Chapter 2222: Blood Wheel Amaterasu

Minor incidents happen every year, but today there are an unusual number of them. Compared to that rascal Long Jie's antics, the more serious people are focused on the great battle.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The thunderous roars shake the eternal immortal vault, threatening to collapse the heavens and earth. In the chaotic world, the blood-soaked figures stand out the most. It's Di Zi Han Jiang once again living up to expectations by being relentlessly beaten, exploding time and again only to reshape his golden body. His endurance leaves not only Ye Chen, but also the onlookers, Tian Zhu, and Di Mie, utterly astonished. Defeating him is easy, but killing him is another matter entirely.

Ah!

Han Jiang's roar echoes through the immortal realm. As a Di Zi, he has no power to fight back, disgracing not only his clan's glory but also his ancestors' reputation. Perhaps it's not that he's weak, but Ye Chen is simply too monstrous—a genuine young emperor-level figure. In terms of battle records, Han Jiang is utterly crushed; in terms of combat power, he can't even begin to compare.

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

The fierce Young Master Ye howls even louder, single-mindedly avenging his wife with one strike after another. The spectators watch with pounding hearts as he swings his club.

At this moment, even the Hong Huang forces have fallen silent.

They're no fools; they can see that Di Zi Han Jiang and the Huang Gu Sheng Ti are on completely different levels. One is at the emperor's son level, the other at the young emperor level—the gap is immense. To take down a fighter like Ye Chen, it would require the top-ranked Di Zi.

The Huang Gu Sheng Ti has truly risen.

This thought echoes inexplicably in the hearts of the Hong Huang people. Ye Chen's heaven-defying path is paved with the blood and bones of the Hong Huang. In a way, it's thanks to them that he has grown to this height today.

In other words, the Hong Huang deserve credit for Ye Chen's current strength.

He must die!

This venomous phrase fills the minds of the Hong Huang like a curse. Even at the Great Saint level, he's terrifying enough—what if he reaches the Quasi-Emperor realm?

Buzz!

Under everyone's gaze, Han Jiang spits out a divine sword, its entire body gleaming white and radiating silver light. It's his life weapon, forged from immortal iron. After fighting Ye Chen for so long, he's finally unleashing it, along with numerous other artifacts—bronze furnaces, immortal mirrors, treasure seals, and killing swords, among others. Counting them, there are over a thousand in total.

Gulp!

The onlookers can't help but swallow hard. Having many artifacts isn't the issue; the problem is that every one Han Jiang summons is a Great Saint weapon. It's ridiculously wealthy.

Looking out, the over a thousand Great Saint weapons shine with divine light in various colors, like brilliant stars illuminating the dark moonlit night. Each artifact is as heavy as a mountain, collapsing the starry sky before even descending.

As for Young Master Ye, he's laughing, grinning with sheer delight.

He's constantly scheming. He just stole Han Jiang's emperor-level immortal technique earlier, and now he's eyeing these artifacts.

Over a thousand Great Saint weapons would surely satisfy the Hun Dun Ding.

Buzz!

Without needing to be called, the Hun Dun Ding emerges on its own, buzzing excitedly as if it's thrilled. It's been waiting three years for this feast.

“Suppress him for me!”

Han Jiang shrieks, his eyes blood-red and his face twisted in rage. He's truly driven mad, recklessly blood-sacrificing his origin to gain vast essence, which he channels into each artifact. He pushes them to their limits, awakening their divine power and directing them toward Ye Chen.

The sight of over a thousand Great Saint weapons bearing down is terrifying.

The spectators click their tongues in awe. It's a good thing Han Jiang has such abundant vital energy—if it were anyone else, they couldn't even activate a thousand Great Saint weapons. The strain would turn them into a dried corpse before the weapons fully awakened.

“Come on!”

Ye Chen roars, shaking the heavens, and charges forward with his Ling Xiao iron stick.

Bang! Crack! Boom!

These sounds ring out repeatedly, creating a cacophony. The dominant Huang Gu Sheng Ti swings his stick with each attack, shattering a Great Saint weapon every time. No artifact below the Quasi-Emperor level can withstand a single blow from him.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The artifacts explode one after another, and Han Jiang vomits blood with each one. His divine body bursts multiple times as he staggers back, unable to stop his retreat.

Buzz!

Ye Chen's Hun Dun Ding is equally ferocious. Its massive, ancient form is draped in chaotic energy and surrounded by Escaping Armor heavenly characters as it barrels forward.

Bang! Crack! Boom!

More of the same noises erupt, even louder than before. The so-called Great Saint weapons are fragile against it, shattering one by one. The scattered fragments are swallowed whole before they can fall, with the ding devouring them greedily without a second thought.

Tsk tsk!

The spectators cluck their tongues. They knew the Huang Gu Sheng Ti was a beast, but they didn't expect his life weapon to be even more so. Is it easy being Di Zi Han Jiang? He's blood-sacrificed his origin and activated a thousand Great Saint weapons, yet these two are working together seamlessly, demolishing everything in sight.

Is this okay?

It's okay!

That's the Hun Dun Ding's response—it's been starving in the black hole for three years, and now that it's out, it needs a full meal.

It's okay!

