Chapter 2195: Demonic Sky Blood Sacrifice

Chapter 2195: Mo Tian Xue Ji

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Under the watchful eyes of all, the Qing Tian Mo Zhu buzzed once more, its aura of annihilation spreading even wider than before, crushing the surrounding heavens and earth. Even the supreme emperor weapons suspended in the virtual sky trembled violently, unable to endure the immense fluctuations, forcing the cultivators of the various heavens to retreat en masse.

One could see cracks appearing on the Mo Zhu, with demonic energy spilling from each fissure and emperor's might bursting forth, piercing holes in the void.

Through those cracks, people caught glimpses of hazy scenes: a war god battling a demon god in a cataclysmic clash that shattered the heavens and split the earth. Merely witnessing it made one's heart quiver, and even a peak quasi-emperor entering would be instantly reduced to ash.

The faces of the various heavens' cultivators turned pale, struggling to imagine the opponent Ye Chen faced. Though they didn't know how he possessed the power to fight an emperor, they understood that the domain emperor of the heavenly demons was extraordinarily terrifying, especially with the Zhuxian Jian aiding him, repeatedly striking Ye Chen down.

"Come out quickly!"

The quasi-emperors looked grim, calling out repeatedly in an attempt to summon Ye Chen from the Mo Zhu.

Unfortunately, Ye Chen was fated not to hear them.

Inside the Mo Zhu world, the battle was nothing short of world-ending. Ye Chen gripped the Xianwu Emperor Sword, standing in the chaotic great realm, bathed in chaotic immortal light and manifesting chaotic Dao laws. Each strike he made was an unparalleled assault.

He was covered in fresh blood, his body riddled with countless gashes, each wound encircled by multicolored ethereal light that dissolved his emperor Dao essence. Combined with the backlash from crossing reincarnation, his combat power was extremely unstable.

It wasn't that he didn't want to leave; he couldn't. As one who had crossed reincarnation, his was an emperor Dao body, which would disrupt the balance of the three realms. The severe consequences were all too clear to him, having once been an emperor. To exit, he would have to dispel the crossing of reincarnation, meaning he could only leave as Ye Chen himself.

Opposite him, Mo Tian Di clutched the Zhuxian Jian, grinding his teeth in rage with a ferocious expression. He too backed a great realm, an expanse of chaotic demonic land where mountains of corpses and rivers of blood could vaguely be seen, stars crumbling and suns collapsing in displays of destruction.

In form, he was even more battered than Ye Chen. Despite his power from crossing life and death and the aid of the Zhuxian Jian, he still struggled against Ye Chen, bleeding profusely into the void more than once.

He had been driven to mad fury. As a heavenly emperor's remnant soul, transcending all Daos and bolstered by the Zhuxian Jian, he couldn't defeat a reincarnated emperor suffering backlash, and was repeatedly severely wounded. The pride of a heavenly emperor and the glory of his status had become the most tragic joke.

Buzz! Buzz!

The Zhuxian Jian seemed to sense his rage, radiating brilliant multicolored immortal light that dyed Mo Tian Di's body with colorful demonic glow, boosting his combat power once more.

Buzz! Buzz!

In response, the Xianwu Emperor Sword also hummed, its dazzling golden light piercingly bright. After nine thousand years, it was back in its master's hand, reviving its ancient battle intent, just as in the past when it accompanied its owner to conquer the world, ready to sweep through the eight directions again.

"Kill!"

The enraged Mo Tian Di roared, surging with overwhelming demonic energy as he charged, his sword collapsing the very cosmos.

Ye Chen said nothing, his sword shattering yin and yang, severing the chaotic immortal river.

As their swords collided, both the Xianwu Emperor Sword in his hand and the Zhuxian Jian in Mo Tian Di's were shaken away.

Yet the battle did not pause. The Xianwu Emperor Sword let out a resonant cry, like a streak of scorching immortal light cutting through the dark sky, rushing straight for the Zhuxian Jian.

Bang! Bang!

The two swords clashed in the ethereal void, as if they were two warriors themselves, each collision weaving apocalyptic flames.

"Kill!"

Mo Tian Di bellowed, striding across a sea of blood to attack.

Ye Chen showed no fear, manifesting a reincarnation mark on his brow and unleashing reincarnation immortal arts, engaging Mo Tian Di on the supreme heavenly path, a battlefield reserved for emperors.

The fight resumed: man against man, sword against sword.

Blood sprayed everywhere, adding a crimson hue to the dark world. Mo Tian Di bathed in Ye Chen's blood, and Ye Chen in Mo Tian Di's, an emperor-versus-emperor war and a Dao-versus-Dao assault that threw the cosmos into chaos, rendering laws illusory.

Bang! Boom! Bang!

The destructive sounds made the Mo Zhu shake violently, with more cracks etching into it, as if it might shatter at any moment.

The quasi-emperors tensed, each activating their emperor weapons to their peak power, shielding the various heavens' cultivators while targeting the Qing Tian Mo Zhu. Ye Chen could emerge at any time, and they would assist in battle immediately. Even a heavenly demon's emperor would suffer greatly from a thunderous emperor weapon strike.

But after waiting endlessly, with the Mo Zhu on the verge of disintegration, Ye Chen still didn't appear, and the battle fluctuations grew even fiercer.

"This is bad!" Qing Long Huang furrowed his brow, his sense of foreboding intensifying with each primordial wave, though his confidence in Ye Chen depended on the situation.

The other quasi-emperors' expressions were equally grave.

It was truly awkward—with so many peak quasi-emperors present and numerous supreme emperor weapons arrayed—yet they couldn't break through, unaware of the internal battle's state or whether Ye Chen held the upper hand or was suppressed. They could only wait outside, an unpleasant feeling indeed.

