Chapter 2299: Battle of the Gods

Kill!

The Kui Ba Clan was furious, and another Quasi-Emperor emerged, even more formidable than the previous one, unleashing an Emperor Dao Immortal Technique right away.

This Kui Ba was clearly a ruthless figure.

However, he couldn't escape his awkward fate either, taking two strikes from Jian Zun before the third sword sent him straight to the Yellow Springs. Even in death, his face was twisted in ferocity, but he was truly no match for Jian Zun.

After that, the Kui Ba Clan quieted down, with no more Quasi-Emperors daring to challenge.

"Kill, kill for me!" The Kui Ba Clan Emperor raged, his anger born of humiliation as he leaped out of his jade chariot, brandishing his sword toward Nan Chu. In terms of one-on-one fights, their clan was outmatched, so they had to resort to a group assault—gathering their forces to charge, break through Nan Chu, and trample the heavens.

In truth, the Kui Ba Clan wasn't weak; they just lacked the most peak-level experts. Their entire clan boasted over ten thousand Quasi-Emperors, yet not a single one could hold their own against Jian Zun for four moves.

This was all thanks to the endless internal chaos among the other Hong Huang Clans, where their clan's peak experts had all perished in the brutal conflicts, leaving them in such an embarrassing state.

"Don't rush." Before the Kui Ba Clan could charge, a ethereal voice echoed.

Just because the Kui Ba Clan couldn't handle it didn't mean the other clans couldn't.

This time, it was the Qiong Qi Clan stepping forward, appearing youthful rather than aged, striding through the air to face Jian Zun from across the sky. The Kui Ba Clan sought revenge, and so did the Qiong Qi Clan—back in the Dong Huang War, countless lives had been lost to Jian Zun's blade.

This Qiong Qi Quasi-Emperor was far superior to the Kui Ba one. Even the Nine Emperors furrowed their brows upon seeing him; among peak Quasi-Emperors, he was one of the strongest, faintly exuding an imperial aura.

In other words, this individual had once attracted an Emperor Tribulation, though he hadn't become an emperor, he hadn't died either.

"So many talents in the Hong Huang era!" Sheng Zun stroked his chin and glanced at Di Ji.

Di Ji also furrowed her delicate brows; she'd never heard of this person before.

In this era, besides her and Sheng Zun, there was now another who had survived an Emperor Tribulation. Those who passed such tribulations were all world-shaking powerhouses, like the Qiong Qi outside the city—his strength was unfathomable. Even if a Divine General faced him, victory wasn't guaranteed. He was extraordinarily terrifying.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Under the watchful eyes of the world, the great battle erupted, its fluctuations immense enough to shatter the heavens and earth.

The enraged Kui Ba Clan had become mere spectators; they'd lost three Quasi-Emperors and were thoroughly satisfied with the spectacle. But the other Hong Huang Clans were thrilled, showing no signs of uniting for an all-out attack—they were committed to these one-on-one duels to the end.

The waves of combat were extraordinarily vast, causing the sky to collapse and the ground to crumble.

Jian Zun had indeed met a formidable foe; that Qiong Qi Quasi-Emperor was even stronger than anticipated, with a profound comprehension of the Dao that seemed to defy the heavens. Even Jian Zun was stained with fresh blood.

"Long Cang Jie, come fight."

No sooner had one wave settled than another rose. Before Jian Zun and the Qiong Qi could finish, another roar echoed. The Tao Tie Clan sent someone forth, uninterested in watching; he shattered the heavens with a single step and directly challenged by name, making all the cultivators of the heavens raise their eyebrows.

Rumble!

The Tao Tie's might was overwhelming, his Dao aggressively invasive. His pair of blood-red eyes held a terrifying devouring force. After all, the Tao Tie were gluttonous by nature, and their cultivated Dao revolved around devouring. In this world, there was nothing they wouldn't swallow, and their appetite was insatiable.

From his stance, it was clear he held a deep grudge against Long Cang Jie—the exact nature known only to them both. Notably, he was a ruthless character, not inferior to Jian Zun.

"If you're so eager to die, I'll grant it." Long Cang Jie said calmly, stepping out from the city walls.

