Chapter 2154: A Thousand Miles to Deliver One's Head

Chapter 2154: Qian Li Song Ren Tou

Boom!

With all the emperor weapons rising into the sky, the heavens and earth in this realm instantly shattered.

Bang!

The trembling Tuo Wu emperor weapon finally fell, also an emperor artifact, but it was utterly suppressed. Not just it—even if the strongest Xuanyuan Sword were here, it would fare no better.

Retreat! Quick retreat!

The Tuo Wu clan emperor roared, casting an escape technique.

His words were pointless; without his order, the Tuo Wu army was already fleeing in disarray. From the view of the heavens, this vast black ocean was like a tide receding.

Where do you think you're going?

The emperors of various clans snorted coldly, jointly controlling the emperor weapons and sweeping out beams of emperor dao immortal light.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Blood mist filled the air as the fleeing Tuo Wu were wiped out in droves.

Fight!

The Yao Chi barrier opened wide, with the Yao Chi elders leading the charge. One transformed the Yao Chi emperor artifact into an emperor sword, swinging it to create a river of immortals that turned everything in its path to ash.

As the emperor of Da Chu, Ye Chen couldn't lag behind. He hovered the Chaos Cauldron above his head, activated his external Sacred Body form, summoned the Eight Heavenly Dragons, and gripped a dao sword over ten zhang long. He plunged into the Tuo Wu enemy lines, slashing wildly without distinguishing targets. Aside from Quasi-Emperors, no one could stand against him.

Chen Yi and Yao Xin were equally ferocious, each facing off against a Quasi-Emperor.

Fight!

This roar shook the heavens, as the major forces of Xuan Huang converged from all sides to attack the Tuo Wu. With emperor weapons dominating above, their might was overwhelming, routing the Tuo Wu forces completely.

Fight!

Even the Xuan Huang cultivators who had been watching joined the battle. They might not handle Quasi-Emperors, but dealing with the stragglers was more than manageable. It was a rare chance for a group brawl, so they fought with all their might.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The Tuo Wu clan suffered terribly, not just ordinarily so. Their emperor weapons were suppressed and powerless, while Xuan Huang's emperor weapons raged on, obliterating wave after wave.

The strong warriors of Da Chu had not yet emerged, only firing beams of immortal light from the void.

The scene was bloody and shocking, staining the sky and earth red.

"Is this the legendary Qian Li Song Ren Tou?" In the Tian Xu void, Di Mie sighed, as if he could peer through the endless void to see the battle in Dong Huang. It was incredibly bloody.

Tian Zhu stroked his beard, deeply agreeing with Di Mie's words.

One had to say, the Tuo Wu had delivered their heads quite spectacularly. Overconfident in their strength, they ventured deep into Xuan Huang alone—this was just asking for trouble. A good hand of cards had been played into utter ruin.

"She's here again." Di Mie shouted, pointing toward the mountains outside.

Hearing this, Tian Zhu shifted his gaze from Dong Huang to the mountains outside.

The "she" Di Mie mentioned was none other than the female Sacred Body.

Indeed, she had come again, still cloaked in black robes like a ghost, floating in the void outside the mountains. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, fixed on Tian Xu and the mysterious beings within.

In response, Tian Zhu and Di Mie were quite straightforward—one grabbed an emperor weapon and charged straight at the female Sacred Body. Having been beaten before, they had to get their revenge; they weren't ones to mess with.

To their surprise, the female Sacred Body simply retreated, turning and vanishing.

By the time Tian Zhu and Di Mie arrived, there was no trace of her.

Helpless, the two returned to Tian Xu, their expressions far from pleased. The female Sacred Body was overwhelmingly powerful, and it was clear she had her sights set on Tian Xu—this is not a good sign.

Retreat! Quick retreat!

In the Dong Huang direction, the Tuo Wu clan emperor was still roaring like a street rat, without a shred of imperial dignity left. This guy was incredibly lucky, having barely grazed the edge of the emperor dao immortal light and narrowly avoiding a fatal strike. If it had hit, he would have been blasted to dust.

Where do you think you're going?

Ye Chen pursued, unleashing a peerless sword strike that sent him flying.

