Chapter 2355: A Little Something?

Chapter 2355: Release Some?

"Good to hear." Ye Chen smiled and slowly closed his eyes, turning his gaze toward Xuanyuan Dizi.

In truth, he had quite a deep connection with the Xuanyuan lineage.

Recalling the past, when the Tianmo invaded Da Chu, it was thanks to the Xuanyuan Sword's aid that he managed to slay the Tianmo Emperor. Moreover, their origins were linked; the Sheng Ti was from the Xuanyuan Emperor's paternal bloodline, and the Xuanling Body was from the maternal bloodline. The three bloodlines naturally shared an affinity.

As they spoke, Xuanyuan Dizi had already arrived, standing tall and imposing.

His silence and reticence were much like that of the Wine Sword Immortal, carrying a cold aloofness. If he were in the mortal world, someone with such an aura would likely be an assassin.

With his stance set, divine light burst forth, enveloping his sturdy physique in radiant glory. His hair, like a waterfall, was dyed with immortal light, and his deep eyes embodied the essence of the Dao.

He was truly a man of few words, skipping any preamble and launching straight into attack. His palm struck like a divine blade, cleaving out an immortal river that stretched eighty thousand zhang east to west, splitting the vast starry sky.

Ye Chen's Sheng Ti trembled as he summoned the Thunder Immortal Sea, swallowing up that heavenly immortal river.

Xuanyuan Dizi stepped on the void and instantly closed in, merging thousands of secret arts into a single finger. Sword cries echoed, leaving one unsure if it was the finger or an immortal sword at play—only that its power was overwhelmingly dominant and indestructible.

This finger upended the heavens and earth, not just delivering a killing blow but also imposing a seal.

The so-called seal referred to a lockdown; even Ye Chen's Di Dao Miaomiao was rendered useless, locked in place. Though he cast his Di Dao Miaomiao immortal arts, his body couldn't etherealize, and Wu Qing's finger pierced straight through his chest. Splendid Sheng blood sprayed out, strikingly vivid.

"The strongest Great Emperor's son is no exaggeration." Ye Chen laughed, stepping into the heavens and countering with a equally dominant finger, striking Xuanyuan Dizi's shoulder from afar and shattering his bones.

In this round of combat, they each had their wins and losses.

But this was merely a warm-up; both their auras surged simultaneously, reaching their peaks in an instant.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battle erupted, filling the star domain with thunderous roars. The already shattered starry sky descended into chaos, with the remaining stars exploding one after another, turning to ash amid destructive omens.

The vast star domain was profound and eerily silent.

In that stretch of space, Ye Chen's Sheng Ti and Xuanyuan Dizi seemed like two suns, radiating the most brilliant light and illuminating the world, dazzling all who beheld them.

It was clear that Xuanyuan Dizi was at a disadvantage, unable to withstand Ye Chen's assaults.

No one was surprised by this; even Xuanyuan Emperor at the same level might not prevail, let alone his son. The gap between an Emperor's son and a young emperor level was evident in their cultivation.

However, despite being on the back foot, Xuanyuan Dizi's prowess was undeniable, with many trump cards that caught Ye Chen off guard at times. The domineering Sheng Ti was marked with bloody gashes.

"Usually so quiet, but when it comes to fighting, they're all fierce as can be!" Kui Niu sighed in admiration, hands clasped as he watched, his large bovine eyes gleaming with splendor.

"Pity he's up against our seventh brother." Xiao Yuan Huang shrugged.

No one refuted this; the strength of the Sheng Ti was well-known. A fierce fighter who had battled sixty-four emperors wasn't just talk—such power left even Great Emperor's sons in the dust.

"Seeing him unleash his peak strength for the first time, it's truly ferocious." The other Emperor's sons couldn't help but marvel, their eyes filled with wariness toward Xuanyuan Dizi. His combat prowess far exceeded expectations.

And his opponent was even more dominant, like a living beast.

The onlookers watched without blinking, afraid to miss a single moment.

Many used secret arts to etch the battle scenes into their eyes, treasuring such a stunning fight to revisit later.

It was unclear when the booms finally faded; the battle had ended.

The loser was Xuanyuan Dizi, his body drenched in blood and bones exposed.

Yet, his expression remained unchanged from start to finish—still that same indifference—as he quietly withdrew. This time, he had unleashed his full peak strength but still couldn't match the Sheng Ti.

He must have understood the meaning behind his father's words, why he was unsealed in this era: because this era was extraordinary, teeming with monstrous talents beyond count.

"Welcome to our group." Kui Niu and Xiao Yuan Huang chuckled.

However, Xuanyuan Dizi acted as if he hadn't heard, standing silently as he had arrived, offering no response. This left the ox and the monkey feeling rather awkward—at least acknowledge it!

In that part of the starry sky, Ye Chen had already removed his bloodstained outer robe and changed into a new Daoist garment.

