Chapter 2122: I Am Also Like This

Kill!

Kui Luo roared, reconstructing his Shenmo outer manifestation, and lunged at Ye Chen. With one palm, he unleashed a vast sea of demons, within which demonic dragons roared, no smaller than the Ba Bu Tian Long, intent on devouring Ye Chen.

Ye Chen said nothing and charged in forcefully. He stamped out a demonic dragon with one foot, then split the sea of demons with a palm, closing in on Kui Luo.

Kui Luo's face was ferocious as he thrust a divine light straight at Ye Chen's skull.

Ye Chen employed Tai Xu Nuoyi to shift his vital points. At the same time, he delivered a Da Shui Bei Shou, flipping Kui Luo away and nearly shattering his domineering Shenmo outer manifestation.

"The Shenmo body is truly no joke," Dong Zhou Wu Wang Song Yu sighed. "If this were any ordinary emperor's child, they'd have been destroyed already. After hundreds of rounds, he's still going strong."

"There's always someone stronger, and skies beyond skies. This era is full of heaven-defying prodigies," Ri Yue Shenzi Zhi Yan clicked his tongue, adding while glancing at the crowd of emperor's children, "They're prodigies too, all unsealed in this era—it's no coincidence. Their fathers are emperors who shook the ancients and dazzled the present; they must have foreseen something, with profound implications."

Facts proved that the emperors' painstaking efforts were not in vain. This era was indeed extraordinary, with one supreme talent after another shining like brilliant stars. Even the emperor's children struggled to be invincible in their ranks.

Looking at the emperor's children, their eyes were dim.

The most radiant glory of their imperial paths had been overshadowed by Ye Chen. That Ba Huang war god was no longer just at the emperor's child level; he was on par with a young emperor. The legend of the Saint Body being undefeated in its rank would continue with him, destined to become an immortal myth.

"I've heard the Shenmo body is domineering, but I didn't expect it to be this terrifying," even the overbearing Kui Niu grumbled, though he had to admit Kui Luo's strength. To push a Great Saint-level Saint Body to such a state was no trivial matter.

Even the various Heavenly Emperor's children looked disheartened, let alone them. It was their fate to share an era with the Saint Body, forever suppressed and unable to rise.

The group of talents stopped cursing and just coughed up blood, having overexerted themselves and injured their meridians.

On the opposite side, the Hong Huang clan's talents weren't faring much better. After a round of insults, they still couldn't outcurse the Heavenly ones.

Numbers meant nothing; what mattered was a fierce spirit.

Both sides tacitly called a truce, knowing they'd resume cursing soon enough.

In the virtual sky, another spatial collapse occurred.

Kui Luo's Shenmo outer manifestation had been shattered.

Ye Chen's Ba Ti outer manifestation exploded as well.

Yet the battle grew even more ferocious, with one imperial immortal technique after another causing the heavens to shatter and the earth to crack. The blood of the Huang Gu Saint Body and the Shenmo body rained down, transforming into human and dragon forms as they fell, refusing to yield.

By now, the two had fought over a thousand rounds.

Ye Chen was shocked in his heart—not until he fought did he realize how startling it was.

Kui Luo's strength far exceeded his expectations. The Shenmo body's bloodline and origin were extremely domineering. As the child of a Hong Huang emperor, he not only inherited the emperor's bloodline but also their divine abilities. Even Ye Chen dared not clash head-on carelessly and had nearly been killed several times.

While the Saint Body was shocked, Kui Luo was even more astounded.

Up to this point, he couldn't believe there was someone this strong in the same rank, someone his Shenmo bloodline couldn't suppress. Not only had he failed to win, but he was repeatedly covered in blood from Ye Chen's attacks—and this was with Ye Chen already injured.

He imagined that if Ye Chen were at his peak, or if the Lunhui Eye weren't sealed, he would likely have been buried already.

The more Kui Luo thought about it, the angrier he became, his rage boiling to the point of searing his guts. Blinded by fury, he was the son of a Hong Huang emperor, his father a great emperor, bearing the emperor's glory—how could he be suppressed?

In his rage, he burned his lifespan and activated a domineering forbidden technique. A divine pattern appeared on his forehead, instantly boosting his combat power to surpass Ye Chen's.

Ye Chen snorted coldly. If the opponent had forbidden techniques, so did he—he wouldn't back down.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the two fought up to the ninth heaven, their figures disappearing from view. Only the crumbling sky and the pitch-black world remained, with occasional apocalyptic lights flickering.

"Is this going to last until the end of time?" Nan Di looked up, swallowing hard.

"The phrase 'end of time' fits perfectly. Who knows, they might even spark a romantic flame," Xiao Jiu Xian said playfully, giggling while linking arms with Chen Yi.

"Time to start cursing?" Xiao Yuan Huang took a swig of wine, cleared his throat, and prepared to support Ye Chen mentally. The talents from Xuan Huang rolled up their sleeves, ready to curse at any moment. As always, they couldn't beat the Hong Huang clan in battle, but they wouldn't back down in a verbal fight.

To this, Kui Niu just shook his head lightly, his expression full of meaning, as if saying: Wait a bit longer.

"Hey, your first love is here," the Wu clan Shenzi poked Long Jie.

Long Jie's head snapped around so quickly he ignored the battle, looking toward the west.

There stood a youth, or more accurately, a woman disguised as a man—it was Ji Ning Shuang, looking strikingly handsome in male attire.

Long Jie's eyes grew hazy again, filled with complex emotions.

Once, that woman had been his lifelong belief.

But fate decreed they were not meant to be—it wasn't that he lost to Ye Chen; it was just bad timing.