The Tuo Wu emperor's eyes burned red. Seeing the Sacred Body form, he recognized Ye Chen instantly, furious to the point of gut-wrenching pain, but he dared not turn back to fight. He sacrificed a teleportation gate, fleeing for his life.

Ye Chen moved like a ghost, instantly chasing into the gate.

The gate's passage was a bizarre spectacle of light. The Tuo Wu emperor fled desperately, his body covered in bloody gashes, rapidly healing. The might of a Quasi-Emperor was still domineering, making the passage rumble.

No wonder he was the emperor of his clan—his escape speed was impressive, swift as a phantom, flashing like lightning, vanishing in an instant as he headed straight for the exit.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, dispelling his external Sacred Body form and pursuing relentlessly.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

One chased, the other fled, their momentum vast, nearly collapsing the passage.

If outsiders saw this scene, they would surely sigh in astonishment.

The mighty Tuo Wu clan emperor, a genuine Quasi-Emperor, was fleeing without daring to fight a Great Saint. It was truly ironic; his imperial dignity was completely gone.

Where do you think you're going?

Ye Chen stepped forward, shrinking the ground to an inch, closing in behind the Tuo Wu emperor and swinging his sword.

The Tuo Wu emperor abruptly turned, using a secret technique to dodge Ye Chen's strike.

However, while he evaded the dao sword, he couldn't escape the Eight Heavenly Dragons. With a divine dragon tail sweep, he was nearly crushed, even his powerful Tuo Wu physique struggling against the Eight Heavenly Dragons.

In that instant, Ye Chen closed in, his sword like a gale, thrusting straight for the Tuo Wu emperor's brow.

The Tuo Wu emperor gritted his teeth, a glow emerging from his brow to form a three-inch shield, guarding his origin soul. It was incredibly sturdy, blocking Ye Chen's gale strike.

Roar!

The Eight Heavenly Dragons roared, lunging again with another tail sweep.

This time, the Tuo Wu emperor escaped quickly, avoiding the divine dragon's tail. He channeled a secret technique in his palm, unleashing a sea of thunder that surged and instantly engulfed Ye Chen.

This sea of thunder was quite strange; upon contact, the Eight Heavenly Dragons dissolved into nothingness.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, surprised but not shocked. Though the Eight Heavenly Dragons were powerful, they had weaknesses, and many secret techniques in the world could counter them. He had experienced this before when fighting Kui Luo, and now, for a short time, he couldn't summon them again.

In mere moments, the Tuo Wu emperor had fled again.

Ye Chen didn't pursue. Instead, he swung his sword, striking the passage.

The teleportation gate collapsed instantly, blasting both him and the fleeing Tuo Wu emperor out. Then came the sound of splashing into water.

Indeed, both had fallen into the Xuan Huang Star Sea.

Waves surged wildly, with streaks of star rivers crisscrossing, shimmering brilliantly.

The two clashed in the Xuan Huang Star Sea. The Tuo Wu emperor, as a Quasi-Emperor, was unbound by the star sea, and Ye Chen, due to his Sacred Blood lineage, was also unaffected.

"It's all because of you." The Tuo Wu clan emperor bellowed, his face twisted in grotesque fury.

Ye Chen nearly laughed. He couldn't fathom how the Tuo Wu attack on Yao Chi related to him, so he stopped thinking about it. Fight it was—he responded with his most powerful attacks.

Puff! Puff!

Blood splattered—from the Tuo Wu emperor and from Ye Chen.

Clearly, Ye Chen held the absolute upper hand. As a Great Saint-level Sacred Body, he could slay a Quasi-Emperor without emperor weapons, provided the opponent wasn't at the peak Quasi-Emperor level.

Evidently, the Tuo Wu emperor wasn't.

Quasi-Emperor levels were like heavens apart; an eighth-heaven Quasi-Emperor, though one step from the peak, was in a completely different league in terms of combat power.

Ah!

The Tuo Wu emperor grew angrier with each clash. A Quasi-Emperor being dominated by a Great Saint—how could he accept it? Thus, he went berserk, activating all his forbidden techniques to slaughter Ye Chen.

Awkwardly, his opponent was the Ancient Sacred Body. Ye Chen had his own forbidden techniques too. Once activated, the Tuo Wu emperor was hammered relentlessly, nearly destroyed several times.

