Chapter 2350: Queue Up to Get Beat

The great battle finally ended. Xiao Chen retreated disheartened but with a relaxed smile. In his eyes, his fighting spirit had never waned. An existence like Ye Chen was a nightmare but also a fortunate encounter.

Seeing Xiao Chen exit, the crowd of Emperor's Son level prodigies instantly perked up.

"Don't move, I'm handsome, I'll go first."

"Don't be silly, I'll go first."

"Get lost, I'll go first."

The Emperor's Son level prodigies were brimming with fighting intent, eager to challenge Ye Chen. The scene instantly became chaotic, looking almost like they were fighting over a treasure. Each one feared being left behind, and arguments quickly turned into near brawls. From a distance, it was quite a sight.

The older generations stroked their beards, watching with meaningful expressions.

The younger ones rubbed their chins, observing with a sense of gravity.

Whether from the older or younger generations, everyone's gaze was oddly peculiar. Did this group of Emperor's Son level prodigies have a masochistic tendency? They had seen all sorts of things, but never anyone so eager to queue up and get beaten.

In the central starry sky, Ye Chen had already pulled out his wine flask. He glanced sideways at the crowd of prodigies, paying extra attention to whoever was shouting the loudest. Later, he would make sure to hit them harder.

In the end, under his watchful eye, Kui Niu was the first to step forward. He carried his black gold battle axe, his large eyes gleaming brightly, without a hint of jest. He had the air of someone facing death with resolve.

As for the other prodigies, they were quite cooperative, already lining up in order, standing straight and neat as a row. At a glance, it was truly a striking sight.

"Queuing up to get beaten - how entertaining." The old folks chuckled, hands tucked behind their backs.

On the other side, Kui Niu had taken his position, facing Ye Chen across the vast sky.

No wonder they called him a bull; he was full of bull-like bravado. His entire body exuded an overbearing aura. His origin force was immense, his vital energy surging, and his body surface crackled with lightning that tore through the air. Only someone with an extraordinarily powerful physique could manifest such lightning.

"Old Seven, don't hold back."

"Understood."

Ye Chen laughed and casually tossed aside his wine flask, his smile revealing his teeth. He had no intention of holding back. Among their group of brothers, he always thought Kui Niu was the most promising, and since the day they swore brotherhood, he had wanted to thrash him. He had been itching for it for centuries.

As he spoke, he summoned the Chaos Cauldron, transforming it into a spiked club.

"Battle!"

Kui Niu roared, engraving divine patterns on his forehead. His combat power instantly peaked. He stepped on rolling immortal rivers and charged forward, his heavenly strike with the axe overwhelmingly dominant, cleaving open the vast universe.

Ye Chen was even more aggressive. With one step, he shattered the heavens, swinging his club down.

Boom!

The sound of metal clashing erupted, shaking eardrums to the point of bleeding.

Then, everyone's eyes turned in unison to one side, their gazes shifting left and right as they watched Kui Niu get sent flying by Ye Chen's strike. His arm exploded, blood and bones scattering, as he crashed through over a dozen ancient stars along the way.

"Battle!"

Kui Niu stabilized himself mid-flight, his shattered arm regenerating in an instant.

Before he could make a move, Ye Chen had already teleported in, smashing down with another club strike.

Kui Niu's expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his battle axe to block.

Boom! Bang! Thud!

These three sounds rang out in succession. Kui Niu was forced to his knees in the starry sky by Ye Chen's blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His arm, which had just healed, exploded again.

"Get up!"

Kui Niu roared, shoving against the club. In that moment, another divine pattern appeared on his forehead; it was the exclusive divine pattern of the Kui Niu clan. As it engraved itself, his black hair turned strand by strand into blood-red, and amidst his surging vital energy, a demonic aura emerged. He looked like a true demon, his presence wildly violent, capable of devouring mountains and rivers. His combat power climbed another level.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow; this was his first time seeing Kui Niu in this form.

Though Ye Chen did not know what it was, Xiao Yuan Huang did. Kui Niu's bloodline had regressed to an ancient state, fully unlocking his divine repositories and gaining even older inheritances. This demonized form was one of them.

Everyone knew that the demonized state boosted combat power, and Kui Niu's demonized divine repository was particularly domineering. Even his bare arms were etched with ancient divine patterns.

His eyes were the most terrifying; his pupils had vanished, like two black voids swirling with lightning. If you looked closely, you could see destructive visions unfolding within them.

"Battle!"

Kui Niu's roar shook the starry dome, his axe cleaving out an eight-thousand-zhang immortal river.

Ye Chen snapped back to attention but could not dodge in time and was forced to stagger backward from the strike.

"Take this from your old bull!"

Kui Niu charged through the air, relying on nothing but his axe, which was engraved with his own Dao principles, enhanced by his bloodline power and demonized strength.

"You've impressed me."

Ye Chen smiled and met the attack head-on.

Boom! Clang! Clang!

