Chapter 2440: Let Me Swallow It!

Pfft!

Lian Yu Di Zi was drenched in blood, staggering from Ye Chen's palm strike.

Good!

Cheers erupted from below, forming a tidal wave.

Lian Yu Di Zi seemed like an unlucky kid, with no one cheering for him; the crowd from the various heavens shouted even louder, making his ears ring and fueling his frustration.

Opposite him, Ye Chen slowed his attacks slightly, scanning his opponent repeatedly.

He was an emperor's son.

Ye Chen had basically confirmed this, and his father must not be among the 130 emperors of Xuan Huang; he was likely an emperor from the ancient Heavenly Court. The other four young emperors were probably also from emperor lineages, all sons of emperors and at the young emperor level.

This didn't surprise him.

The ancient Heavenly Court era differed from this one, with no emperor path seals suppressing them, allowing multiple emperors to coexist. Perhaps the fathers of these five young emperors were even close brothers!

"Hit him hard, fight to the death."

Speaking of close brothers, Xiao Yuan Huang and Kui Niu were truly loyal. Amid the mountains of spectators and thunderous cheers, their shouts were the loudest, their voices overpowering everyone else's.

Kui Niu, in particular, was the most fired up and excited. As a top-tier emperor lineage heir, being beaten twice in one day was unbearable.

In the eastern heavens, Wang Chuan Di Nu and her two companions had stopped and scanned the crowd thoroughly, but instead of finding their target, they endured a lot of insults, leaving them all looking awkward.

"Clearly, he's hiding," Huang Quan Di Zi pondered.

"With such emphasis from above, his identity must be anything but simple," Ming Tu Di Zi said, taking a deep breath. "He could even be a young emperor, and an extremely terrifying one at that."

"Have you seen Tian Xu Di Zi? Do you know where he is?" Wang Chuan Di Nu asked.

"Who knows?" Huang Quan Di Zi waved a hand, while Ming Tu Di Zi shrugged, as if they were used to it—Tian Xu Di Zi always went his own way.

"Defeated! Defeated!"

As the three spoke, shouts rang out, drawing their attention.

The "defeated" referred to Lian Yu Di Zi, who had finally plummeted from the sky. The immortal light around him had dimmed significantly, his body covered in blood and wounds, all courtesy of Ye Chen.

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous crash, a massive mountain collapsed from the impact.

"Nicely done!" Kui Niu howled like a wolf, laughing the hardest. After taking two beatings, he finally felt vindicated—his seventh brother had turned the tables.

"Still as formidable as ever, radiating dominance."

"The Saint Body is invincible at the same level." The crowd laughed. So what if he was a young emperor? He couldn't match Da Chu's tenth emperor. The glory of the Saint Body lineage wasn't given by the masses; it was fought for, from great emperors down to Qi Condensation realm cultivators—Ye Chen had taken on them all.

Amid the flying debris, Lian Yu Di Zi rose to his feet. His wounds had healed somewhat, his physique still tough, but he didn't charge back into the sky for battle. He had been defeated, overcome by the Ancient Saint Body.

Yet, though defeated, his eyes still burned with fighting spirit.

That gaze conveyed one message: We will fight again another day.

"Whenever you're ready."

Ye Chen descended step by step from the void, smiling casually. While speaking to Lian Yu Di Zi, his divine sense was still scanning the heavens, searching for the mysterious Saint Body.

Regrettably, he found nothing.

"I'll go."

Before Ye Chen could land, another figure stepped into the air—it was Ming Tu Di Zi, who had removed his black robe to reveal his striking features. He was quite handsome, with sharp, piercing eyes and surging vital energy. Each step he took made the universe tremble.

Ye Chen took a swig from his flask, not even glancing over, as if he already knew who it was.

This guy was a tough one, not inferior to Lian Yu Di Zi. All the young emperors were monsters, especially these five from the forbidden zones—none were to be underestimated. Ye Chen didn't take him lightly.

"Another young emperor?"

The spectators, who had been preparing to leave, stared in stunned unison.

