Chapter 2102: Spectators

Because the killing formation failed to hit its target, it ended up affecting more Honghuang people, turning them into blood mist in vast swathes. Among them were not a few Honghuang Da Sheng, and even sealing the space seemed utterly ineffective.

"Damn it." The leaders of various clans roared in fury, each summoning their Dharma artifacts overhead as they charged in for the kill.

"Any who block me shall die." Ye Chen's voice rang out firmly. He retracted his external Overlord Body form and gripped his Dao sword, charging forward relentlessly, slashing through everyone in his path like cutting watermelons, without regard for who they were.

"Submit to me!" A Taowu Da Sheng attacked, activating a divine seal that descended from above. The seal was as heavy as a mountain, causing space to collapse even before it fully landed.

"Get lost." Ye Chen snorted coldly and swatted the divine seal away with a single palm.

"Perish." Ji Ning Shuang arrived and struck with her sword, severing the Taowu Da Sheng's head.

"Die!" Over a hundred Honghuang Da Sheng surrounded them, their Dharma artifacts hovering in the air and merging their pressures into one, pulverizing the starlit void. Each artifact was forged from divine iron and evoked scenes of destruction.

Ye Chen instantly transformed into the Chaos Great Realm, enveloping himself and Ji Ning Shuang for defense.

The over a hundred Dharma artifacts crashed down, shattering the Chaos Great Realm but failing to break through.

In that instant, Ji Ning Shuang activated her Yaochi external form and empowered a Quasi-Emperor weapon, sweeping out with a palm that repelled the hundred Dharma artifacts. Even the hundred Da Sheng were shaken back, spitting blood and wearing expressions of utter shock.

After repelling the hundred Da Sheng, the two did not linger and charged straight toward the east.

"You insignificant Saint King, where do you think you're going?" A Qiongqi clan Quasi-Emperor bellowed, surging forward with overwhelming blood fiend energy. This was no ordinary Quasi-Emperor; his palm covered the sky like a shroud, with annihilating Dao principles dancing through the air.

This time, it was Ji Ning Shuang's turn. She struck out with a palm from afar, shattering the handprint.

Their coordination was impeccable—as she made her move, Ye Chen launched his attack, executing an Eight Desolations Slash that drove back the Qiongqi. Before it could steady itself, Ji Ning Shuang followed up, her divine light fingertip piercing a gruesome blood hole in its chest and gravely damaging its Dao roots with Emperor Dao immortal techniques.

For this, the two paid a bloody price: Ye Chen was struck by a Quasi-Emperor artifact, causing half his Saint Body to explode, while Ji Ning Shuang took an arrow to her jade shoulder, staining her pristine immortal robes with her own blood.

"Kill them!" Honghuang armies converged from all sides like towering waves, intent on drowning the pair.

"Get lost." Ye Chen remained as domineering as ever, hacking and slashing wildly without any particular style.

Ji Ning Shuang was equally straightforward, activating the Demonic Path of the Dao and advancing through the blood.

They carved out a bloody path.

However, despite their strength, they couldn't withstand the sheer numbers of their enemies and were frequently wounded.

The surrounding star voids rumbled continuously as transmission gates materialized one after another, with Honghuang clan armies pouring out. The encirclement layered upon itself, circle after circle, totaling thousands of Quasi-Emperor artifacts stationed at every point, completely sealing off this stretch of star space.

It was a vast black ocean, numbering at least fifty million strong, like a dark curtain blotting out the vast universe and blocking all light. Each face was twisted in grotesque malice, with fangs bared and gleaming menacingly, and pairs of crimson eyes filled with savage fury.

Compared to the Honghuang forces, Ye Chen and Ji Ning Shuang were like mere specks of dust.

Yet, though small, they stood out starkly in that black ocean—one like an Eight Desolations War God radiating golden light, the other like a peerless queen of unmatched elegance. Waves of Honghuang attackers lunged at them, only to be wiped out in droves, dyeing the vast star space a bloody crimson with mist.

Gulp!

Everyone in the cauldron swallowed hard, stunned speechless by Ye Chen and Ji Ning Shuang.

