Chapter 2162: Emperor vs. North Saint

Boom!

Bei Sheng shattered the void with a single step, swinging the Can Po Di Jian to cleave the heavens and destroy the earth.

Ye Chen moved like a soaring flood dragon, racing through the nine heavens. He spread his five fingers wide, forming a golden palm like a massive mountain, slamming down from the sky toward Bei Sheng. It shattered the firmament and crushed peak after peak.

Bei Sheng gave a faint, eerie laugh, gently waving her jade-like hand. With just one sword strike, she effortlessly sliced through Ye Chen's palm print. A third eye opened on her forehead, from which a pitch-black demonic sword shot out, aimed straight at the primordial spirit and true form.

Ye Chen paid it no mind, blocking it head-on with the Shenlong Shield.

In a flash of lightning and sparks, the eighty-one arrays of the Di Dao Fuxi burst forth, each one linking together to seal off the heavens and earth. Bei Sheng, who had just charged in, was immediately trapped within the formation.

Bei Sheng's lips curved into a slight smile, her eyes full of savage cruelty. She unleashed her demonic outer form—a hundred-zhang-tall shadowy figure in the shape of a woman, ethereal like herself. Her blood-red hair whipped about, mirroring Ye Chen's Ba Ti form exactly. Empowered by the divine might of the emperor sword, she forcefully shattered the Fuxi array.

As the array broke, Ye Chen grunted and staggered back, blood trickling from his mouth.

He had underestimated Bei Sheng. Though she had transformed into a Tianmo, her foundation remained intact and even stronger than before. What made her truly troublesome wasn't her own power, but the damaged emperor artifact. With its enhancement, her combat strength now surpassed his, and even a peak Zhun Di would struggle against her.

In an instant, Bei Sheng crossed the heavens, her massive demonic outer form swinging a hand to strike.

Ye Chen soared into the nine heavens, also activating his Ba Ti. He unified his nine fists into the Eight Wastelands strike, clashing head-on with her.

Boom!

Their fist and palm collided, fracturing the vast sky inch by inch. A halo of annihilation spread out, devastating everything in its path and slicing majestic mountain peaks in half.

Glancing at both sides, Ye Chen's fist was stained with blood, his Ba Ti outer form on the verge of exploding.

In contrast, the young woman Bei Sheng stood firm, unmoved. Her hand, shrouded in demonic light, was etched with dark demonic patterns intertwined with emperor aura—cold, desolate, and brimming with destructive force.

Ye Chen steadied himself, forging armor from immortal fire and fusing a dao sword with heavenly thunder. The nine Zhun Di artifacts within him trembled, boosting his combat power. He expanded the Chaos Realm, activating countless prohibitions. His golden sacred body shone like a blazing sun, its domineering pressure enveloping the heavens and earth.

Bei Sheng attacked again, her terrifying demonic outer form causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crumble with every strike.

Ye Chen met her head-on, summoning the Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragons to circle him. The dragons' tails whipped with overwhelming dominance, even shattering Bei Sheng's demonic outer form in a thunderous blast.

Bei Sheng stumbled back, step by step, but instead of anger, she laughed with a demonic madness.

Ye Chen advanced, his expression coldly indifferent.

Now, another figure appeared at his side—it was the Saint Zhan Fashen, with combat power equal to his true self. One on the left and one on the right, they struck with a fist and a palm, both infused with Chaos Dao principles, unleashing Chaos light. The two Chaos Realms merged, shaking the nine heavens and forcing Bei Sheng to stagger.

"Di Dao Fuxi." Ye Chen snorted coldly, summoning another eighty-one arrays that descended from the sky.

"Taixu Dragon Prohibition." The Saint Zhan Fashen also manifested his dao technique.

Bei Sheng was even more domineering. The damaged emperor sword hummed, with emperor dao laws dancing wildly, splitting heaven and earth, and shattering the yin and yang. Whether it was Ye Chen's Di Dao Fuxi or the Fashen's Taixu Dragon Prohibition, both were rendered illusory and fragile under that single sword—pathetically weak.

"Boss, this woman is quite fierce!" The Saint Zhan Fashen coughed up blood.

Ye Chen said nothing, his mouth also spilling blood from the shock. What was fierce wasn't Bei Sheng herself, but the damaged emperor artifact. In its presence, so-called Zhun Di artifacts were far from sufficient. The current Bei Sheng had the power to slay a peak Zhun Di, while he absolutely could not.