The sounds of metal colliding rang out again, chaotic and intense, with brilliant sparks flying each time. One like a demon god, the other like a war god, they fought fiercely, collapsing the starry sky once more.

The demonized Kui Niu was truly formidable, his attacks overwhelmingly savage. Even the other Emperor's Son level prodigies could not help but sigh in admiration; they had underestimated that old bull; he still had hidden cards.

Unfortunately, facing Ye Chen, he was still no match. He was completely suppressed, getting beaten from the western starry sky all the way to the eastern expanse. Each of Ye Chen's strikes was more dominant than the last.

Even so, Ye Chen was holding back. If he used his peak combat power or revealed his trump cards, Kui Niu would have been defeated countless times over. Not to mention anything else, just his Flying Thunder God technique was something Kui Niu could not withstand; after all, Kui Niu was still far behind Xiao Chen.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Splendid blood flowers bloomed frequently in the starry sky, with Kui Niu's blood and bones scattering everywhere. Even in his demonized state with the combat boost, he was still hammered down without respite.

"Your Old Seven is trying to usurp the top spot!"

Ming Jue said meaningfully.

"I can see that." Xiao Yuan Huang coughed dryly. If this kept up, their boss would be beaten to ashes by their Old Seven. Once that happened, Old Seven would become the new leader, and as the fourth brother, he would have to call Ye Chen "big brother" from then on.

"He's defeated."

Tian Shuo murmured lightly.

No need for him to say it; everyone could see that the boss, Kui Niu, hadn't been turned to ash, but his physical body had been obliterated, leaving only a faint primordial spirit lingering there, muttering complaints.

"Come on, let's continue."

Ye Chen's fighting spirit was high as he approached, club in hand.

"Continue your sister, get lost."

Kui Niu waved him off, cursing under his breath, and voluntarily retreated with his battle axe. He really could not handle Ye Chen's assaults anymore. Fighting on would just be asking for trouble. He was tough, but not stupid. He was certain Ye Chen hadn't used his full strength; otherwise, he wouldn't have lasted five rounds. They weren't even in the same league; what was the point of continuing?

Compared to his earlier bravado, he returned looking utterly deflated. The whole fight had only lasted about twenty rounds, leaving him questioning his existence.

"Now it's my turn."

Xiao Yuan Huang shouted and charged forward with his black gold iron club.

As a descendant of the Dou Zhan Saint Ape, his aura was fiercely dominant. His clan's techniques were extremely aggressive, often harming their own foundations, which was why the Dou Zhan Saint Apes were known as the shortest-lived great emperors.

What followed was rather awkward.

Xiao Yuan Huang fared even worse than Kui Niu. He charged in boldly, only to be sent flying back by Ye Chen in three strikes. His physical body was also destroyed, leaving only his primordial spirit swaying in the wind.

Indeed, Ye Chen had been a bit harsher this time, even more so than with Kui Niu.

He justified it to himself with a perfectly reasonable excuse: There were too many people lining up to fight him, so he had to move quickly; one down, next up. So many were waiting in line.

"Embarrassing, isn't it?"

Kui Niu glanced at Xiao Yuan Huang.

"Embarrassing." Xiao Yuan Huang hung his head, deep in thought about life's philosophies. Getting sent back in three strikes by his own Old Seven had him questioning his existence; it was mortifying.

Kui Niu took a deep breath and glanced toward Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen was in bad shape too. Though his body was still intact, his wounds would not heal, blood trickled from his mouth from time to time, and his face was deathly pale. The war dragon that usually coiled around him looked equally listless.

This was all thanks to Ye Chen.

Among the three surviving brothers, one was crippled, and the other two were left with only their physical bodies. Their brotherhood must be incredibly strong for him to go that far.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As the two stood there awkwardly, another battle had already begun on the other side, this time between Ye Chen and the Sun Moon God Child.

Compared to Kui Niu and Xiao Yuan Huang, the Sun Moon God Child had deeper cultivation. His Sun Moon Immortal Arts could seize heaven and earth, and there were a few moments when he nearly caught Ye Chen off guard, leaving the onlookers astonished.

However, no matter how profound the immortal arts were, they were ineffective against Ye Chen.

The battle came quickly and ended just as fast.

When it concluded, the Sun Moon God Child returned clutching his waist, walking with a limp, his face bruised and swollen. For some reason, Ye Chen seemed to enjoy targeting his face; it was completely disfigured, and his head was still buzzing. He, too, was left questioning his existence.

Glancing at Ye Chen, his face clearly spelled out one word: Thrilled.

Every time they saw him like that, everyone else felt an inexplicable itch to take a swing at him.

"I'm up."

Dong Zhou Wu Wang Song Yu shouted resoundingly and stepped into the battlefield.

Seeing him enter, Ye Chen could not help but think of the Di Dao Piaomiao. It was an absolute emperor's path immortal art, exclusive to the Great Zhou imperial clan, though some outliers like Hong Chen might also know it. This art could seize heaven and earth, allowing the user to virtualize their body for a set period, ignoring external attacks while still landing hits on others.

