Chapter 2217: Let You Hit My Wife

“Good,” Ji Ningshuang said, tears streaming down her face as a breathtakingly beautiful smile bloomed.

Her voice was hoarse, as if she had inhaled smoke, but it was full of a wife’s gentle affection. For her, three years felt like three great cycles of reincarnation. Seeing him again brought tears to her eyes.

A gentle breeze blew, and she finally stepped back from the battlefield.

Although only fifty percent of her combat strength remained, she still had confidence in defeating Han Jiang. However, she preferred to be a spectator and was accustomed to watching her husband conquer all directions. He was the father of her child and her sky; with him, the world was bright.

As soon as she steadied herself, the other women gathered around, channeling their true yuan into her and crushing spirit pills to heal her wounds.

Their eyes were moist, clearly unwilling to look away from that figure, afraid that a moment’s distraction would turn him back into a memory.

“Dad, you can do it.”

Ye Ling cupped her hands around her mouth, amplifying her voice, shouting with all her might. She was a tearful mess, not just from joy but also from sorrow, because her father carried too much hardship on his back. Though only three years had passed, it felt like a thousand ages.

“Father-in-law, you can do it.”

Tang San Shao’s voice was even louder than Ye Ling’s. The little black fatty always chimed in at critical moments like this.

Immediately afterward, he was lying on the ground, apparently knocked out by someone’s slap.

If you want to steal the sacred body family’s precious cabbage, you’d better be tough. We’ll train you first, so you don’t get killed in some thief’s den later.

“Brother-in-law, you can do it.”

The fairies of Yao Chi had the clearest voices, and they called him “brother-in-law” so sweetly that it drew many people towards Yao Chi, hoping to bring back one or two fairies and become a brother-in-law themselves.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ye Chen pulled out the Lingxiao Iron Stick.

“I heard you hit my wife just now?”

Ye Chen lowered his head and blew on the iron stick.

Then, he wiped it with his sleeve, making sure it shone brightly, because he was going to use it to beat a dog until it bled.

I will kill you!

Han Jiang shattered the Lingxiao with one step and charged straight at Ye Chen, unleashing an emperor dao immortal technique. He thrust a finger through heaven and earth, aiming for Ye Chen’s brow, a fatal strike targeting his yuan shen true form.

You?

Ye Chen snorted coldly and advanced instead of retreating, neither dodging nor defending. He allowed Han Jiang’s finger to pierce his brow, but it couldn’t harm his yuan shen. The shengti shen cang shen long shield wasn’t just for show.

Back then, even a primordial emperor dao dharma body couldn’t break the shen long shield, let alone Han Jiang, whose cultivation was far inferior.

After taking Han Jiang’s finger strike, Ye Chen struck back without hesitation, swinging his stick and sending Han Jiang flying.

Pfft!

Even Han Jiang’s powerful divine body was shattered by that blow.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

What followed was an extremely bloody scene.

From the moment he took Ye Chen’s stick, Han Jiang never stood steady again. He was hit stick after stick, from the eastern sky to the western void. Each strike was brutal and bloody, nearly beating the mighty Han Jiang to utter destruction.

It was only thanks to his deep foundation that he survived; any ordinary great saint would have been finished with one stick.

“Let you hit my wife, let you hit my wife.”

Ye Chen’s roars echoed through the heavens as he smashed wildly at Han Jiang.

That’s why he was the shengti—unmatched in attack, without any restraint.

In this, he was far more straightforward than Ji Ningshuang. He used no secret techniques, just the iron stick, with each strike stronger than the last, dominating to the point of shocking everyone.

Ah!

Han Jiang roared. Every time he tried to counterattack, Ye Chen’s stick smashed him back. His so-called secret techniques and emperor dao divine powers became laughable in front of Ye Chen, as he was suppressed and beaten relentlessly, unable even to lift his head. The splattering blood, mixed with fragments of bone, filled the sky and turned to flying ash as it fell.

“As fierce as ever!” The older generations of the heavens couldn’t help but grin.

“Even stronger than three years ago.” A sheng zun stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming, as if he could see through Ye Chen’s surface to a deeper level, sensing a mysterious power that flickered in and out, profoundly enigmatic.