A bloody wind brushed by as Bei Sheng instantly closed in, unleashing a deadly killing technique.

Ye Chen and his Fashen moved in unison, attacking from both sides with perfect coordination.

Bang! Boom! Bang!

Thunderous roars echoed as the endless mountain range suffered greatly. Peaks collapsed one after another from their battle, with rubble flying amid splatters of fresh blood—mostly from Ye Chen and his Fashen.

Onlookers outside the mountains retreated, their faces pale with fear of being caught in the crossfire. Though they were three great saints, they were fighting with the might of Zhun Di, two monstrous freaks too terrifying to behold.

"Ancestor, that demonic girl." Many people turned to the white-robed elder.

"If I'm not mistaken, she should be Bei Sheng from the Xuan Huang realm." The elder pondered.

"Why on earth did she turn into a Tianmo?"

"With a damaged emperor artifact boosting her, the sacred body is likely no match." Worried murmurs rose from all sides. This battle had been unfair from the start; Ye Chen would lose because of the emperor artifact.

Among the crowd, Situ Kang's gaze was the most resolute.

As a native of Da Chu, he had unshakeable confidence in the Huang Zhe. It was a belief etched into his soul—that one who could slay great emperors, Da Chu's tenth Huang Zhe, could not be defeated.

Bang! Boom! Bang!

Amid the discussions, the battle's fluctuations grew even more intense. The once-vast mountain range had been reduced to flat ground by their fight, with numerous terrifying visions intertwining and filling the sky.

Ye Chen was in bad shape, his body covered in flowing blood.

His Fashen was even worse, with exposed blood and bone in several places. It wasn't that they were incompetent; their opponent was just too overpowering. That single damaged emperor artifact made all the difference, leaving them feeling helplessly frustrated.

Bei Sheng, on the other hand, was in much better condition. Demonic light swirled around her, and demonic energy rampaged. Not only was she boosted by the damaged emperor artifact, but a mysterious force within her—an ancient and dreadful power from the accursed Tianmo origin—provided endless energy, as if it would never run out.

After hundreds of rounds, even Ye Chen was running low on vital energy, and his Fashen was depleted of divine power. But Bei Sheng? Her energy not only didn't wane but grew more vigorous with each exchange.

"Boss, there's some mysterious force aiding her in secret." The Fashen sent a mental message.

"I see it." Ye Chen replied calmly, his divine eyes narrowing slightly. The Fashen could tell, so how could he, as the true self, not? It was the power from the Tianmo origin sustaining Bei Sheng for prolonged battle. If they kept this up, they would either be beaten to death or worn down to nothing.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In a brief pause, Bei Sheng attacked again, her smile mocking and playful. Though she was small and her steps light, each one was incredibly heavy, making the heavens and earth tremble. She even licked her lips, her violent and bloodthirsty eyes gleaming with greed. The killing sword in her hand dripped with golden blood—all from Ye Chen and his Fashen—reeking of murderous energy.

"Boss, snatch her emperor artifact!" The Fashen roared hoarsely, launching an assault in an instant.

Bei Sheng let out an eerie laugh, slashing out a river of immortals with her sword, aimed at the Saint Zhan Fashen.

Ye Chen shouted softly, sealing Bei Sheng from across the void with a prohibition secret technique.

In that brief moment, it was enough for the Fashen to dodge her fatal sword. The clever Fashen lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Bei Sheng and using every ounce of strength he had.

In the next instant, Ye Chen arrived, severing Bei Sheng's jade arm with a sword. The arm holding the damaged emperor artifact fell from the void, and without it, Bei Sheng's aura plummeted dramatically.

What followed was a tremendous boom.

Pfft!

Ye Chen spat blood and was flung back, for his Fashen had self-destructed.

Pfft!

Bei Sheng also vomited blood. The Fashen, who had embraced her, exploded, with all the force directed at her, blasting her flying farther than Ye Chen.

Everything happened in a flash. The Fashen's dissipation was not in vain—it not only severely wounded Bei Sheng but also seized her damaged emperor artifact.

Bang!

In the eastern void, Ye Chen halted his momentum, then waved his hand to summon another Di Dao Fuxi array. This time, it wasn't sealing Bei Sheng but her severed arm—more precisely, the arm gripping the damaged emperor artifact. He had chopped it off before it hit the ground and trapped it mid-air with the array to prevent it from returning to her.