"How about we add some stakes?"

Ye Chen said with a grin.

"What do you mean?"

Dong Zhou Wu Wang raised an eyebrow.

"If I defeat you in three rounds, teach me Di Dao Piaomiao."

"If you don't, what will you give me?"

Dong Zhou Wu Wang looked at Ye Chen with a smile.

"My life-bound weapon is yours."

"Deal."

Dong Zhou Wu Wang stroked his chin. Honestly, he quite liked Ye Chen's Chaos Cauldron; it was a priceless divine artifact. Forget everything else; just the thousands of Dun Jia Tian characters engraved on it made it invaluable.

Clang!

As he pondered, a sword hum suddenly rang out. Ye Chen had already manifested his Dao sword.

"Defeat me in three rounds? How am I supposed to save face?"

Dong Zhou Wu Wang laughed, cracking his neck forcefully. Ancient immortal patterns engraved themselves on his forehead, and his aura instantly reached its peak. His vast vital energy, fused with Dao principles, gathered into an ocean in an instant, with numerous profound visions manifesting within the immortal sea, outlining a vast realm.

"That remains to be seen."

Ye Chen smiled and vanished in a flash, reappearing right in front of Dong Zhou Wu Wang. His sword struck like the wind, aimed straight at his forehead; a killing blow targeting the primordial spirit.

Song Yu was startled, underestimating Ye Chen's speed.

In that instant, he activated Di Dao Piaomiao, virtualizing his body.

Clang!

Ye Chen's Dao sword arrived, but it passed right through him.

At the same moment, Song Yu's hand formed a divine blade, slashing toward Ye Chen's back.

This strike was extremely fierce, infused with countless secret arts and engraved with his own Dao principles; it was like an indestructible divine blade, capable of cleaving Ye Chen's sacred body in two.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated. His strike missed, because in that instant, Ye Chen used Flying Thunder God. And at the same time, the duration of Di Dao Piaomiao's virtualization ended.

"You're done."

Once everyone recovered from their daze, they heard Ye Chen's words.

Looking at the starry sky, Dong Zhou Wu Wang stood silently.

Ye Chen was behind him, his resonating Dao sword already embedded in his shoulder. With just a moment, he could sever Song Yu's head and extinguish his primordial spirit.

"What just happened?"

Xiao Yuan Huang looked completely baffled.

Everyone else was baffled too. In the blink of an eye, the fight was decided. No one knew how Ye Chen had dodged Song Yu's strike or how he had gotten behind him. It all happened in a flash.

"It's Flying Thunder God."

Li Feng Qiu murmured, a hint of wariness in his eyes.

Like him, the other Emperor's Son level prodigies realized it too. As sons of great emperors, their insight was sharp; Ye Chen had turned three rounds into an instant, using the Flying Thunder God technique with masterful precision.

"Does the Saint Body know Flying Thunder God?"

Everyone was shocked.

"The innate divine ability of the Ji Mie Shen Ti, a kill technique that stands above all in history—and he knows it too."

"Not just knows it—he's incredibly skilled with it."

Discussions erupted, filled with sighs, tsks of amazement, shock, and doubt. It was an eye-opener. If they hadn't seen it themselves, they wouldn't have known Ye Chen had such a trump card.

The most incredulous was Song Yu himself. He couldn't believe he had lost so decisively—in an instant, three rounds were over, and he was defeated just as quickly.

Sigh!

With a sigh, he shook his head helplessly, admitting his defeat.

"A deal's a deal."

Ye Chen sheathed his Dao sword, grinning broadly.

"Of course."

Song Yu smiled and flicked out a jade slip.

"How could I accept this?"

Ye Chen laughed, though his hands were already moving swiftly to take it. This battle had been worth it—he had gained an emperor's path immortal art.

"Is there anything you wouldn't accept?"

Song Yu flicked his robe and exited the field.

Seeing him leave, the old folks stroked their beards.

Counting it up, Ye Chen had won four fights, each opponent left in a pitiful state. Dong Zhou Wu Wang, in particular, was still standing without a scratch.

But no injuries didn't mean no loss—he had inexplicably given away an emperor's path immortal art.

To be fair, in this gamble, Dong Zhou Wu Wang had been caught off guard. Though he knew Ye Chen could use Flying Thunder God, he hadn't expected him to be so proficient. Without it, lasting three rounds wouldn't have been an issue, and he wouldn't have lost so decisively.

As the facts proved, the legendary Ye Chen never fought unprepared. Daring to make a bet meant he was certain to win, catching his opponent by surprise and walking away with the Great Zhou imperial clan's immortal art.

"Embarrassing, isn't it?"

Xiao Yuan Huang and Kui Niu asked from either side, offering their condolences.

"Embarrassing."

Dong Zhou Wu Wang rubbed his brow. This was the most frustrating battle of his career—an instant for three rounds, and he hadn't even gotten to use his emperor's path immortal arts. Not only the crowd was baffled; he was defeated in utter confusion.