Chapter 2134: All the Way

Chapter 2134: All the Way Pit

Fight!

Ye Chen let out a resounding shout, raising his hand for a sword strike that cleaved the heavens and earth.

Kill!

The Tianmo from all sides surged in like a tidal wave, with demonic artifacts, secret treasures, divine abilities, spells, and killing formations filling the sky, carrying destructive might as they engulfed Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was no ordinary person and would not stand there to be struck. He immediately used Yi Tian Huan Di to evade the fatal attacks.

He escaped, but the Tianmo he swapped places with suffered miserably, turned to ash in an instant without knowing what hit them. Ironically, it was their own allies who struck them down.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Jets of dark blood bloomed frequently among the Tianmo ranks.

The clever Ye Chen seemed to have forgotten all other secret techniques, relying solely on Yi Tian Huan Di. He avoided direct combat, dodging one lethal assault after another and trapping wave after wave of Tianmo.

The Tianmo generals were furious, summoning their life-bound demonic artifacts—a pitch-black demonic mirror that soared into the nine heavens. The demonic patterns etched on it revived, sending strands of demonic light cascading down to crush the vast sky. They were not foolish; they aimed to seal the space and cut off Ye Chen's Yi Tian Huan Di.

Ye Chen sneered, not even bothering to look. He thought, "Joke's on you—I've got an Di Bing. Do you think you can seal this space so easily? That demonic mirror is strong, but it's just a Zhun Di artifact. It can't hold against an emperor's weapon."

With the space unsealed, Ye Chen's movements became incredibly agile.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

More blood mist filled the air as batches of Tianmo fell to their own attacks.

Looking down from the heavens, the scene was terrifyingly bloody. Countless Tianmo soldiers and generals filled the void and the ground, yet they could not capture Ye Chen. Instead, he trapped them in endless misery.

It was as if this massive Tianmo army was nothing but decoration in front of Ye Chen.

Damn it!

The Tianmo roared in anger, each cry louder than the last, echoing across the Bing Yu. Their faces twisted into grotesque masks like evil spirits, frustration boiling over with nowhere to vent. Being toyed with by a mere ant like this made their rage burn so fiercely they felt their insides twist, desperate to tear Ye Chen apart.

But as the saying goes, shouting doesn't win battles—it's useless. Ye Chen ignored their yells completely and kept at it with even more enthusiasm, showcasing Yi Tian Huan Di amid the Tianmo forces. Out of all his divine abilities, this one was the smoothest and most shameless. He couldn't beat them head-on, but as long as he could trap them, it was fine—one trap meant one gain.

Ah!

The Tianmo soldiers and generals went berserk, like mad dogs, nearly driven to tears from frustration.

In response, Ye Chen said helpfully,

Wherever the shouts are loudest,that's where I'll head.One Yi Tian Huan Di isn't enough? Try two.Two not working? Go for three.

Sure enough, those barking Tianmo ended up blasted to pieces under the barrage of attacks.

That'll teach you to shout—hope you get struck by lightning!

This spectacle made Ming Di burst into laughter, and even Di Huang stood taller, his back straight. This descendant of theirs was truly bringing honor to the Sheng Ti lineage. Even imperial-level kills couldn't take him down—he was still lively, trapping Tianmo left and right. In the art of trapping gods, he was a model.

"At this rate, reaching Qingtian Mozhu won't be too hard," Ming Di said with a smile.

"Nothing is absolute," Di Huang replied, taking a deep breath. Though proud, a hint of worry lingered in his eyes. The Tianmo were no ordinary race, full of powerful masters. If Yi Tian Huan Di got sealed, that would be true despair. Even with an Di Bing for protection and in Xue Ji Xian Jie state, Ye Chen might not make it to Qingtian Mozhu. He could end up worn down in the relentless Tianmo assault, fighting to his death and scattering his soul.

"Yan Di has the upper hand," Ming Di said casually.

Hearing this, Di Huang turned to look at the other battlefield. In the vast Dao Tai Shang heaven, the fight was the most brutal, stained with imperial blood. The flawless Can Ye Mo Di was being driven back relentlessly.

In contrast, Yan Di was surrounded by ultimate Dao principles, his vast imperial eyes flickering with immortal light, etched with endless antiquity and embodying the essence of the emperor's path. Like a brilliant sun, his radiance illuminated all realms, and every strike he made could shatter the heavens and destroy the earth, forcing Can Ye Mo Di to spit blood repeatedly.

It was as if he were not just an imperial body, but a true emperor—the real Yan Di.

Ah!

Can Ye Mo Di roared, his hair disheveled, his scarlet imperial eyes threaded with blood, on the verge of bursting. Where was the mocking arrogance from before? This flawless great emperor was being overpowered by an imperial body, with no chance to fight back. His imperial pride and glory had become a farce.

In that moment, he regretted deeply. He should never have let the imperial body recover its consciousness time and again. From the start, he should have used his ultimate killing techniques to crush it.

But he had missed his best opportunity, giving the imperial body time to breathe.

And that breath had led to an unstoppable surge. The imperial body's power kept rising, and as a flawless emperor, not only could he not suppress it, but he was suffering a complete reversal.

In a way, he had nurtured this imperial body into a true emperor, step by step.

To honor his efforts, the imperial body pressed on, dominating the great emperor.

How amusing—this was truly amusing. Can Ye Mo Di had gotten the thrill he wanted, his dream come true.

Ming Di wanted to laugh again, feeling a mix of schadenfreude for Can Ye Mo Di. He quite admired that emperor from Tianmo Domain—he had dug a massive pit for himself, failing to destroy the imperial body and ending up burying himself alive.

Di Huang felt the same. This was the price of self-proclaimed superiority, paid in blood.