"In the future, I will kill you." The Tuo Wu emperor, disheveled and wild-eyed, sacrificed another teleportation gate.

"You dream well." Ye Chen scolded coldly, like a streak of light, chasing in again.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The gate's passage erupted in battle once more, unseen but for the rumbling sounds.

Not long after, two ragged figures tumbled out into the star sea again, fighting amid towering waves and radiant starlight, with blood spilling and dyeing the sea red.

"Did I see that right? The Ancient Sacred Body?" Pirates in the star sea were busily raiding when they spotted the scene, all stunned. Clearly, they knew nothing about the Yao Chi events.

"Fighting him is the Tuo Wu clan emperor?" More pirates gathered.

"What's going on? How did these two end up together?" The bandits scratched their heads, and even the cultivators they were raiding stared in confusion, forgetting to flee.

As they gawked, even louder rumbles came from the distant star sea.

Many Tuo Wu survivors had broken through the encirclement, fleeing in utter disarray into the Xuan Huang Star Sea. Since none were Quasi-Emperors, they piloted warships, fleeing for their lives.

Behind them, Xuan Huang's warships pursued relentlessly.

This was a naval battle on a massive scale, with waves crashing layer upon layer. The pirates were startled, hurriedly steering their ships to escape, still clueless about what had happened.

The naval battle raged fiercely, and the land battle was just as intense. The routed Tuo Wu clan fled across all of Xuan Huang, with more Xuan Huang cultivators joining in.

Thus, the flames of war spread across the Xuan Huang continent, drenching the sacred lands in blood.

On another front, in the Xuan Huang Star Sea, Ye Chen and the Tuo Wu emperor had vanished.

This was all thanks to the Tuo Wu emperor's exceptional escape skills. Though weak in combat, he was a master at fleeing, constantly using teleportation gates—one after another, with Ye Chen smashing over a hundred. The two fought from the Xuan Huang Star Sea all the way to the vast starry sky.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Another trail of destruction, their battlefield enormous, pulverizing stars in their path. More cultivators were drawn in, all wearing expressions of shock.

"You all, if not now, when?" From an unknown dead star field, the staggering Tuo Wu emperor roared as he fled, using emperor dao secret techniques to transmit his voice, audible only to the Hong Huang. He hoped the Hong Huang clans would unite again, seize Xuan Huang, and then conquer the heavens together.

However, his roars received no response.

The Tuo Wu emperor was furious enough to spit blood. If Xuan Huang could unite, why couldn't Hong Huang? They watched the Tuo Wu being surrounded without sending a single reinforcement.

In response, the Hong Huang clans simply said two words: deserved it.

Deserved it—the Tuo Wu clan truly deserved it. Once their tribulation figure returned, they ignored the tribulation figures of other clans and their warnings, recklessly igniting war and trying to use it to disrupt others' tribulation figures. As long as it wasn't their own, they didn't care.

Now, with the Tuo Wu clan isolated and besieged in Xuan Huang, they wanted aid? No such luck. Disregarding our clan's tribulation figures' lives, why should we help you Tuo Wu? Not stabbing you in the back is already generous. Aiding you? The Tuo Wu clan is so mighty—fight Xuan Huang alone!

Ah!

The Tuo Wu emperor's roar carried anger and despair.

"Have a good journey."

Ye Chen arrived, his palm covering the sky and obliterating the Tuo Wu emperor's body. Even his origin soul was suppressed by the Chaos Cauldron, ground inch by inch until it scattered into nothingness.

Only then did the starry sky fall silent.

Ye Chen steadied himself, popping a pill into his mouth to restore his vital energy. Defeating the Tuo Wu emperor was easy; killing him was hard. Even he had sustained serious injuries.

Blame it on the Tuo Wu emperor's skill at running—from Dong Huang to the Xuan Huang Star Sea, then to the vast starry sky—he was no ordinary foe to kill.

Ye Chen collected the Tuo Wu emperor's treasures and turned to head to other battlefields.

But as he turned, he saw a figure—a woman cloaked in black robes, stepping through the ethereal void with graceful lotus steps, approaching him one step at a time.

Ye Chen froze, his expression one of shock. Wasn't that the female Sacred Body? She was smiling at him, but her smile was eerily strange, sending chills down his spine.