Chapter 2219: 悟道 during Battle

"Don't just stand there, attack!"

"While he's healing, go up and smash him with a club. That'll end everything."

"What's the point of talking about fairness and righteousness with the Honghuang Clan?"

People from the various heavens were jumping around in anxiety, deeply puzzled by Ye Chen's actions. He clearly had an absolute advantage, so why give the opponent a chance to catch their breath? Wasn't that just creating trouble for himself?

As the saying goes, those with narrow perspectives are everywhere, unable to see Ye Chen's true intentions. If they couldn't see it, then they'd just remain confused.

Only those who truly understood Ye Chen would know the real reason.

As for the Honghuang Clan, they certainly couldn't see it either.

The only blame was Ye Chen's Oscar-level acting skills, which were too masterful. Even the people from the various heavens were fooled, let alone him.

"Such arrogance will lead to a miserable death." The people of the Hanjiang Clan all wore sinister smiles, believing that once their Hanjiang Dizi recovered to his peak, he would turn the tables. After all, their emperor's son still had many trump cards left unused.

Hanjiang Dizi thought the same way. His smile was both ferocious and sly, confidently assuming that Ye Chen was being too arrogant and underestimating him. Underestimating him came with severe consequences.

On the opposite side, Ye Chen still stood there casually, looking relaxed and unflappable, as if nothing had happened.

Unfortunately, people only saw the surface and not the depths.

At that moment, he was indeed in the midst of enlightenment, using this limited time to sense the Dao. And that Dao was reincarnation. In that instant, he had caught a trace of it. Such a moment was more precious than any emperor's immortal techniques; it could lead to a heaven-defying transformation.

If not for valuing this opportunity, he wouldn't have given Hanjiang time to recover. He would have charged in and started smashing away long ago. Talking about fairness with me? There's no such thing in the world.

History, as they say, is written by the victors. A thousand years from now, people will only remember that the Saint Body slew the Hanjiang Dizi. As for the process, who would care?

How pitiful that Hanjiang Dizi was still feeling self-satisfied, thinking it was his goading that had won him time.

Little did he know, he was just deluding himself. In simple terms, he was entertaining his own fantasies.

In this regard, his intelligence fell far short of Ye Chen's.

When it came to smarts, Young Master Ye could outpace him by ten streets.

And so, what should have been an earth-shattering battle turned out quieter than imagined.

On one side, the self-satisfied Hanjiang Dizi frantically swallowed pills, restoring his depleted true essence. The wounds all over his body had already vanished, and within this defined time, he was gradually approaching his peak state. Once fully recovered, he would deliver a big surprise to Ye Chen.

On the other side, Ye Chen was also at ease, standing gracefully with the Lingxiao Tieshen on his shoulder, smiling without a word. Compared to before, he was slightly different now. Though he stood right there, he seemed to be perched at the pinnacle of the Dao, both visible and unattainable, even more distant than a dream.

"Mom, what’s Dad doing?" Ye Ling asked the women.

"Enlightenment." The women smiled. No wonder they were Ye Chen's wives—they knew their husband well. Gaining enlightenment in the midst of battle wasn't the first time for Ye Chen. The more urgent the situation, the greater the chance for a heaven-defying rebirth.

Ye Ling blinked her big eyes and instantly understood, realizing she had underestimated her dad.

Boom!

Under the watchful eyes of all, a thunderous boom echoed.

It came from Hanjiang, where a brilliant light shot straight from his crown into the sky, piercing a massive hole in the firmament.

After consuming numerous pills and using various healing secret techniques, he had returned to his peak. His divine body shone like a blazing sun, accompanied by many manifesting visions.

If you listened carefully, you could hear the sounds of the Dao resonating within him, with visible strands of laws coiling around his body, flickering in and out. And especially his eyes, gleaming with silver radiance, concealed a savage fury and embodied the essence of the Dao, making it hard for anyone to meet his gaze directly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He stepped onto the void, each footfall making the heavens rumble, perhaps due to his immense weight. Only when he reached a high point in the sky did he finally stop, a smile playing on his lips and a playful expression on his face, facing Ye Chen across the vast expanse.

"Recovered?" Ye Chen twisted his neck but didn't launch an attack. Hanjiang had recovered, but he hadn't finished yet—he was at a critical moment of enlightenment.

"Allowing me to recover will be the biggest mistake of your life." Hanjiang chuckled darkly, his fangs fully exposed and glistening menacingly.

"So confident, Dizi?"

"I will slay you."

"That remains to be seen."

"Whether it does or not, we'll find out once we fight."

To say they had style would be an understatement. One stood in the eastern void, the other in the western firmament, facing each other from afar without starting the fight, instead engaging in casual conversation.

The scene resembled two old friends reuniting after years, or strangers who hit it off immediately, with a temptation to chat until the end of time.

The people around couldn't help but twitch their mouths. Come on, fight already! What's with the chit-chat?

The veteran quasi-emperors who knew Ye Chen were quite alarmed at that moment.

This alarm stemmed from Ye Chen's ability to multitask: chatting while enlightening. Doing so could easily lead to qi deviation. If he couldn't maintain the balance, backlash was a real possibility.

"Kill!"

Hanjiang shouted and finally attacked, his step making the heavens tremble as he punched through the void.

Ye Chen furrowed his brow slightly and didn't meet him head-on, instead evading with a swift shift.

However, his speed was still a bit slow; Hanjiang's punch grazed him, drawing blood even from his powerful Saint Body.

It wasn't that his speed was lacking; it was that ninety percent of his focus was on enlightenment.