Yet, both supreme beings knew all too well that defeating an emperor was easy, but slaughtering one was hard. After all, this was not the real Yan Di—just an imperial body. And the one he faced was a great emperor nearing his peak. Killing a flawless emperor was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Fight!

The cultivators of the realms roared, their battle intent soaring to the skies.

With Yan Di gaining the advantage, it ignited belief in all beings. They fought with reckless abandon, their backs against the ravaged mountains and rivers, bathing in the fresh blood of Tianmo soldiers as they slaughtered the invading forces from the other realm. Corpses piled like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers. They might not be war gods, but they fought with the spirit of one.

Ah!

The roars from Bing Yu were equally thunderous, merging into a wave like the sea, shaking the heavens.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Amid the roars, blood sprayed, with blood flowers blooming one after another, reflecting the apocalyptic light and adding a touch of vividness.

This was all thanks to Ye Chen, the Tenth Emperor of Da Chu. His talent for trapping others was unmatched, especially in his Xue Ji Xian Jie state, wielding an Di Bing and trapping with shameless persistence. He trapped them relentlessly, to the point of no return.

"Waste," came a cold, desolate snort echoing through the void, from the direction of Qingtian Mozhu.

The Mo Jun moved, each stepping on a demonic river as they charged from the edge of the sky in unison. There were nine of them in a neat row: Jin, Mu, Shui, Huo, Tu, Feng, Lei, Yin, and Yang Mo Jun.

No wonder they were Mo Jun—with the same Zhun Di cultivation, they far surpassed ordinary Tianmo generals. The nine stood side by side like towering mountains in the world, their rolling demonic power vast as the sea. Each backed by a domain of demonic land, their pitch-black eyes manifested scenes of destruction.

Ye Chen didn't even glance their way, focused solely on Yi Tian Huan Di—he had no time to waste.

"Where do you think you're going?" the nine Mo Jun snarled in unison, forming seals together.

Immediately, a beam of demonic light descended from the sky, striking Ye Chen directly.

This beam had little power and didn't leave a single mark on Ye Chen, but its effect was devastating—it actually sealed his Yi Tian Huan Di. For Ye Chen, this was catastrophic. Without access to the heavenly Dao and his technique sealed, in a Bing Yu swarming with Tianmo, he was as good as surrounded and doomed.

"Awkward," Ye Chen muttered, steadying himself with an extremely grim expression.

"Run—why aren't you running anymore?" Jin Mo Jun sneered, his scarlet eyes filled with violent bloodlust.

"Can't I take a break?" Ye Chen wiped the blood from his mouth.

"I'll make you wish you were dead," Lei Mo Jun said with a demonic laugh, thrusting a palm toward Ye Chen from the air. Thunder patterns were etched in his palm, surrounded by thunder essence, heavy as a mountain.

Ye Chen said nothing, responding with his most powerful attack. He threw a heaven-defying punch that shattered the thunder palm seal, even forcing Lei Mo Jun to stagger back, his face full of shock. He was a peak Zhun Di—how could a mere Da Sheng make him spit blood with one punch?

Not just him—the other eight Mo Jun were equally stunned.

But they had no idea that Ye Chen was no ordinary Da Sheng. As an Huang Gu Sheng Ti, invincible in his realm, he had the power to challenge higher levels. Now, with an Di Bing and in Xue Ji Xian Jie state, even a peak Zhun Di was no match. To suppress him, you'd need at least a Ban Di level.

Ye Chen remained silent, soaring into the sky and fleeing, his gaze full of defiance. He admitted he couldn't beat a great emperor, but if he couldn't handle even a Mo Jun, he might as well give up. The title of Sheng Ti wasn't just for show.

"Stay right there!" Yin Yang Mo Jun blocked his path, each unleashing a palm that shattered the heavens.

"Get lost!" Ye Chen roared, swinging a sword that split the cosmos and sent Yin Mo Jun flying. With a flip of his hand, he unleashed a palm seal that hurled Yang Mo Jun away. His strikes were so fierce he nearly exploded them.

"Suppress him!" Huo Mo Jun bellowed, activating a demonic seal—it was a damaged Di Qi, with faint imperial aura lingering. Before it even landed, it crushed space to pieces.

Puff!

Ye Chen, caught off guard, stumbled under the pressure.

"Die!" Feng Mo Jun darted like a phantom, swift as lightning, thrusting a demonic light toward Ye Chen's forehead, aiming straight for his Yuan Shen true form. This was a genuine killing blow.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, forcibly resisting the seal's pressure. In a flash, he unleashed an immortal river, colliding head-on with Feng Mo Jun, who had just arrived. The impact nearly split him in two with the Di Jian. Speed was his strength, but defense? Not so much.

"Exterminate!" Shui Mu Mo Jun shouted, ascending to the nine heavens and positioning themselves on the east and west sides. They clasped hands, summoning a thunderous demonic sea that crashed down, pulverizing the sky inch by inch and engulfing Ye Chen. This was no ordinary sea—it fused demonic malice and destructive forces.

Yet, strong as it was, it couldn't trap Ye Chen. In an instant, he burst out, shattering the demonic sea with a kick. He followed with a sword and a palm, driving back the two Mo Jun. But he paid a price—struck by Jin Mo Jun's finger, a bloody hole pierced his dominant Sheng Ti.

Having taken a hit, how could he not strike back? With a swing of his hand, another sword slashed through heaven and earth.

Puff!

Dark blood splattered across the sky. Even Jin Mo Jun's defenses couldn't withstand the ultimate Di Jian, leaving a gruesome gash from his forehead straight to his feet.

The most awkward was Tu Mo Jun—he had just arrived, not even showing his full power, when Ye Chen kicked him flying. That kick was no joke, empowered by the Xian Wu Di Jian, nearly turning Tu Mo Jun into a pile of flesh.