Chapter 2220: Let's Smile

Kill!

Han Jiang roared fiercely, stepping across the void and thrusting out a palm that summoned a vast Yuan Hai. This Yuan Hai engulfed the heavens and earth, filled with tormented spirits struggling in agony. At a glance, it was clear that countless lives had been sacrificed to create it; even a Zhun Di-level divine sense could be obliterated if carelessly swallowed.

Ye Chen's eyes turned cold, manifesting his Jin Xian Hai to block the Yuan Hai.

Give me suppression!

Han Jiang shouted resoundingly, releasing nine divine lights from his body that transformed into eight divine mirrors. Positioned around Ye Chen in the eight directions of the void, each mirror radiated brilliant immortal light.

This was a combined artifact, linked by secret dao principles, unmatched in attack and capable of sealing and restricting. Wherever the mirrors' light shone, it wielded immense destructive power, capable of erasing an ordinary Zhun Di without issue.

Ye Chen charged forward boldly, facing the mirrors' immortal light head-on and swinging his Ling Xiao Tie Gun.

Crack! Crack!

The sounds echoed continuously as the eight divine mirrors were shattered one by one by Ye Chen. Even the fragments were not spared, all devoured completely by Ye Chen's Hun Dun Ding.

Puff!

Han Jiang spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back, suffering severe backlash. It wasn't that his mirrors were weak; Ye Chen was simply too dominant, and that unknown-material Ling Xiao Tie Gun was fiercely powerful. The mirrors, forged from divine materials, proved fragile before it.

Given this situation, Han Jiang dared not summon his life-bound weapon, fearing it would also be destroyed and cause even greater backlash.

Ye Chen pursued through the sky, striking Han Jiang with his club before the latter could steady himself, sending him flying once more.

The onlookers gazed upward, watching Han Jiang soar away. Ye Chen's strike was devastating, nearly exploding him; his blood-drenched body was a shocking sight, regenerating rapidly under his domineering recovery force.

Ah!

Han Jiang roared wildly again, his hair disheveled and his face twisted like a malevolent ghost.

Go ahead, keep yelling.

Ye Chen arrived with his iron club, wasting no words as he swung it down with overwhelming force.

The unfortunate Han Jiang had just caught his breath when he was sent flying skyward again.

This proved that output relied on more than just roaring; loud shouts meant nothing without substance.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The scene was gruesomely bloody. The Yuan-ranked second emperor's son, in front of Ye Chen, was pathetically weak, repeatedly sent flying with his divine body exploding each time. Splattered blood and bone fragments filled the heavens.

Damned...

Bang!

I will cut you down.

Puff!

Give me suppression...

Boom!

This was a bizarre battle, with Han Jiang's roars echoing everywhere.

The mighty Yuan emperor's son couldn't even finish a single sentence; every time words reached his lips, he was met with Ye Chen's iron club. He was driven from the eastern horizon all the way to the northern void, with no chance to unleash secret techniques. Any occasional secret art he managed was rendered laughable before that ferocious iron club.

This sparked great interest among the spectators in Ye Chen's iron club.

That club of Lao Qi's, I really like it. Xiao Yuan Huang said again, scratching his fur while eyeing it with gleaming eyes. Even Han Jiang was being battered all over; it was definitely a supreme weapon.

What material is it made from? Never heard of it before.

It must be some kind of immortal iron. Kui Niu stroked his chin, tempted to trade his battle axe for Ye Chen's iron club. If I wielded that club, it'd be just as fierce.

Beat him! Beat him to death! The talents of Da Chu shouted the loudest, jumping up and down, eager to join in and kick a few times.

To uphold the prestige, it has to be the Gu Yuan Sheng Ti.

The younger generation is truly impressive; it warms my heart. The elders collectively stroked their beards, their expressions profound. The second-ranked Yuan emperor's son was being thoroughly dominated—what a spectacle.

Dad, you got this! Ye Ling was as lively as ever, pumping her little fists in cheer for Ye Chen.

Compared to her, the women were more reserved, their beautiful eyes filled with fascination as they watched, utterly captivated. After three years, their Ye Chen remained the unrivaled war god.

From some unknown time, they had all set aside their own stunning brilliance for the man named Ye Chen, content to be his wives and silently watch him sweep across the four seas and eight wastelands.

Third mother, why is your face still red? Ye Ling asked, perhaps tired from cheering, her big eyes blinking as she looked at Nan Ming Yu Shu. No helping it; her figure was impressively curvaceous, accidentally ranking third.

Nan Ming Yu Shu's thoughts were interrupted, and she subconsciously touched her cheek.

Well, it was indeed a bit warm.

At a guess, she's probably having spring thoughts. Tang San Shao rubbed his nose.

Are you asking for a beating? Ye Ling stepped forward and kicked him.

Don't always scare me.

Have you prepared the bed I told you about? Make it the biggest size; my dad has a lot of wives.

Of course, over ten zhang wide, made of pure steel.

Hmm, that's more like it.

The two young ones bantered back and forth, whispering with their heads close.

Their words made the women all turn their gazes, not just Nan Ming Yu Shu with flushed cheeks—the others' faces reddened too.