Once done, he glanced toward a certain side, eyeing the Emperor's sons who hadn't yet entered the fight. His gaze clearly conveyed one message: If you're going to fight, get on with it.

This look was effective; someone stepped forward—it was Youming Dizi.

Yang Feng's demeanor bore some resemblance to Chen Yi's—elegant and carefree, carrying the inheritance of the emperor's path and its eternal legends. Each step he took landed on the aura of the Great Dao.

His bloodline was quite domineering, which was why Ye Chen, back in the Youming Mainland, had considered drawing some of his blood. Unfortunately, it was stopped by Youming's elders.

"Release some?" Ye Chen stroked his chin, his eyes shining brightly. He still couldn't discern Yang Feng's bloodline, only knowing it formed unique phenomena that intertwined with the origin and echoed the heavenly sounds of the Great Dao.

Opposite him, Youming Dizi had already drawn his sword, its blade etched with immortal patterns that seemed alive, as if possessing some spirituality. They depicted the Taiji and Eight Trigrams, serving both as seals and killing strikes.

"Youming Immortal Body." Ye Chen murmured softly, recognizing Yang Feng's bloodline from that spirituality. He had only heard of it in myths before; today was his first time seeing it in the flesh.

Buzz!

In a moment of distraction, Yang Feng's Taiji and Eight Trigrams descended, collapsing the starry sky.

Ye Chen raised his hand, manifesting Kunlun Dao arts to dissolve the Taiji and Eight Trigrams.

Zing!

In that instant, Youming Dizi closed in, his sword like a rainbow piercing through, devastating everything in its path. It carried both locking and sealing effects, much like Xuanyuan Dizi's earlier dominant finger.

Having learned from his previous mistake, Ye Chen surged with his origin force, breaking the lock, and instantly formed a Dao sword. With a gust of wind, he clashed swords with Youming Dizi across the heavens.

Clang!

Centered on the point where their sword tips met, waves of destructive light spread, carrying terrifying sword energy that carved crack after crack into the void.

The onlookers hastily retreated, fearing the aftermath.

When they looked back at the battlefield, Ye Chen and Yang Feng had already engaged in the void—one to the east, one to the west, one like a war god, the other like an immortal king. Each strike was an emperor's immortal art, creating massive disturbances.

Like the other Emperor's sons, Yang Feng was slightly lacking in cultivation. Though he countered many of Ye Chen's trump cards, he couldn't withstand the Sheng Ti's domineering attacks, and the fresh blood of the Emperor's son stained the vast starry sky.

By the time they landed, the battle had concluded.

"I've lost." Yang Feng steadied himself, sheathing his immortal sword with a casual flick. He accepted defeat gracefully, smiling as he withdrew, his eyes reflecting newfound enlightenment. In the brink of life and death, he had grasped a trace of the Dao's truth. As said before, Ye Chen was indeed an excellent whetstone.

Following his retreat, others entered the arena—not just one, but three: Yukong Dizi, Wuji Dizi, and Qing Emperor's Son, arriving side by side with equally imposing auras.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, instantly realizing this was a group assault. So many Emperor's sons had fought one-on-one, yet these three were the exception. How uniquely outstanding.

"The Sheng Ti shouldn't mind the three of us attacking together." Qing Emperor's Son drew his immortal sword, huffing on its blade before wiping it with his sleeve.

"Since we're here, no need for formalities. That guy's tough." Wuji Dizi said, also polishing his sword until it shone brightly, ready for bloodshed.

Yukong Dizi followed suit, his golden sword gleaming like snow.

Ye Chen said nothing, his expression meaningful.

Then, he summoned the Chaos Cauldron, transforming it into an iron staff that hummed and vibrated. He was determined to have a good chat about life with these three Emperor's sons. Whether it was three-on-one or five-on-one, it didn't matter—he had battled sixty-four emperors and wasn't afraid of them.

"Three against one—have you no shame?" Kui Niu scolded.

"Shame's useless." Wuji Dizi chuckled.

"Hey." Xiao Yuan Huang was unhappy and moved to join the fight, but Xiao Chen held him back.

As the son of the War King, Xiao Chen saw it more clearly.

The three Emperor's sons teaming up had a special purpose. One or two fighting alone couldn't handle Ye Chen's peak strength, but a three-on-one setup would provide better training.

He could see it, and so could the other Emperor's sons—they shared an understanding as equals.

Wuji Dizi smiled as he vanished in an instant, reappearing before Ye Chen with a sword of annihilation, ignoring his physical body and targeting his primordial spirit—a lethal strike.

Ye Chen instantly used Di Dao Miaomiao to etherealize his body, dodging the kill.

At the same time, he flipped his hand and swung the staff, forcing Wuji Dizi back.

Yukong Dizi charged in, his sword cleaving the heavens and splitting the cosmos.

As Ye Chen moved to counter, he felt a binding force descend—Qing Emperor's Son was coordinating with Yukong Dizi, one attacking while the other cast restrictive arts for support.