The Ling clan Shennu's beautiful eyes blazed with anger as she kicked Long Jie. Every time he saw Dong Shen Yao Chi, he lost his senses, which embarrassed her as his new wife.

If she could, she'd run over and strangle Yao Chi.

Or tell Dong Shen Yao Chi to go wherever she pleased.

Long Jie gave an awkward laugh and finally averted his gaze. He couldn't look anymore; it would cause trouble.

Ji Ning Shuang showed no reaction, her peerless face as cold as ice. Her clear, beautiful eyes were fixed only on the virtual sky, only on the Huang Gu Saint Body, as they had been from the start.

"What are the chances of defeating Kui Luo?" A light voice from Dong Huang Tai Xin whispered in her ear.

"Ten percent," Ji Ning Shuang replied without hesitation.

Dong Huang Tai Xin felt extremely gratified by this answer, and even Yue Huang and the Fifth Shen Jiang Tian Jiu smiled warmly, having no doubt about it.

In terms of combat power, Yao Chi was not inferior to the Saint Body. Even with Ye Chen injured and pressing Kui Luo, she, who stood shoulder to shoulder with him, could do the same. That ten percent was no exaggeration.

As seniors of Da Chu, they felt proud. The younger generation depended on the two of them.

Perhaps in this era, they might even see a fully realized Saint Body, along with a female emperor.

Ji Ning Shuang said no more, but a trace of imperial might emanated from her body. Though just a trace, it made everyone around her change color instantly. Clearly, she carried an imperial weapon.

Yao Chi's expression remained indifferent, as if unaware. She wasn't here just to watch; she was here to assist. If the Hong Huang dared to cause chaos or harm Ye Chen, she wouldn't hesitate to use the imperial weapon—or even trigger a Great Saint divine punishment, dragging the Hong Huang clan into the tribulation with them.

As the Saint Body's wife, protecting her husband was her duty.

"Do you two have a sense of foreboding?" Dong Huang Tai Xin transmitted.

"I've felt it since the day we passed the tribulation," Yue Huang whispered, her brows slightly furrowed. That feeling was vague yet persistent, making her heart tremble and filling her with disgust.

"I am also so," Shen Jiang Tian Jiu said.

With that, the three fell silent. At their level, such feelings almost always became reality. This foreboding signaled disaster; the heavens were likely facing a great catastrophe.

"Someone's falling!" Someone shouted.

All spectators focused their gaze on the sky at once.

Indeed, someone was plummeting from the virtual sky, covered in blood—it was Kui Luo.

"Impossible!" The Hong Huang clan's eyes turned blood red in disbelief at his defeat.

With a boom, Kui Luo crashed to the ground, smashing a deep crater.

Ye Chen followed, descending from the sky. His heavy Huang Gu Saint Body cracked the ground. He was severely injured too, with several saint bones exposed and shocking to see, but his murderous aura was unstoppable, his invincible will forming dragon roars that echoed through heaven and earth.

"I don't believe it." From the crater, Kui Luo charged out, his eyes scarlet and his face twisted like a demon. Disheveled and frenzied like a mad dog, he howled hysterically. His injuries were worse than Ye Chen's; his domineering Shenmo body was nearly torn apart.

In his rage, he sacrificed blood and lifespan again, remolding his divine body and boosting his combat power once more.

Ye Chen's mouth overflowed with blood, but he didn't lose momentum. He activated over a dozen forbidden techniques at once. Whatever boost Kui Luo gained, he matched it—let's go all out!

Kill!

Kui Luo roared, surging with Hong Huang qi as he charged.

Fight!

Ye Chen bellowed firmly, stepping on the golden immortal river and attacking head-on.

The battle erupted again, bloody and immense.

On one side, Kui Luo unfolded his vision: a vast Hong Huang demonic land, a thousand miles of scorched earth, with black demonic light rampaging and demonic qi surging. Shenmo dao principles crisscrossed, painting scenes of destruction. He stood like a demon god, dominating the universe and shaking the eight directions.

On the other side, Ye Chen also spread his Chaos vision: a golden immortal realm where all things flourished, with life force abundant. Every flower, grass, tree, and plant had spirituality, fused with the Saint Body's dao. He stood within it like a Ba Huang war god, overlooking the world.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The rumbling shook the nine heavens. Each collision of the Chaos realm and Hong Huang demonic land destroyed the sky and earth. Their attacks were brutally savage, both bathed in each other's blood, fighting like madmen.

The spectators retreated again and again. The battle's fluctuations were too massive, and the fighters were unpredictable, shifting locations chaotically. One wrong move, and they'd drag the crowd into the fray. Quasi-Emperors might be fine, but the weaker ones would suffer greatly.

"Ye Chen has no equal under heaven, beating Kui Luo like a dog."

The Heavenly talents, having regrouped, started cursing en masse. Ye Chen had brought glory to the heavens, making their insults feel even more satisfying. Their lines were improvised, one set after another.

Faced with this, the Hong Huang couldn't hold back, their curses rising like tidal waves.

But as before, they ended up awkwardly. Despite their numerical advantage, they were still overwhelmed, many spitting blood and struggling to stand.

Seeing this, the Heavenly elders stroked their beards collectively: With such juniors, our hearts are at ease.

Also watching were the two supreme beings of the Ming Realm.

However, their eyes were no longer on the battle but elsewhere, each narrowing their gaze with extremely grave expressions.

"Heavenly Demon," Di Huang said coldly, killing intent surging.

"I faintly sense the aura of the Heavenly Demon Emperor," Ming Di pondered. "Another great catastrophe."