In the northern star space, Emperor Dao transmission gates manifested, and figures surged out like a tide. The Xuanhuang cultivators arrived first, and upon witnessing the scene, whether elders or juniors, they were all shocked to the point of nearly falling from the stars.

"At least fifty million, right?" The Little Ape Emperor stared into the distance, his eyes bulging wide.

"Indeed, and the commotion is bigger than ever," Kui Niu clicked his tongue in amazement.

"It's really Yaochi; she's still alive." The Southern Emperor's divine eyes pierced through, spotting that graceful figure amid the crowd, fighting side by side with Ye Chen, one on the left and one on the right, desperately battling through the Honghuang armies.

"She was clearly buried; how is she alive again?" Little Nine Immortal scratched her head in confusion.

"Truly bizarre." Zhong Huang and Xi Zun murmured, equally baffled.

"You're still as radiantly elegant as ever." Long Jie smiled, though with a touch of weariness.

"When have you ever looked at me like that?" The Ling clan goddess shot Long Jie a resentful glance. "Do you know you've already married? Do you know she's someone else's wife?"

"I know." Long Jie coughed dryly.

Whenever this happened, the Wu clan godson's eyes would flare with fire, while the Gu clan goddess pouted, creating quite the spectacle. It was fortunate the Man clan godson was deceased; otherwise, it would be even more chaotic.

Meanwhile, Bei Sheng focused intently, saying nothing, her mind lost in a daze as she watched Ye Chen.

As they spoke, more domain gates appeared, and the various heaven's Emperor Children arrived.

"Fifty million Honghuang troops surrounding two human cultivators—how ironic." Feng Yu, son of the Azure Emperor, couldn't help but sneer coldly, his voice laced with anger. With such forces, where were they during the heavenly demon invasions? They hid like turtles, yet they're all fierce when attacking the heavens' human cultivators.

"The East God of Xuanhuang is truly still alive." The Emperor Child Mu Yang sighed in lament.

"Their strength surpasses what it was back then." Emperor Child Li Fengqiu exclaimed in awe.

"They've transcended the Emperor Child level—absolutely on par with young emperors." The crowd of Emperor Children inhaled sharply. This era truly breeds monsters, and remarkably, they're a pair. If anyone from this age could become an emperor, it would be these two with the greatest hope.

"Oh, look, all you big brothers have shown up." Dong Zhou Wu Wang Song Yu and Sun Moon God Child Zhi Yan arrived as well. Though not sons of great emperors, they boldly joined the Emperor Children group, and at first glance, they didn't seem out of place. In terms of combat power, the two weren't weak, and most importantly, they had ambition.

"Did you bring any Emperor artifacts?" The pair asked, hands tucked in their sleeves, glancing at the other Emperor Children.

"The calamity tide hasn't ended; who dares to recklessly use Emperor weapons?" Tian Shuo replied leisurely.

The two coughed awkwardly, having forgotten that detail.

The group of Emperor Children said no more, merely watching quietly. Whether it was the Little Ape Emperor and his companions or themselves, they were all just observers, with no intention of joining the fight. It was as if they were here purely to watch the show.

Based on their understanding of Ye Chen, with so many Honghuang gathered—fifty million strong—he was bound to stir up some massive commotion, and that so-called commotion would undoubtedly involve heavenly tribulations.

Even more transmission domain gates materialized, coming from all corners of the star space.

Sounds of tutting, shock, and lamentation blended into a tidal wave. The reappearance of the Desolate Ancient Holy Body was somewhat unexpected but not surprising, yet for Ji Ning Shuang, it was truly baffling—dead and buried, yet alive again, just like Ye Chen back in the day.

Do people from their family never die? This thought echoed in everyone's minds.

As for the Honghuang great clans, the human cultivators regarded them with full resentment—classic bullies at home. With their strength, why not fight the heavenly demons? Every invasion, and they're the quickest to hide.

The newly arrived human cultivators stood in neat formation, adopting a clear spectator stance, with no sign of offering help. They had traveled far precisely to watch the performance.