Sure enough, Bei Sheng was summoning it.

The damaged emperor artifact buzzed, desperately trying to break through the Di Dao Fuxi array and rampaging within.

Buzz!

The Chaos Cauldron flew out, hovering above the array. The escape armor characters on it emerged one by one, accompanied by the sounds of the great dao, arranging themselves to stabilize the Di Dao Fuxi.

For the first time, a hint of ferocity twisted Bei Sheng's face.

She looked utterly terrifying now, with disheveled hair and eyes that should have been pure but were now pitch-black and ominous, brimming with demonic power. Just a glance made one feel their mind being swallowed.

Like a ghost, she charged straight for the Di Dao Fuxi array, intent on breaking it to reclaim the damaged emperor artifact.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, refusing to let her succeed. He shifted in a single step, blocking her path, and unleashed the Eight Wastelands with nine strikes unified, blasting through the vast sky with unmatched ferocity.

Pfft!

Bei Sheng coughed up blood. Without the damaged emperor artifact, she was no match for Ye Chen. Before she could even stop, he was upon her again, his palm shadowing the sky and forcing her to stagger.

"Kill!"

This roar came from Bei Sheng's mouth, but it wasn't her own voice—it originated from the Tianmo origin. Demonic energy surged through her entire body, providing a terrifying surge of power that somehow withstood Ye Chen's palm. Even Ye Chen, powerful as he was, was shaken back step by step.

Ye Chen refused to believe it. He steadied himself and attacked again. He had initially thought to show mercy, but seeing how resilient Bei Sheng was, he held nothing back and struck with lethal intent.

The dedicated Da Chu Huang Zhe unleashed his full might, closing in on Bei Sheng.

To be approached by the Huang Gu Sacred Body was a nightmare.

And that nightmare meant you wouldn't even get a chance to fight back.

That was exactly the case. Without the damaged emperor artifact, Bei Sheng was completely suppressed, beaten relentlessly. The scene was gruesome, with dark blood staining the sky as she struggled against the sacred body's assault.

This sight made Situ Kang and the others feel strangely uneasy.

Imagine the domineering Huang Gu Sacred Body pummeling a young woman—it was quite a spectacle. Thankfully, the Jiu Li clan's people weren't there, or they would have been furious.

It was fortunate that Bei Sheng had become a Tianmo and lost her human consciousness. If she were still sane, who knows how heartbroken she would be. Was it right to beat a young woman like this?

It was appropriate—that would be Ye Chen's answer.

If it were the real Bei Sheng, he wouldn't fight this way, but since she was a Tianmo, it was different. If he didn't beat her into submission, she wouldn't behave and would keep trying to slaughter living beings.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

More earth-shattering roars rang out, like a beautiful symphony.

Under the watchful eyes of the world, Da Chu's tenth Huang Zhe hammered Bei Sheng from the northern heavens all the way to the southern border wilderness. Her path was marked by the blood of the Tianmo Bei Sheng.

With absolute combat suppression, Bei Sheng had no power to resist.

As the roars faded, the battle came to an end.

Bei Sheng was defeated, sealed with over a thousand layers of seals and suspended in mid-air, unable to move. She tried to break free but lacked the strength, only glaring at Ye Chen with eyes full of savagery and resentment—a resentment from the Tianmo.

Ye Chen stood silently, saying nothing.

He wouldn't kill Bei Sheng. The one causing slaughter was the damned Tianmo, and it was the true culprit. Counting it up, everyone—including Bei Sheng and himself—was a victim.

"Return my child!" Shouts of vengeance erupted as countless people gripped their killing swords and rushed toward them. They were relatives of those Bei Sheng had slaughtered, coming for retribution, a dark mass of fury.

"She is not Bei Sheng; she is a Tianmo." Ye Chen said calmly.

"Murder demands life in return—it's the natural order." Furious voices echoed from all sides, filled with grief. Their faces were streaked with bloody tears, their eyes consumed by hatred.

"In time, I will give you all an explanation." Ye Chen waved his hand, drawing Bei Sheng into the Chaos Cauldron. As he said, she was also a victim and couldn't be killed.

Without waiting for their response, he vanished in an instant. As for that explanation, he would provide it, but not now—at least, not until he found the source of the Tianmo origin.