speaking, he withdrew his gaze and turned to Di Huang, his expression strange and his eyes even stranger.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Di Huang asked indifferently.

"Reuniting with a rival in love—what are your thoughts?" Ming Di smiled at Di Huang.

That single sentence made Di Huang's expression turn somewhat dazed, as if recalling an ancient past. He deeply loved Yue Shang and knew that someone else loved the Donghua Empress just as deeply—a peerless figure revered as Fei Hua Xian Wang. Unfortunately, that immortal king had loved the wrong person.

"What is love in this world?" Ming Di shook his head with a smile.

As the supreme ruler of the underworld, he had witnessed that ancient romance firsthand: a great saint body, a Fei Hua Xian Wang, and an unparalleled empress. He was Di Huang, he was Qing, and she was Yue Shang—the most dazzling trio of that era, with a hidden story unknown to the world.