Chapter 1989: Stop Frightening People

"The celestial realm and the primordial chaos realm have long had an agreement that the elder generation cannot participate in battles. Is Senior intending to break the truce agreement?"

Qian Shang Yue stood gracefully, her voice light and calm, unaffected by the pressure of the great sage.

A faint laugh echoed from behind Qian Shang Yue. Another Tao Wu great sage appeared, an elder with blood-red hair, his aura vast and overwhelming. He licked his crimson tongue as he gazed at Qian Shang Yue.

So, one in a python robe and one with blood-red hair, the two Tao Wu great sages blocked Qian Shang Yue in the void, their secret techniques ready in their palms, poised to deliver a fatal strike at any moment.

The human cultivators who were watching couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. Two great sages were indeed a formidable lineup.

Qian Shang Yue frowned slightly. She had the power to slay a great sage, but facing two would be uncertain, as she was only a sage king. She wasn't afraid of a one-on-one fight, but a group assault was another matter.

"End your life yourself and join our kin in death," the python-robed elder said indifferently.

"Has the Tao Wu clan lost all shame?" It was Lin Xing again, cursing loudly.

"Exactly, two great sages ganging up on a single sage king? Your clan has some thick skin." This remark came from Liu Dao, who hid himself well—no one knew it was him—but Ye Chen heard it clearly and thought to himself that Liu Dao, after the calamity, was quite endearing.

"What's the matter, bullying us celestials because we're short on people?"

"Great sages think they're impressive? You two should take a look—how many great sages are here? One spit from each could drown you. If you want to show off, bring your quasi-emperor. Two great sages? How laughable."

Lin Xing and Liu Dao's scolding was indeed rallying, as the human cultivators on site joined in the chorus. A couple of voices might go unnoticed, but thousands upon thousands made it impossible to ignore.

"Noisy!" The two Tao Wu great sages roared in anger, scolding them fiercely.

"Scold us one more time, and we'll kick you to death." The celestial realm's human cultivators shouted back with unyielding boldness.

"A bunch of ants, how dare you defy your kings?" These words thundered like lightning, shaking the vast sky.

As the words fell, the void space shattered, and surging primordial chaos energy burst forth, carrying a dense crowd of figures—all Tao Wu clan members. Over eighty percent were at the sage king level, at least fifty percent were great sages, and there were over a thousand of them, their momentum grand and their killing intent soaring.

"Shao Xiahu Ren." Lin Xing adjusted his sleeves. "A group fight? We're not afraid."

He said this with full confidence—it was the plain truth. Even though the Tao Wu clan had reinforcements, compared to the human cultivators present, they were still outnumbered. If it came to an all-out brawl, the Tao Wu clan would surely lose.

"Don't believe it? Let's go at it—who's afraid?" The celestial realm's human cultivators showed no fear.

"Today is quite lively indeed." Another voice rang out, followed by deafening booms.

Gazing into the distance, clouds churned and rumbled endlessly as more primordial chaos races arrived—not just one, but at least a dozen. Some soared on clouds, others rode flying swords, and still others drove war chariots, their formation immense, like a vast black curtain shrouding the clear sky.

At this, the human cultivators on site suddenly paled and collectively stepped back.

Even the defiant Lin Xing furrowed his brow. If it were just the Tao Wu clan, it might not be much, but with the addition of these new dozen races, the primordial chaos forces now outnumbered the human cultivators by over ten times. In a group fight, the human side would be massacred, resulting in mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

"What about the forbidden zones? The five great forbidden zones? The primordial chaos is breaking the truce agreement." The human cultivators called out, looking toward the Xuan Huang Continent, hoping the forbidden zones would strike and teach the primordial chaos races a lesson.

However, their calls received no response from the Xuan Huang Continent.

Ye Chen frowned. It wasn't that Xuan Huang didn't care; it was just too far, and besides, the quasi-emperors of the forbidden zones were likely still in the midst of their own tribulations, giving the primordial chaos an opportunity to exploit.

Fortunately, although the primordial chaos forces were substantial, they had no quasi-emperors, so everything was still under his control.

As they spoke, the dozen primordial chaos races arrived, filling the skies and covering the ground. Each one had a slight smirk, licking their crimson tongues—they had been dormant for seventy years and were eager for the scent of blood.

In comparison, the human cultivators present seemed sparse, their faces paling under the primordial chaos races' momentum.