"Exterminate." The Tao Tie attacked immediately, giving no chance for breath.

Long Cang Jie was just as unyielding, neither dodging nor defending—he met the assault head-on. Taking a finger strike from the Tao Tie, he countered with a palm that soared to the heavens, his supreme divine blade nearly splitting the Tao Tie in two.

Gulp!

The people of the heavens swallowed hard in secret. A fierce fighter who could go toe-to-toe with the Six Paths was no ordinary being. From the moment he clashed with the Tao Tie, his strikes were all Emperor Dao Immortal Techniques, steadily overpowering his opponent.

"Don't move; we'll handle these nine beasts." Amid the rumbles, the nine Divine Generals charged out, because on the Hong Huang side, not one but nine figures had emerged.

"We will slay you all." Those nine belonged to the Tian Xie Clan, their roars like thunder shaking the immortal dome, their faces twisted and bloodthirsty, clearly holding grudges against the Divine Generals.

Strangely, the nine of them had identical faces, and even their auras, Dao essence, origins, and bloodlines were indistinguishable, their momenta interconnected and capable of overturning the heavens.

"Nine identical siblings?" Chu Ling said in astonishment.

"It's the Nine Lives Divine Embryo, one embryo splitting into nine, and the nine sharing one life." Chu Xuan explained.

"The world is vast and full of wonders." Nan Ming Yu Shu sighed, understanding only vaguely, but from Chu Xuan's expression, she could tell that this Nine Lives Divine Embryo was extraordinarily fearsome.

"Truly strange divine embryos, not inferior to imperial ones." Shangguan Han Yue murmured softly.

"All you mothers, do your best and try to have one too." Ye Ling chuckled, even tugging at Ji Ning Shuang and batting her beautiful eyes playfully.

Boom! Bang!

As the women bantered, the nine Divine Generals clashed with the nine Tian Xie Quasi-Emperors.

As the women had thought, the Nine Lives Divine Embryo was indeed powerful; each one wielded a mysterious force, and they could transfer it among themselves, launching attacks that shattered the heavens and earth.

However, the nine Divine Generals were no pushovers. Though the First Divine General had fallen, Di Xuan had filled the gap—she was the sister of the Emperor Sovereign and a heaven-defying figure. Even in the same realm, the Emperor Sovereign might not defeat her. As a true world-shaking queen, she made the Tian Xie opponent spurt blood repeatedly.

"Xi Chen, come out and face death." The roar hadn't ceased when the Jin Ni Clan sent someone, clad in golden armor, wielding a silver moon divine blade, with a sea of demonic blood underfoot and a vast cosmos overhead.

This Jin Ni Quasi-Emperor shared a similar aura with Zhan Wang, having also cultivated the Dao of War. War dragons coiled around him, his presence domineering. Every strand of Hong Huang energy flowing from his divine body was as heavy as mountains, crushing the skies. He was like a war god ruling the nine heavens.

His temper was fiery too, directly challenging by name—clearly, he had a grudge.

The Son of the Realm didn't back down, using a domain divine ability to instantly appear outside the city. Without any preamble, he struck with a palm that made the Jin Ni spit blood, his movements elusive and impossible for the world to track.

It had to be said, this Jin Ni was quite unwise in choosing his opponent—he was downright troublesome. Having cultivated the Dao of War was pointless if he couldn't even land a hit; he nearly got insta-killed several times.

"This one's mine; don't steal it." Sheng Zun said, quickly stepping out of the city. Watching the battles had made his hands itch, and seeing the opponent send someone, he charged out on his own.

"I didn't challenge you; scram." The opponent was a Gui Chi Clan Quasi-Emperor.

This Quasi-Emperor was quite the character; he'd just entered the field and, upon seeing Sheng Zun, turned to flee.

By the heavens, he'd intended to spar with Chi Yang Zi, but before he could even speak, he ran straight into Sheng Zun. There was no fight to be had—he knew his own limits. He could go five-fifty with Chi Yang Zi, but against Sheng Zun, he'd be annihilated.