"Break!"

Ye Chen shouted lightly, shattering the binding seal, and soared away, narrowly evading Yukong Dizi's sword. He activated the Di Dao Fuxi formation, trapping him inside.

"Open!"

Yukong Dizi said calmly, knowing how to break arrays, and burst out in an instant.

"Come on." Ye Chen laughed, striding on the Immortal Sea with the vast starry sky overhead, wielding the iron staff as he charged forth with surging vital energy, like a war god conquering the eight directions.

"No need to hold back." The three Emperor's sons smiled, attacking from three sides.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Deafening roars shook the starry dome endlessly. Their figures were unseen, only bursts of destructive immortal light and collapsing swaths of starry sky, stained with the blood of the Sheng Ti and the Emperor's sons. The four-way battle created waves so immense that the spectators retreated repeatedly.

The three Emperor's sons' prowess was no joke; each bore the inheritance of the emperor's path and mastered numerous immortal arts, with flawless coordination. Even Ye Chen, formidable as he was, frequently found himself at a disadvantage.

As Xiao Chen had anticipated, they aimed to force Ye Chen's peak strength.

And Ye Chen indeed went all out for the first time. In this three-on-one setup, he suppressed them single-handedly, fighting with wild abandon and overwhelming dominance.

In contrast, the three Emperor's sons grew more shocked the longer they fought; Ye Chen was terrifying, a man who had battled sixty-four others wasn't just boasting. Even united, they weren't his match.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

"He's destined to be invincible in this life." An elder cultivator murmured, smiling with contentment and feeling his own age. The rise of the new generation was upholding the world.

"I wonder how he compares to Zhao Yun." Ming Jue laughed.

"They should be evenly matched." Bai Zhi replied with a light smile, having witnessed Zhao Yun's power. After several centuries, with Ye Chen gaining many opportunities, Zhao Yun likely had as well.

"I'd love to see him fight Dongshen." Di Jiu Xian grinned.

This remark brightened the eyes of the Emperor's sons; they had nearly forgotten about Yaochi. This couple was incredibly fierce; in same-level combat, they might go hundreds of rounds without a winner.

Compared to them, everyone else paled.

This era's two brightest stars both came from the same family, both genuine young emperor levels. With those two monsters overshadowing them, even Great Emperor's sons felt awkward.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Amid the discussions, three booms rang out in succession—the three Emperor's sons, all drenched in blood as they fell into the void, their bodies slamming into the starry sky, each more battered than the last.

In this three-on-one formation, they had lost. Even together, they couldn't overcome the Sheng Ti.

In the distance, only Ye Chen remained, gripping the bloodstained iron staff, his golden vital energy surging and enveloping his Sheng Ti in radiant immortal light. Every strand was mesmerizing.

"This presence is blinding." Ri Yue Shenzi smirked.

"I suggest we beat him up!" Xiao Yuan Huang scratched his monkey fur.

"That might not be right!" The group of Emperor's sons took a deep breath, saying so verbally, but their hands were already busy, each drawing their weapons.

Then, they all charged at Ye Chen.

"What's this? Still want a group beating?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, smiling brightly.

Seeing his confident demeanor, the spectators felt assured.

But as Ye Chen smiled, he suddenly turned and fled. He wasn't afraid at his peak, but now he wasn't, and he couldn't handle a mob beating.

Not to mention others, just Ming Jue and Bai Zhi, both with Di Dao divine essence, were formidable. Plus, he was injured.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bai Zhi blocked his path head-on, using Di Dao divine essence to slap him back. Before he could stop, Ming Jue arrived.

What followed was a scene too gruesome to describe; the once majestic tenth emperor of Da Chu was surrounded, his figure vanishing amid the chaos. It was quite bloody.

Notably, the Sheng Ti's cries still carried a regal air.

The onlookers watched with a sense of gravity; the ways of the heavens remained as fierce as ever. Seeing Ye Chen get mobbed, they felt gratified—not just gratified, but some were rolling up their sleeves, eager to join in for a kick or two. It seemed quite satisfying.

It wasn't long before the Emperor's sons dispersed.

Only then did the crowd see Ye Chen, sprawled in the starry sky, sleeping soundly. His entire body was layered with footprints, and his hair, which should have flowed like a waterfall, was messier than a bird's nest—all courtesy of Di Jiu Xian and the other women.

As for the Emperor's sons, they were the picture of leisure after their joint thrashing. The women held small mirrors, fixing their disheveled hair, while the men each carried a wine flask, drinking leisurely.

After so many years, this was their first time feeling so refreshed. If Ye Chen's treasures hadn't been hidden in the Chaos Small World, they might have looted them clean.

Poor Ye Chen, his lifelong glory was thoroughly dismantled. He had boldly taken on each Emperor's son individually, but the outcome was this surprising twist. He feared no one one-on-one, but the enemy was just too numerous and fierce.