A bed over ten zhang wide—how lively that would be.

The people around exchanged meaningful looks.

Especially toward Ye Ling; Ye Chen's precious daughter was spot-on.

And that little black fatty, though not from the Sheng Ti family, was quite attentive to Ye Chen's matters.

Pity he was so plump, short, and darkly shiny—far from handsome. Otherwise, with his cheeky personality and Ye Ling's playful nature, they'd be a perfect match.

Puff!

Amid this interlude, Han Jiang spat blood again, half his divine body destroyed as he fled while regenerating. He had lost all trace of an emperor's son dignity.

Ye Chen was relentless, gripping his Ling Xiao Tie Gun and chasing fiercely from behind. Whenever he caught up, there was no preamble—just a barrage of strikes.

Though his combat power utterly crushed Han Jiang, Da Chu's tenth emperor was still shocked by Han Jiang's endurance. This was the umpteenth time he'd been blasted apart, yet he could still regenerate.

No wonder he was the second-ranked Yuan emperor's son; he wasn't just tough—he was extraordinarily resilient. Any other emperor's son would likely be sipping Meng Po soup by now.

Puff! Puff!

Splendid blood flowers bloomed repeatedly, staining the high skies red.

The spectators' eyes were dazzled, for Han Jiang was incredibly fast, like a streak of light hard to pin down, while Ye Chen pursued like a divine ray.

Those with lower vision saw only two blurs darting through the void.

Only those at the Da Sheng or Zhun Di level could see the true forms—utterly gruesome. Han Jiang was no longer human-shaped; this wasn't a fight, it was pure pursuit and slaughter!

The Sheng Ti is unbeatable; he's turned Han Jiang into a dog.

Ye Chen's morale-boosting words had the talents of the various heavens cheering along, unable to join the battle but supporting him spiritedly. Their shouts surged like tidal waves, venting the pent-up frustration in their chests.

Can I smile a bit? Sheng Zun glanced at the Zhun Di crowd. Since arriving at Wang Xuan Star, they'd all been so solemn, as if ready for a deadly fight, their faces stern until now.

You can. Not just Dong Huang Tai Xin, but even the devilish Xie Mo uttered a single word deeply.

Then, Sheng Zun's two rows of teeth flashed white, his smile brilliantly wide.

The Zhun Di relaxed too; the women laughed charmingly, the men heartily. Da Chu's emperor was holding such face—it was time to smile. Keeping stern faces made it seem like someone owed them eight hundred yuan stones.

With them leading, the You Ming Sheng Zhu and his followers also dropped their pretense, showing expressions of "utmost delight."

The elders set the tone, and the younger generation smiled even brighter; the entire heavens erupted in laughter.

Silent types like Xuan Yuan Di Zi stood firm, expressionless and standing out like a sore thumb, a lone figure in the crowd.

Come on, smile! Yao Chi Shen Nv's eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at him.

Only then did Wu Qing give a slight cough and force a smile.

But Yao Chi Shen Nv was pulled away by the Yao Chi elders. As she left, she cast Wu Qing a hopeful glance: Our goddess has already been taken; please, Xuan Yuan Di Zi, show some mercy.

With that glance, Xuan Yuan Di Zi's smile vanished.

Smile, everyone smile.

You old fogey, why aren't you smiling? Not giving face?

Hey, you little brat.

The heavens were full of energy, from Zhun Di elders to imperial-level youths, all as thrilled as if they'd found money.

In contrast, the Yuan races were like the losers, and big ones at that. At a glance, their faces were covered in frost, sinister and terrifying, with many grinding their teeth.

The most grotesque were the Han Jiang clan, their eyes blood-red and gleaming with eerie light—fittingly described as demons.

Their emperor's son was truly unlucky, hammered twice by Ye Chen and his wife, now chased across the skies. The Han Jiang clan's imperial inheritance had never been so humiliated.

Ye Chen must die.

The Han Jiang clan emperor gritted his teeth, his killing intent piercingly cold as the hidden Emperor Weapon in his body trembled, poised to strike Ye Chen down.

The various heavens weren't idle either; over a dozen Emperor Weapons hummed to life, ignoring the other Yuan races and targeting the Han Jiang clan emperor specifically, as if to say: Let's see if you strike Ye Chen first or if we end you first.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion shook the void as Han Jiang, the emperor's son, was struck again by Ye Chen's club, plummeting from the emptiness and crashing into the ground with a massive boom, forming a deep crater.

Ye Chen stood in the void, his body unmarked, like a god overlooking the eight directions.

Below, Han Jiang emerged from the pit.

He was horribly wounded, blood streaming from his body and bones exposed. Though still twisted in rage, he was no longer furiously violent; instead, a strange smile curled at his lips.

You can't defeat me.

Once more, Han Jiang sinisterly raised his hand, forming a seal with one hand.

Everyone recognized this seal—it was for casting curses, a specialty of the Han Jiang clan, incredibly domineering. Ji Ning Shuang had been a prime example earlier.

Now, he was using it again, this time to curse Ye Chen—a repeat of the old trick.