There were many fierce ones among the heavens, and Sheng Zun was one of them.

"Where do you think you're going?" Sheng Zun crossed over in an instant, blocking the Gui Chi's path. Though he looked like a young man, his small hands were fiercely powerful, landing a palm that shattered the Gui Chi's divine body.

"Bullying the Gui Chi Clan, are you?" A roar erupted, and from the Gui Chi side, nine Quasi-Emperors leaped out, all at the peak level and extraordinarily strong.

Their shout made the people of the heavens want to laugh. It sounded so grand, but where was the one-on-one? Don't gang up! What happened to the sparring?

"The more, the merrier." Sheng Zun laughed, instantly transforming into his youthful form, his combat power surging to its peak. Facing ten alone, he held his ground effortlessly, making the Gui Chi Quasi-Emperors spurt blood repeatedly. He wasn't joking—someone who'd survived an Emperor Tribulation was the real deal.

"Jiu Jian, come fight." As Sheng Zun's battle raged, another fierce shout rang out.

This came from the Qiu Yu Clan, with nine figures stepping out side by side, all armored and imposing. Already fierce in appearance, their savage expressions made them even more terrifying, their blood-red eyes shooting flames of rage.

"Looks like they're here for revenge." Xuanwu Emperor sighed.

"Challenging Jiu Jian—could it be Jiu Jian San Ren?" someone asked.

"No need to calculate; it's him." Many looked up, and one person had already stepped out from the city walls—it was Jiu Jian San Ren, ascending on the Dao essence with a indifferent expression.

"We will slay you." The nine Qiu Yu Quasi-Emperors roared, attacking together, each wielding a sword and cultivating the Dao of the Sword. Their nine swords carved nine Hong Huang Immortal Rivers, splitting the heavens, each river infused with annihilating power capable of severing the skies and earth.

Jiu Jian San Ren responded in silence. Facing their nine swords, he countered with his own nine, illusory yet real immortal swords, all Quasi-Emperor weapons engraved with ancient immortal patterns. They arranged into a Zhuxian Sword Formation, the nine swords humming as if billions were resonating, filling the sky with sword shadows that crushed all in their path.

Bang! Boom!

The nine Hong Huang Immortal Rivers collapsed instantly, and the nine Qiu Yu Quasi-Emperors spurt blood repeatedly, trapped in the Zhuxian Sword Formation. They rampaged wildly but couldn't escape; all their Emperor Dao Immortal Techniques were useless. Nine swords against nine were completely outmatched by Jiu Jian San Ren's single set.

"The Zhuxian Sword Formation truly defies the heavens." Jiu Huang murmured lightly, his eyes filled with wariness. He was certain that if he were trapped in it, escape would be impossible, and annihilation a real risk.

"Is this the sword formation that nearly wiped out our clan's ancestors?" On one side of the Nan Chu city walls, many murmured—it was the inheritance of the Nine Desolate Great Emperors, their faces pale.

"What makes him terrifying isn't just the sword formation; it's his Dao of the Sword." Jian Shen said softly.

"How much chance of winning against him?" Donghuang Tai Xin and Yaochi Xianmu both asked quietly.

"Fifty-fifty." Jian Shen and Jian Xian said in unison.

As they spoke, the four stepped out from the city walls, because on the Hong Huang side, four more had emerged—two men and two women from the Bi An Clan and Suan Ni Clan. Like them, they were couples fighting together, four against four, clashing in the ethereal void.

Following them, Di Ji entered the battle, facing the old clan emperor of the Xue Qiu Clan.

That Xue Qiu was incredibly powerful, his vision manifesting a vast Hong Huang demonic land that spread everywhere.

But Di Ji was no ordinary figure either, a peerless beauty and a genuine world-shaking queen, one of the Six Paths' confidantes who had survived an Emperor Tribulation. With imperial essence in her Dao, she boosted her combat power beyond even emperors in one-on-one fights. The Xue Qiu was no match for her.

In the midst of it, nine Quasi-Emperors from the Lu Tian Clan stepped into the sky, their golden divine bodies radiant, each with a Quasi-Emperor weapon overhead, their momenta linked. The heavens collapsed before they even struck, as they cultivated the Dao of Annihilation.

