Chapter 2223: Blood Wheel Amaterasu

“Die!” Han Jiang laughed ferociously, his laughter echoing across the entire Wang Xuan Xing. His bloodied and mutilated face twisted even more grotesquely.

This was his trump card, something he would never use unless absolutely necessary, because it came at the cost of consuming his lifespan, and each use was more severe than the last.

“You’re truly outstanding!” Ye Chen clicked his tongue in admiration. First, there was the Han Jiang curse, and now Xue Lun Tianzhao—the trump cards of the Han Jiang Emperor’s Son were endless.

As he marveled, he couldn’t help but sigh.

When he had possessed the Xian Lun Eye, the first forbidden technique he awakened was Xian Lun Tianzhao. Now, with Han Jiang bearing the Xue Lun Eye, he had also awakened Xue Lun Tianzhao.

Yet, here he was, with the complete Liu Dao Lunhui Eye, unable to use such a dominant forbidden technique, and instead being targeted by the Xue Lun Eye’s branch with Tianzhao. It was truly awkward.

“This gift—do you like it?” Han Jiang chuckled darkly, baring his pale white teeth. This same line was now his third time using it.

“Always giving me gifts like this makes this junior feel embarrassed.” Ye Chen laughed too.

As he laughed, he actually twisted off his own head—or more precisely, removed it.

Hiss!

Onlookers couldn’t help but gasp in shock. The Huang Gu Sheng Ti wasn’t just tough in battle and resilient; it was also incredibly bizarre. He could remove his head as easily as picking a melon.

There was no choice; he had to do it.

Having used Tianzhao before, Ye Chen knew full well how overbearing it was. Once those black flames ignited, they would never extinguish. Given enough time, not just his head, but his entire Huang Gu Sheng Ti, including his primordial spirit, origin, divine repository, and everything else, would be burned to ashes.

So, the only way to resolve it was to remove his head. Lose one, and he could grow another.

As long as his primordial spirit remained, even with just a drop of blood left, he could reshape his golden body.

This was the flaw of Tianzhao. Its power was undeniably dominant, and it had a surprise effect on those unaware of its secrets, but for someone who knew its mechanics, like Ye Chen, it was essentially a useless ability. Whether it was used or not made no difference to him.

In the midst of this, Ye Chen’s new head had already grown back, as if by magic.

“You…” Han Jiang staggered back a step, spitting out blood wildly. It was unclear if it was from injury or rage. He had sacrificed an unknown amount of lifespan to unleash Tianzhao, only for it to do no harm to Ye Chen. His so-called trump card had become nothing more than a joke in front of him.

“Your Xue Lun Tianzhao doesn’t seem to work very well!” Ye Chen said with a smile, slowly approaching Han Jiang, his eyes fixed on his Xue Lun Eye. An eye of this level was a rare find.

As Ye Chen advanced step by step, Han Jiang retreated step by step. The Han Jiang curse was useless, the thousand great saint weapons were useless, and now even his trump card was useless. What else did he have to fight with?

Ye Chen took a step forward and vanished like a ghost, reappearing right in front of Han Jiang.

Han Jiang’s expression changed in panic, and he tried to flee backward.

But his body froze again, caught in Ye Chen’s Da Lunhui Tianhuan illusion, his mind momentarily dazed.

In that single moment, it was enough for Ye Chen to do a lot.

Thud!

A spray of blood appeared as Ye Chen forcibly dug out Han Jiang’s third Xue Lun Eye. He tossed it casually into the Hun Dun Ding, sealing it away, and gained another treasure.

Save me!

Han Jiang broke free from the illusion and turned to flee, stumbling through the air toward the Han Jiang clan. In that moment, he had no trace of an emperor’s son’s dignity or lofty demeanor. He was like a stray dog, his eyes filled with sheer terror.

No need for him to call out— the Han Jiang clan was already moving.

Buzz!

The Han Jiang clan sovereign sacrificed their clan’s emperor artifact, with hundreds of quasi-emperors charging ahead, using the artifact to clear the path and unleashing a torrent of murderous aura. Every pair of eyes burned with bloodlust and savage light.

But only they came to the rescue.

As for the other Hong Huang clans, they didn’t budge at all. Why? They were all waiting to watch the spectacle. After all, it wasn’t their emperor’s son on the line. If he died, they wouldn’t feel the loss. In fact, they were glad to see the Han Jiang Emperor’s Son killed. If Ye Chen could be taken out too, that would be perfect.

Their decision to sit back and watch left the Han Jiang clan isolated.

Bullying the heavens with no one to stop you?

Tian Jiu snorted coldly and stepped out of the void, his emperor artifact, the Kai Tian Fu, appearing in the sky. Then came Sheng Zun, Xi Chen, Yue Huang, Dong Huang Tai Xin, You Ming Sheng Zhu, and all the other veteran quasi-emperors of the heavens, each wielding their ultimate emperor artifacts. Their emperor dao might shook the eight directions.

Boom! Bang!

The Han Jiang clan’s forces hadn’t even reached the battlefield before they were swept away in droves by the heavens’ more than a dozen emperor artifacts. The weaker quasi-emperors had their bodies explode on the spot, their primordial spirits severely damaged. Even the Han Jiang clan’s emperor artifact wasn’t spared—one against ten was just asking for trouble.

The Hong Huang clans were strong, but just this one clan against the entire heavens was far from enough.

Damn it!

The Han Jiang clan sovereign roared in fury. His anger wasn’t just directed at Ye Chen and the heavens; it was mostly at the other Hong Huang clans. They had agreed to stick together, yet no one was helping. They were all just spectators. Didn’t they understand the principle of mutual dependence?

We understand, of course we do.