"We are here to attend the auction, fellow human Daoists—do not be alarmed." A Jin Ni clan great sage chuckled, his words echoing with a magical allure that disturbed the mind.

"Attending an auction requires this many people? From what I see, you're here for war!" An elder human cultivator sneered.

"This Daoist friend is overthinking," a Tian Xie clan great sage said, stroking his beard.

"No need for chatter. Today, she must die." The Tao Wu clan great sage stared coldly at Qian Shang Yue.

"Then it depends on whether your Tao Wu clan has the capability," a cold laugh suddenly sounded as Ye Chen moved, stepping steadily into the void. His hood was up, and his cloak billowed in the wind.

"It's that madman from the tavern." Many human cultivators recognized him, recalling his forceful "I'll be damned" earlier.

"This guy's really a madman! Heroically saving the beauty, but does he know the time?"

"Still just a sage king—going up there to die?"

"Truly someone who's not afraid of death." The Tao Wu clan experts laughed mockingly, swarming in a crowd to surround Ye Chen and Qian Shang Yue in that patch of void. The great sages, in particular, took an interest in Ye Chen, as they couldn't see through his true appearance, proving his extraordinariness.

"This doesn't concern you, Daoist friend—leave quickly," Qian Shang Yue transmitted.

"If you're killed, I'd be scolded to death back in Da Chu." Ye Chen winked at Qian Shang Yue.

"You..." Qian Shang Yue's lips parted slightly. Without even seeing his face, she recognized his voice—it was their Da Chu's emperor, the supreme Heavenly Court Holy Lord. She never expected to encounter Ye Chen here, feeling both startled and delighted.

"Capture them alive." A Tao Wu great sage chuckled sinisterly.

At the command, the python-robed elder and the blood-red-haired elder charged abruptly, one targeting Ye Chen and the other Qian Shang Yue, extending their hands to seize them on the spot.

"Capture your sister." Ye Chen cursed loudly, lightly waving his sleeve to pull Qian Shang Yue into a bronze furnace. She was strong, but the enemy forces were too great for a full battle. He, however, was different—with a quasi-emperor weapon fused in his body, he could contend with a quasi-emperor and had no fear of mere two great sages.

In an instant, the Tao Wu great sages' palms arrived, crushing the void to pieces.

Ye Chen sneered, a wolf-tooth club appearing in his hand—transformed from the Chaos Cauldron. With one ferocious swing, he shattered the python-robed elder's body, even damaging his primordial spirit.

Then, he spun around swiftly, channeling his strength for another swing that sent the blood-red-haired elder flying.

Wa!

The celestial realm's cultivators watched as the blood-red-haired elder was launched, not knowing how far he went.

They only knew that mid-flight, his body exploded into a mist of blood, and his primordial spirit shattered.

Hiss!

Gasps of cold air rose in unison, leaving the celestial realm's cultivators stunned.

That was a great sage! A Tao Wu great sage, with a tough physique and dominant bloodline, far superior to human great sages in the same realm—yet in a single exchange, a sage king had beaten them half to death with one club each.

"Good thing I didn't curse him at the tavern earlier." Many human cultivators subconsciously swallowed, realizing upon closer inspection that this madman was terrifyingly powerful. If they'd provoked him before, they'd likely be on the road to the underworld, sipping Meng Po soup by now.

"When did our celestial realm produce such a talent?"

"He's hiding his origin with secret techniques—we can't see his true face."

"What a clever kid—he even has a quasi-emperor weapon." Lin Xing narrowed his eyes, seeing it most clearly, as he also had a quasi-emperor weapon within him, creating a resonance. Still, he was puzzled—how could a mere sage king be this ferocious, even with a quasi-emperor weapon? It was unbelievable.

"You've underestimated him." The Tao Wu clan's experts looked grim. Even the sage kings retreated, while the great sages closed in—they weren't fools and could tell Ye Chen had a quasi-emperor weapon fused in his body. Otherwise, how could he cripple great sages with two swings? This ruthless figure meant any sage king charging in would be courting death.

"Come one by one, or all at once?" Ye Chen shouldered his wolf-tooth club, cracking his neck fiercely as Chaos Dao principles merged into his sacred body, boosting his combat power. Without a quasi-emperor, he wouldn't even need to contact Yan Luo—he could face this group of Tao Wu alone and beat them until they doubted their existence.