The heavens weren't outdone; the Jiu Huang stepped out together from the city walls.

Boom! Bang! Bang!

In this nine-against-nine matchup, the universe was thrown into chaos, laws turned illusory, and blood rained from the void. Though the Lu Tian Nine Quasi-Emperors were strong, against the Jiu Huang, they were merely being crushed.

"How embarrassing." Liu Ru Yan coughed dryly, her smile tinged with shame.

It was indeed embarrassing. Great Chu had eleven emperors in total; the Jiu Huang were all peak Quasi-Emperors shaking the universe, while Ye Chen was at Great Saint peak, having slain more than one emperor. Yet, as the eleventh emperor, she seemed utterly overshadowed no matter how you looked at it.

In reality, she wasn't weak; she was of emperor child level.

But the Jiu Huang and Ye Chen were just too dazzling, completely eclipsing her presence.

"Mo Yuan, Cang Lan, get out here and die." As Liu Ru Yan felt awkward, a sinister laugh echoed through the sky, carrying supreme demonic power that disrupted the world's minds, making even the steady lose their footing.

Before the words faded, two figures stepped into the void, one on the left and one on the right.

On the left, a silver-robed elder with a fierce presence, at peak Quasi-Emperor level, from the Tian Gou Clan.

On the right, a blood-robed youth roaming the stars, also at Quasi-Emperor peak, from the Shen Yi Clan.

These two were Hong Huang-level great gods, their grudges with the Evil Demons and Mo Zun spanning eons.

In the past, Mu Liu Qing had an extraordinary gift, creating chaotic fire in reverse, drawing the covetous eyes of the Hong Huang Clans. A massive brawl ensued, a great encirclement that turned the land into a mountain of corpses and a river of blood.

In that war, Mu Liu Qing fell, the Evil Demon fell, and Mo Yuan fell.

The only survivor was Hong Lian, who later defied the heavens to become an emperor, sacrificing with the Hong Lian Karmic Fire to burn the eight desolates' gods, leading to the extinction of many Hong Huang races. The female emperor's infamous slaughter began then, leaving her as the only emperor in history who wrought such massive killing.

The Shen Yi Clan and Tian Gou Clan were among the fish that slipped the net; they'd participated in that encirclement but escaped the karmic fire, lying low for eons before returning to wreak havoc.

Bang! Boom!

Under the gaze of all, Chi Mei Xie Shen and Tun Tian Mo Zun charged out of the city walls, their surging fury clouding their minds as they both demonized. Though not at their former peaks, they still shook the world, like demonic gods and queens, their combat power overwhelming.

In this two-against-two, it was a battle of Hong Huang-level great gods, capable of destroying the heavens and earth.

It was clear that the Shen Yi Quasi-Emperor and Tian Gou Quasi-Emperor were no match for the Evil Demon and Mo Yuan. To be precise, they'd underestimated them— even not at full strength, they were still being crushed.

Ah!

Watching the frenzied Evil Demon and Mo Yuan, Jiang Tai Xu sighed involuntarily.

He was also from the Hong Huang era, on par with Tun Tian Mo Zun. In that brutal war back then, he was present—not as a fighter, but as a spectator. He'd witnessed the carnage firsthand and seen Hong Lian become an emperor, furiously sacrificing the karmic fire to burn the eight desolates' gods.

So, he understood the mindsets of Mo Yuan and the Evil Demon all too well.

"No time for reminiscing; it's our turn." Xiao Yao Zi smiled and was the first to step out of the city walls, followed closely by Tian Chen Zi, Xuan Zhen Zi, Wu Ji Zi, Yun Xiao Zi, and Chi Yang Zi.

Jiang Tai Xu withdrew his gaze and stepped out as well; the Dong Hua Qi Zi were all present, facing seven Quasi-Emperors from the Bi Fang Clan, each at the absolute peak and as strong as emperors.

"The Dong Hua Qi Zi are truly a joke." The Bi Fang Seven Quasi-Emperors sneered.

In the next instant, one's head was severed, taken down by Jiang Tai Xu with a single sword.