The world should understand that a battle of this level was beyond their involvement.

Like the vast ocean of people, only the female sacred body could clearly see the great battle within the Qing Tian Mo Zhu, recognizing it as not Ye Chen himself, but his first life's self fighting the heavenly emperor's remnant soul. The conflict was brutally intense.

"Mo Tian Xue Ji!"

Suddenly, a roar echoed from within the Mo Zhu.

It was Mo Tian Di, activating a forbidden art and sacrificing his remnant soul's power, causing his emperor Dao strength to surge. He transformed into his true form, massive as a mountain, covered in scales—three parts like Taotie, two parts like Qiong Qi, one part like Tao Wu, and four parts like Jin Nao. It was impossible to identify the exact beast, but its eyes were as large as wine vats, murky and chaotic, its maw wide enough to devour the entire world.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, unleashing his sacred body form with the external hegemonic body.

This hegemonic body differed slightly from before, now clad in armor formed from chaotic Dao, standing ten thousand zhang tall like a colossal golden figure piercing the heavens, surrounded by chaotic immortal light and resounding with Dao heavenly sounds that intertwined with its principles. Every movement exuded destructive omens.

"Kill!"

Mo Tian Di lunged, his chaotic eyes blasting heavenly demonic light.

Ye Chen struck back, merging all Daos into one, his palm shattering Mo Tian Di's body. Before Mo Tian Di could steady himself, Ye Chen closed in again, a finger of emperor light piercing a bloody hole in his skull, spewing dark blood that formed rivers.

"Ah!"

Mo Tian Di roared in fury, spitting out a demonic seal that pressed down from above.

Ye Chen didn't even glance at it; his internal Dao laws thundered, shattering the seal, and with a flip of his hand, he slammed Mo Tian Di staggering, unable to stand firm.

The scene was bloody, Ye Chen's attacks even more so. The ten-thousand-zhang golden figure pinned Mo Tian Di to the ground, one hand gripping his neck and the other pummeling him with fists, each blow sending blood and bone flying—enough to instantly crush a quasi-emperor.

"What a temper." Ming Di couldn't help but click his tongue, vaguely seeing the scene through the Mo Zhu's cracks. Pinning a heavenly demon emperor's remnant soul and beating him senseless was outrageously defiant.

Di Huang's eyes gleamed brightly. Even with Ye Chen's first life suffering reincarnation backlash and his emperor Dao power greatly diminished, he was still this ferocious. At his peak, a single slap could turn an ordinary heavenly demon emperor into pulp.

In that moment, Di Huang grew curious about Ye Chen's first life's cultivation—was he a peak realm great emperor? Even against him, it would likely be no contest. The great emperors of the various heavens were not like those of the heavenly demons; each was an unparalleled tyrant.

As for Mo Tian Di, he was utterly embarrassed, unable to rise since being pinned, his every attempt feeble. As a heavenly emperor's remnant soul with a domineering true form, he was being scattered punch by punch by Ye Chen.

This scene felt familiar.

In a certain era of antiquity, Mo Tian Di's true self had been suppressed and beaten like this by Ye Chen's first life.

A heavenly emperor transcending all Daos, yet hammered to doubt his existence.

There were moments back then when Mo Tian Di's true self even thought he was merely a great emperor, and Ye Chen's first life the true heavenly emperor—a full realm's suppression, leaving him utterly disoriented.

Zheng!

Seeing Mo Tian Di being pummeled, the Zhuxian Jian hummed, intent on rushing to his aid.

The Xianwu Emperor Sword wouldn't allow it, blocking it firmly in the void. As an extraordinary emperor sword with high intelligence, it was even more frenzied than its master, attacking relentlessly and once flipping the Zhuxian Jian repeatedly, greatly boosting its master's morale.

Witnessing its prowess, Ye Chen's Chaos Cauldron also charged out.

Following it, the Ling Xiao Iron Rod, the damaged emperor sword, and even the white jade dragon chair joined the fight. The four moved in perfect harmony, surrounding the Zhuxian Jian from all sides in a precise group assault formation, their fury unknown but each more ferocious than the last.

Especially the Chaos Cauldron, the slickest of them all. Though the weakest, it was the most cunning, embodying its master's style. Knowing its level was insufficient, it avoided the front lines and specialized in ambushes.

Every time the Zhuxian Jian was suppressed, it would strike from nowhere, its massive cauldron body slamming down before darting away, only to return and strike again. It had mastered its master's hit-and-run tactics to perfection.

Mo Tian Di was in misery, and the Zhuxian Jian even more so. Its brilliant multicolored immortal light was extinguished time and again, a sign of injury. Though powerful, it couldn't withstand the four-way assault.

Still, it was incredibly resilient, leaving sword marks on the Chaos Cauldron, Xianwu Emperor Sword, Ling Xiao Iron Rod, and white jade dragon chair.

But that didn't stop their onslaught; they continued pressing the Zhuxian Jian.

Ming Di watched in astonishment again. As a great emperor, he knew the Zhuxian Jian's terror—it could slay great emperors at its peak—yet here it was being thrashed by these underlings. If its master knew, who could guess his expression?

While Ming Di observed the Zhuxian Jian, Di Huang watched Ye Chen.

Mo Tian Di had reverted from his true form to human shape, though it was no longer recognizable. His once majestic chaotic eyes had been gouged into bloody sockets by Ye Chen.

Di Huang took a deep breath, his expression profound.

It was fortunate Ye Chen's first life disdained underhanded tricks; with such power, he would fight even more wildly, not stopping until every piece was dismantled.