More importantly, he didn't dare use any secret techniques, including the Great Reincarnation Heavenly Dao or the Sacred War Dharma Body, for fear of disrupting his enlightenment. The laws he was comprehending weren't ordinary ones—any secret technique could interfere with it. Interruption was a minor issue; backlash would be disastrous.

"I've truly overestimated you." With one successful strike, Hanjiang's laugh turned more savage. He strode across the void, channeling thousands of secret techniques into a single finger, thrusting it toward Ye Chen's brow.

Pfft!

Blood splattered as Ye Chen's brow was pierced for the second time—not that he didn't try to dodge, but he couldn't.

Fortunately, the Shenlong Shield protected him, so his primordial spirit wasn't harmed.

Hanjiang laughed even more wildly, rampaging through the nine heavens with lethal techniques in every move.

Ye Chen kept bleeding profusely, his Saint Body cracking open, yet he only dodged and didn't counterattack.

Witnessing this, the people from the various heavens were stunned. Even though Hanjiang had returned to his peak, the Saint Body shouldn't be this helpless—surely he had some power to fight back?

In contrast, the Honghuang people laughed heartily. Every time Ye Chen was wounded, they grew more excited, reveling in the scent of his blood—it felt incredibly satisfying.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The bloody scene made hearts race with shock.

Returning after three years, the Saint Body was being hammered so badly he couldn't even lift his head!

Even the veteran quasi-emperors who knew the inside story couldn't bear to watch.

Ye Chen was still in the midst of enlightenment, completely restricted. Facing a fully powered Hanjiang, he was bound to suffer. But this was only temporary—the Saint Body was tough and wouldn't die so easily. Once his enlightenment ended, he'd still beat Hanjiang into a fool.

"You'll have your turn to cry." Despite bleeding repeatedly, Ye Chen didn't mind, just as people said: the Saint Body wasn't just strong in offense; it was incredibly resilient and hard to kill.

"The Saint Body is truly a joke." Hanjiang's laughter echoed across the seas and wilderness. Having been suppressed twice by Ji Ningshuang and Ye Chen, he finally held his head high, laughing wildly. How many years had it been since he felt this thrilled? Bathing in the Saint Body's blood, he was ecstatic.

"The Saint Body is truly a joke." Hanjiang's words stirred up massive waves, energizing the Honghuang Clan. Their curses surged like ocean tides, shaking the heavens and earth.

However, not all Honghuang people were foolish; those with sharp minds were plentiful, like the peak quasi-emperors of the Honghuang Clan, whose old eyes narrowed as they began to sense something off. Hanjiang Dizi was powerful, but Ye Chen, the Saint Body, wasn't this weak. Earlier, he had beaten Hanjiang bloody, yet now he wasn't throwing a single punch. Without some hidden agenda, no one would believe it.

Pfft!

Ye Chen bled again, his falling body smashing an eight-thousand-zhang mountain into rubble. Amid the flying debris, his disheveled figure could be seen, barely able to stand.

"It's over."

Hanjiang stood in the void like a worldly monarch, raising a palm that covered the sky. His palm was filled with Dao essence, inscribed with ancient runes, incredibly heavy—enough to crush an ordinary quasi-emperor to dust.

But before the palm strike could fully land, an iron stick swung up from below in a heaven-defying arc.

Boom!

Another thunderous boom rang out as the sky-covering palm shattered, and even Hanjiang was sent flying by the stick.

In that instant, the people from the various heavens perked up—the Saint Body was counterattacking!

Indeed, Ye Chen appeared, gripping the Lingxiao Tieshen, steadily ascending step by step. With each step, the bloody gashes on his Saint Body healed a bit more.

The enlightened Ye Chen was extraordinary, losing some of his ferocity and gaining an air of ordinariness. Yet, that ordinariness made many veteran quasi-emperors narrow their eyes—true strength lay in returning to simplicity.

In the void, he slowly came to a stop, causing the world to tremble. His head of red hair gradually faded, turning black and flowing like a waterfall.

His eyes were as still as an ancient well, now carrying an extra trace of profound truth—the mark of the Dao.

Opposite him, Hanjiang halted his momentum, his eyes narrowing slightly. As Ye Chen's opponent, he felt it most acutely—now, Ye Chen was unfathomable.

"You healed, and I enlightened. Each got what they needed." Ye Chen smiled.

"Enlightened?" Hanjiang's brows furrowed deeply, suddenly realizing upon hearing those words that he had been played.

"Enlightened?"

Many cultivators from the various heavens exchanged glances, raising their eyebrows. If Hanjiang understood, so did they, and that understanding made them laugh heartily. That was the implication of the Saint Body!

"Enlightened?"

The Honghuang Clan's faces turned the ugliest. They finally understood why Ye Chen had only dodged and not attacked—he was enlightening! Otherwise, why would he so kindly give Hanjiang time to recover?

In plain terms, they had all been tricked by Ye Chen's masterful acting.

What was laughable was that they only realized it now. If Ye Chen hadn't said it, they'd still be in the dark.

The most ferocious expression belonged to Hanjiang, grinding his teeth. As a great emperor's son, how proud was he? To be played like this was an immense humiliation for him.

"Damn it." He raged, his already peak aura climbing another level, almost as if he could become a quasi-emperor on the spot. His icy killing intent made the entire world freeze inch by inch, with ancient visions intertwining and manifesting, radiating apocalyptic light and carrying destructive power, draining all color from the skies.

"Beating my wife comes with serious consequences." Ye Chen's smile was like a spring breeze, but to others, it was chilling.

Those who knew him understood that whenever the Saint Body smiled like this, what followed was always bloody. Beating him was one thing, but touching his wife would trigger his full fury.