Whenever Honghuang gathered in such numbers, one mustn't rush in recklessly; even if not killed by the Honghuang clans, you'd be struck down by heavenly tribulations. Everyone in the heavens knew Ye Chen's little schemes all too well.

The human cultivators were well aware, but the Honghuang great clans were a bit blind to it, charging forward desperately one after another. Slaying the Desolate Ancient Holy Body could earn them the title of king.

No wonder the Honghuang had such poor judgment.

Or perhaps, they just never learned. Not learning was fine; they'd pay the tuition in blood and gain some experience. This time, the Desolate Ancient Holy Body would teach them what true scheming was.

A burst of immortal light scattered as the domain gate of Da Chu arrived.

Dong Huang Tai Xin, Yue Huang, and the Fifth God General emerged together. Seeing the Honghuang armies like a vast ocean, they couldn't help but sneer coldly, their icy killing intent spreading infinitely across the seas and wilderness.

Back then, the heavens' human cultivators fought so fiercely, yet the Honghuang provided not a single soldier or weapon.

Now, to surround and kill two human cultivators, they mobilized fifty million troops—what utter irony.

As guardians of the heavens' gates, Dong Huang Tai Xin harbored deep hopes: next time the heavenly demons invaded, let their iron hooves trample the Honghuang as well, and let those who called themselves superior races witness what blood and bone truly meant. Even if the Honghuang were wiped out, it would be no less than they deserved.

"Kill! Kill for me!"

"Slay Ye Chen, and you shall be crowned king on the spot!"

"No mercy!"

The Honghuang roars echoed like ancient thunder, shaking the eternal immortal dome.

Amid the armies, Ye Chen and Ji Ning Shuang continued their desperate charge.

Yet, the Honghuang forces were too overwhelming; even with their combat prowess, breaking out was nearly impossible. Their divine bodies had collapsed multiple times, covered in shocking blood gashes, like two blood-soaked war gods.

Still, their feats were shockingly unprecedented.

Gazing into the distance, the Honghuang dead piled into mountains, their blood forming rivers, with rolling blood mist filling that star space. Even specks of starlight were dyed red, the entire world as if washed in fresh blood, gruesome enough to make one's heart race with terror.

The shouts of killing faded away at some point.

The Honghuang stopped their assault, their dark figures blanketing all sides and tightly encircling Ye Chen and Ji Ning Shuang. Thousands of Quasi-Emperor artifacts revived their divine might, locked onto the pair and ready to bombard them at any moment.

Looking at the Honghuang faces, they were twisted in grotesque malice, licking their crimson tongues with sinister, terrifying grins. In their eyes, with fifty million surrounding them, Ye Chen had no chance of turning the tide.

"A bunch of vermin." At the center, Ye Chen staggered, even his sword-holding hand trembling from exhaustion, having killed until he was spent, his feet treading on Honghuang blood and bones.

"This lineup should be sufficient." Ji Ning Shuang smiled lightly.

"Let me take a look." Ye Chen stood on his tiptoes, glancing over—nothing but Honghuang everywhere. Naturally, he could also see the heavens' human cultivators, all standing with hands tucked away, waiting to watch the show.

"What are you looking at?" Shangguan Jiu poked her head out from the cauldron's edge.

"Dad's just counting the numbers," Ye Ling chuckled.

"Come on, don't just stand around." Tang San Shao took the initiative, handing out memory crystals to everyone, preparing to capture the spectacular scenes. As people of the heavens, how could they not know the Holy Body's nature? Few enemies mean fighting to the death, but many? Time to stir up some real chaos.

Over here, Ye Chen had already withdrawn his gaze. With a light wave of his hand, he drew Ji Ning Shuang into the great cauldron.

In the next moment, he suddenly turned back, flashing a charming smile at the Honghuang, his teeth gleaming white. After killing for so long, it was time to play his trump card. These people had come from afar and gathered with such effort; he had to give them a grand gift, didn't he?

"As I calculated, this place should have applause—or rather, heavenly tribulations." The heavens' elders, now acting like fortune-tellers, stroked their beards and made a show of divining.