“Losing half his origin and still fighting like this.” The son of the plane sighed, unable to imagine how terrifying Ye Chen would be with his origin intact.

“Now, he’s different from back then.” Shen Jiang Tian Jiu spoke slowly, his gaze deep.

He still suspected Ye Chen’s identity.

That day, the Xianwu Emperor Sword flew into the spirit domain without being summoned and charged into the Qingtian Magic Pillar to aid Ye Chen in battle—that memory was fresh in his mind. Add to that Ye Chen’s identical appearance to the emperor zun, and it was hard to believe they were unrelated.

However, after careful scrutiny, he found no clues.

In short, aside from Ye Chen’s face and his shameless demeanor, there was nothing connecting him to the emperor zun.

“Reincarnation.” Donghuang Tai Xin murmured softly, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly, as if she detected a terrifying law from Ye Chen. That law not only compensated for his damaged origin but also enhanced the chaos dao principles, mysterious and dreadful.

“This is the first time I’ve seen Han Jiang beaten so miserably.” Tian Shuo clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“A young emperor-level figure, true to form.”

“I wonder how he’d fare against Lu Tian.” Chen Yi said lightly.

At the mention of Lu Tian, all the emperor-level figures showed signs of wariness. He was the top-ranked in combat among the primordial emperor sons, and no one knew just how powerful he was. That emperor son rarely appeared, and in the primordial era, he had never known defeat, much like Ye Chen’s invincible path.

If not for Lu Tian’s father being a great emperor, subjecting him to heavy emperor dao suppression, he might have defied the heavens and become an emperor.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

In the void, Han Jiang continued his rout, his body drenched in blood and bones.

The people of the heavens were exhilarated, but the primordial race members looked grim and sinister.

Especially the Han Jiang clan—it was their emperor son, ranked second in combat among the primordial emperor sons. First, he was thoroughly beaten by the Yao Chi Immortal Body, and now he was wildly smashed by the Huanggu Shengti. Each strike not only hit Han Jiang but also shamed their clan and the ancient Han Jiang Great Emperor. It was a humiliation of epic proportions.

“Ye Chen is unbeatable in the world, beating Han Jiang like a dog.”

The talents of the heavens had already started cursing, from all directions, their voices booming and shaking heaven and earth. They had been holding it in for so long, just waiting for this historic moment.

The primordial side wouldn’t stand for it and cursed back.

Before coming, they had coordinated among themselves. Those with loud voices had gathered in advance, and for such occasions, they were always ready for a cursing battle. This time, they were well-prepared.

Due to the absolute numerical disadvantage, the heavens’ curses were once suppressed.

However, the heavens’ talents were resilient and full of fighting spirit. They poured everything into their curses, shaking their own yuan shen, and managed to turn the tide, leaving the primordial side breathless.

With the younger generation performing so well, the older generations of the heavens felt quite gratified. They might not excel in fighting, but in cursing battles, each could hold their own against a hundred, upholding the heavens’ dignity perfectly.

While the primordial side’s cursing turned to defeat, Han Jiang’s situation showed no change—he was still being hammered by Ye Chen, stick after stick, until he doubted his own existence, without even a chance to fight back.

“That iron stick in Seventh Brother’s hand—I really like it.” The Little Yuan Emperor scratched his monkey fur, his eyes shining as he watched. As a monkey, he naturally loved a good straight stick.

“It’s not an emperor weapon, so how is it so ferocious?” The Sheng Yuan Emperor, who also used a stick, couldn’t help but stroke his chin, curious about Ye Chen’s Lingxiao Iron Stick.

“It’s made of some kind of immortal iron, though I can’t tell the exact material.” The Qilin Emperor pondered.

“Hey, Old Di, that iron stick in Ye Chen’s hand—why does it look so familiar?” In a corner of the crowd, Tian Zhu stroked his beard, staring at Ye Chen’s Lingxiao Iron Stick.

“Don’t say, it really does.” Di Mie had his hands behind his back, peering through the void repeatedly.

A few seconds later, the two withdrew their gazes and glanced at each other sideways.