Blood sprayed forth, vivid and crimson, and the battle grew even more bloody.

The Dong Hua Qi Zi shook the nine heavens and ten earths; they'd once united to slay an emperor, their combined power immense. Seven against seven, they dominated the Bi Fang Clan from the start, spattering blood across the skies.

"Everyone has their own grudges, all coming to settle scores." Wu San Pao coughed dryly.

"Whether public or private, as long as it buys time, it's fine." Wuya Daoist stroked his beard, speaking as he glanced south, hoping Ye Chen would make the most of it.

"The Hong Huang Qilin has moved." Taiyi Zhenren suddenly spoke.

His words drew everyone's attention, all eyes turning to one side.

In view, Jiu Chen stepped out of the city walls.

The world's gazes sparkled; they all knew the Hong Huang Qilin was powerful, unmatched in bloodline in this era. He'd never truly fought before, but today, they could witness it firsthand.

Facing Jiu Chen weren't one, but three opponents from the Mang Jiao Clan.

Speaking of the Hong Huang Qilin and the Mang Jiao Clan, there were grudges between them.

In the ancient Hong Huang era, the Hong Huang Qilin Clan's emperor fell, leading to their decline. The Mang Jiao Clan coveted the Qilin bloodline and allied with other Hong Huang Clans for a massacre, killing countless Qilins. At that time, Jiu Chen was just an infant, sealed in a source stone. The Hong Huang Qilin Clan was wiped out, leaving only him alive—the sole remaining Hong Huang Qilin in the world. His fate mirrored that of Wu Tian Jian Zun.

As time passed, as the heir of the imperial Qilin lineage, how could he forget that blood debt?

The usually jovial Jiu Chen was silent today.

Yet his silence was oppressively suffocating; the heavens and earth froze with ice, even the universe and yin-yang were halted by a towering killing intent.

"Qilin remnant, face death." The three Mang Jiao sneered, attacking from three sides, each transforming into their true form—neither dragon nor serpent, their bodies larger than even the Cang Dragons, their massive blood eyes seeming to drip blood, making the world's hearts tremble.

Roar!

A thunderous roar echoed as Jiu Chen transformed into his true form, a genuine Hong Huang Qilin, majestic as a mountain. Every piece of his Qilin armor gleamed with radiant immortal light, accompanied by visions. He cultivated the Dao of Destruction, his bloodline so strong that even the entire Hong Huang Clan couldn't help but frown—it was a suppression of bloodlines unmatched in the three realms.

Boom!

The skies collapsed, pulverized by the Hong Huang Qilin. His heavy Qilin divine body was unstoppable, every roar like eternal thunder shaking the immortal dome.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battle began; one Hong Huang Qilin against three Mang Jiao. The heavens crumbled, the earth shattered, Hong Huang immortal light rampaged, with no Emperor Dao Immortal Techniques—just raw physical assaults. Blood rain poured down, drenching the world in crimson.

Facing three at once, Jiu Chen held the upper hand, pressing the Mang Jiao.

Gulp!

The people of the heavens were stunned, swallowing hard. They knew the Hong Huang Qilin was strong, but not to this extent. An ordinary Quasi-Emperor approaching would likely be ground to dust before getting close; his bloodline was too powerful, his pressure too terrifying—only peak Quasi-Emperors could withstand it.

"Compared to him, you're just playing around." Kui Niu glanced at Nan Di.

Nan Di didn't respond, only stared in a daze.

As fellow Qilins, compared to the Hong Huang Qilin, this little Qilin was indeed just fooling around. In terms of combat power, he didn't even qualify to look up to Jiu Chen.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battles outside the city walls were on an epic scale; countless arenas, each with apocalyptic immortal light and destructive visions. Every wisp of battle aura carried annihilating power—anyone below peak Quasi-Emperor level dared not approach.

"The Battle of the Gods, is it?" The cultivators of the heavens murmured, staring blankly.

Yes, it was the Battle of the Gods—one side Hong Huang-level great gods, the other the heavens' divine powerhouses. Same-realm clashes were a contest of Daos and a war of gods.