That's also Ye Chen's response—after all, you hit my wife, so you can't get off easy. I've held back by not using my damaged emperor artifacts, and that's already giving you face.

And so, master and weapon both shamelessly put on a show for all to see. Ye Chen wields his club like he's smashing watermelons, while the Hun Dun Ding careens around like a drunk driver, displaying impressive maneuvers.

This onslaught leaves Di Zi Han Jiang in a pitiful state.

It's no exaggeration to say that since the first Great Saint weapon was shattered, Han Jiang hasn't stood steady once. The backlash hits hard, growing more ferocious each time, leaving his head buzzing.

For some reason, seeing him in such misery, people from the various realms start feeling a bit sorry for him.

He's the strongest in his tier, yet he encountered the mightiest opponent.

And the mightiest life weapon too—who else would suffer like this if not him?

Boom!

In the void, another explosion rocks the sky as Ye Chen swings his stick, smashing the silver divine sword—the Han Jiang's life weapon—into pieces.

To be fair, the silver divine sword has some intelligence. Even as it's shattered, its fragments scatter in an attempt to escape, as if thinking it can still be salvaged.

Buzz!

The Hun Dun Ding streaks through the air like a beam of light, its massive form grinding the fragments to dust. Then, with its mouth facing down, it swallows every last piece.

Puff!

Han Jiang, who had just stabilized himself, spits blood again. Having his life weapon destroyed brings the most savage backlash, and his already bloodied body explodes on one side.

With that, all the over a thousand Great Saint weapons Han Jiang summoned are destroyed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ye Chen advances, gripping his Ling Xiao iron stick. His sacred body is incredibly heavy, each step making the heavens rumble. He truly resembles a war god, radiating brilliance brighter than the sun, forcing onlookers to squint. His Great Saint aura shakes the eight directions.

With every step he takes, Di Zi Han Jiang retreats one step. His broken body is drenched in fresh blood, his face still twisted but now laced with fear. Only after truly battling Ye Chen does he realize the extent of his strength—they're not even in the same league.

“My dear Di Zi, do you have any more treasures? Why not show them off for us to see!”

Ye Chen laughs heartily, his teeth gleaming white.

“I refuse to accept this.” Han Jiang howls, his third eye opening on his forehead, blood-red and dripping. Looking closely at his pupil, it's wheel-shaped, resembling the Xue Lun Yan, with silent destructive power raging within, full of terrifying magic.

“Oh! Six Paths Xue Lun Yan.”

Tian Zhu and Di Mie exclaim in surprise.

“It's actually the Xue Lun Yan.” Not just them, many of the veteran experts present recognize Han Jiang's third eye.

“Old Daoist, what's the origin of the Xue Lun Yan?”

“It's a branch of the Six Paths Wheel of Reincarnation Eye, on par with the Six Paths Xian Lun Yan.”

“It's truly surprising that Di Zi Han Jiang has such an immortal eye.”

On Xuan Star, discussions surge like ocean waves, one cresting over the next, all because of Han Jiang's Xue Lun Yan. If he hadn't revealed it himself, who would have known he possessed such an immortal eye?

In truth, Di Zi Han Jiang is quite the treasure trove—you have to admire him. Even after being beaten so badly, he hasn't used this pair of immortal eyes until now. He's not one to give up easily; he was just waiting for the right moment to surprise Ye Chen.

And surprise it is, for Ye Chen.

Young Master Ye's eyes light up with excitement. He thought he'd already stolen Han Jiang's emperor-level immortal technique and devoured his thousand Great Saint weapons, leaving him with nothing else. But who knew there was still a pair of immortal eyes? This unexpected delight catches him off guard.

It must be the Six Paths Xue Lun Yan!

Ye Chen advances step by step, his eyes gleaming. He recognizes the Six Paths Xue Lun Yan and knows its origins.

But that doesn't matter—what matters is that this Xue Lun Yan will soon be his. Absorbing its origin and merging it into his Wheel of Reincarnation Eye might lead to something wondrous.

Who knows, it could even awaken another forbidden technique for the Wheel of Reincarnation Eye.

Hmm... giving this eye to my Ye Fan wouldn't be bad either. Such a heaven-defying immortal eye, on par with the Six Paths Xian Lun Yan, would be a waste to consume outright.

Ye Chen strokes his chin, already plotting his next move.

As he draws closer, his Six Paths Wheel of Reincarnation Eye trembles—this is the innate connection between immortal eyes.

Opposite him, Han Jiang has closed his third eye.

In the next instant, it snaps open again. Centered on the Xue Lun Yan, an invisible halo spreads infinitely in all directions, and dark blood seeps from the corners of his eyes.

At the same instant, black flames ignite on Ye Chen's head.

Xue Lun Tian Zhao? The crowd frowns.

Everyone watching knows the dominance of Tian Zhao—pure destruction. Once the black flames ignite, they won't extinguish until the victim is reduced to ashes.

Ye Chen raises an eyebrow and lifts his gaze to the flames burning on his head.

He knows exactly what this divine ability is and what kind of power it holds. It looks like fire, but it's not real flame—it's a force woven from space-time and half-space-time, manifested in the form of flames.

In just a moment, his blood and bones are silently disintegrating to the extreme.

Strangely, he feels no pain at all.