The other Hong Huang clans would surely reply that way. The Hong Huang alliance existed, but that didn’t mean war had to start now. Didn’t he know the calamity tide wasn’t over yet? Just because of his clan’s emperor’s son, they were supposed to ignore the other Hong Huang members in the calamity? They would help when the time was right, but not now. If it disrupted the calamity tide, could he take responsibility?

Everyone understood the logic, and that was exactly what they meant.

Bastards!

The Han Jiang clan sovereign bellowed, fully unleashing his emperor might. Even if the other Hong Huang clans wouldn’t help, his Han Jiang clan had to save their own. That was their emperor’s son, the heir to the emperor dao!

“Still at it?” This time, it was Sheng Zun’s turn. He ascended to the heavens in one step, wielding the Xuan Yuan Jian, and slashed the Han Jiang clan sovereign down with a single strike. Having once drawn an emperor tribulation, he remained as fierce as ever.

“Come on, keep going.” The son of the plane snorted coldly, with the Xian Wang Ta hovering above his head, standing like an immortal king in the flesh, blocking the path with the might of one man against thousands.

The other heavenly quasi-emperors were equally formidable, lined up neatly and blocking the battlefield.

From a distance, they looked like towering mountains, obstructing the Han Jiang clan’s way.

What a joke—Ye Chen was fighting the emperor’s son, and outsiders weren’t allowed to interfere. Did they think they could disrupt it so easily?

Even if they couldn’t beat the entire Hong Huang, they could certainly handle just the Han Jiang clan.

To be fair, the Han Jiang clan was persistent, sending wave after wave like a vast ocean, with divine abilities, secret techniques, and magical formations raining down just to save Han Jiang’s life.

But they were afraid you wouldn’t come!

The heavenly quasi-emperors were even more domineering, fully activating their ultimate emperor artifacts and unleashing beams of destructive divine light. If you could get past this barrier, they’d take your surname.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The Han Jiang clan members were bathed in blood, falling in droves. This wasn’t a battle; it was a one-sided massacre. No matter how strong a single Hong Huang clan was, with only one emperor artifact, how could they stand against the entire heavens?

Thud!

Amid the fierce fighting, Han Jiang bled again, struck down from the void by Ye Chen’s staff, his bloodied figure stark against the sky as he plummeted straight into the ground, creating another deep crater.

It’s over!

Ye Chen had already ascended to the ninth heaven, his words cold and final, like a divine judgment. He brought down a palm from the sky, a golden handprint engraved with seal scripts, massive enough to blot out the sun, crushing the void and shattering the cosmos. This palm would send Han Jiang straight to the Yellow Springs.

No… no!

Han Jiang’s eyes bulged, his pupils contracting as he tried to escape, but the palm’s pressure immobilized him. He could only watch helplessly as the massive hand descended upon him.

Emperor’s Son!

The Han Jiang clan experts howled in rage, launching frenzied attacks, but they couldn’t break through the heavens’ defenses.

It’s over!

The people of the heavens took a deep breath. After such a long fight, it was finally coming to an end.

No sympathy!

The other Hong Huang clans smirked slightly. Our own emperor’s son is gone, so yours should join him as company. How lively that would be.

However, just as everyone thought the battle was about to conclude, a sudden change occurred.

Boom!

A thunderous roar echoed as Ye Chen’s sky-covering palm shattered explosively, and even his true body was forced to stagger back, each step collapsing a section of the void.

This sight left all the spectators stunned.

Boom!

Before anyone could react, another thunderclap resounded from the void.

The boom was so deafening that everyone looked up.

Dark clouds rolled in, blotting out the sun and blocking the last rays of light, as if about to crush the entire earth. Amid the churning clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared, with serpentine bolts tearing through the air unchecked. A pressure that made everyone’s hearts tremble suddenly emerged, intertwined with numerous destructive omens, as if the world were being created anew.

“I said, is it going to rain?” Xiao Yuan Huang tilted his head back, scratching his head.

“Rain your sister—that’s a heavenly tribulation!” Kui Niu cursed, his body trembling. It was clear this wasn’t an ordinary tribulation.

“What the hell, are you full and bored?”

“Passing a tribulation here—have you no shame?”

Curses erupted across the land, even louder than the tribulation’s thunder, as people scattered in all directions. Tribulations weren’t something to take lightly.

As they retreated, many couldn’t help but glance at Ye Chen, assuming it was the quasi-emperor tribulation of the Sheng Ti.

Ye Chen’s notorious behavior was well-known in the heavens—he never passed tribulations in secret and always chose crowded places, especially where Hong Huang forces gathered.

Now, with so many people here and a huge Hong Huang crowd, passing a tribulation fit perfectly and aligned with the shameless style of the Great Chu’s tenth emperor.

It wasn’t just the heavens thinking this; the Hong Huang clans believed it too, and they collectively felt an urge to curse.

What are you doing? Is life easy for us Hong Huang? Every time we gather, there’s a tribulation. Is this really okay?

Unfortunately, they were wrong this time. The one triggering the tribulation wasn’t Ye Chen—it was Han Jiang.

No wonder he was the son of a great emperor; he was truly extraordinary. In that moment of life and death, he had found the opportunity to break through to quasi-emperor. It was all because Ye Chen’s pressure on him was too immense, forcing him to undergo a heaven-defying rebirth. After countless ages, he had finally taken that step.

“You’re not just outstanding—you’re exceptional!” Ye Chen grinned and clicked his tongue. Han Jiang was tough—he admitted it, as the second-ranked in Hong Huang. He was skilled in curses—he admitted that too, as a clan inheritance. He had many emperor dao divine abilities—he admitted that as well, being the son of a great emperor.

But triggering a quasi-emperor tribulation out of nowhere? That was just too much.