"Where are all these young emperors coming from? Which family is this one from?"

"The various heavens truly hide dragons and crouching tigers." Older cultivators sighed endlessly. They had thought the heavens only had the Saint Body and Yao Chi as young emperors, but unexpectedly, two more had emerged—ones they'd never heard of, each stronger than the last.

If people knew that besides Ye Chen and Yao Chi, there were five more young emperors, they would surely marvel at the extraordinary era, teeming with prodigies.

Bang!

Ming Tu Di Zi had arrived. His final step shattered the void, exuding immense presence. The immortal light radiating from him was dazzling, with faint dao principles entwinning his body, accompanied by the sounds of the great dao and ancient visions.

"Take it easy." Lian Yu Di Zi glanced at Ming Tu Di Zi and wisely stepped aside. He couldn't beat Ye Chen, and neither could Ming Tu Di Zi—the Saint Body was too strong.

Ming Tu Di Zi waved him off casually, his eyes fixed straight on Ye Chen. His brilliant gaze shone like sharp swords, capable of cleaving one's primordial spirit, making it hard to meet directly.

"How about adding some stakes?" Ye Chen said with a smile.

"I'm all ears." Ming Tu Di Zi replied, already drawing his weapon—a crimson immortal sword forged from special immortal iron, etched with divine patterns. Its buzzing sword cries pierced eardrums, causing blood to seep from the ears of weaker cultivators and stabbing pain in their primordial spirits.

"If I win, tell me your mission here; if you win, my origin essence is yours."

Ye Chen laughed, summoning his Chaos Cauldron. The implication was clear: since you're showing your weapon, let's compare whose natal tool is more dominant—my cauldron is top-notch.

Indeed, the Chaos Cauldron lived up to it. Once it emerged from its small world, it hovered in the air, rumbling loudly with chaotic energy flowing out and chaotic principles wrapping around it. Escaping armor characters arranged themselves, evolving dao principles and manifesting visions, truly a divine artifact.

Tonight, the Chaos Cauldron was especially excited. It had been ages since it devoured a tool, and it had its eye on Ming Tu Di Zi's natal sword—that was prime material. Swallowing it would feel wonderful.

Zing! Zing!

Surprisingly, Ming Tu Di Zi's immortal sword trembled—not from excitement, but fear. As a tool itself, it possessed high spiritual intelligence and knew better than to face a terrifying artifact like this. In a one-on-one, it stood no chance against the Chaos Cauldron.

"Da Luo Divine Iron."

Ming Tu Di Zi raised an eyebrow, recognizing the cauldron's material. But more importantly, its aura and dao essence were extraordinary. Even his own natal tool feared it, proving everything.

"Let me swallow your sword!"

The Chaos Cauldron rumbled, chuckling.

"Oh? It can talk?"

Lian Yu Di Zi, who hadn't gone far, suddenly turned back, eyeing Ye Chen's Chaos Cauldron with gleaming eyes. This was his first time seeing a quasi-emperor weapon that could speak—its spiritual intelligence must have reached nirvana!

Not just him, Ming Tu Di Zi looked equally astonished. No wonder it was so powerful—it had awakened spiritual intelligence. And its way of speaking was just like its owner's.

"Good stuff." Nearby, Huang Quan Di Zi stroked his chin and glanced at Wang Chuan Di Nu. "How about we gang up on him?"

"I'm the daughter of a great emperor—I have some dignity," Wang Chuan Di Nu said earnestly. "A young emperor ganging up? Have you lost your mind?"

Huang Quan Di Zi coughed awkwardly, suddenly feeling refreshed and enlightened by her retort.

"It can talk? A tool that can talk?"

"The Saint Body's natal cauldron is truly exceptional—it's achieved divine intelligence. Even emperor tools can't do that!"

"Not only can it talk, it has the same cheeky style as Ye Chen."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, their gazes toward the Chaos Cauldron shifting. Ye Chen was a once-in-a-millennium talent, and this cauldron was a once-in-a-millennium divine artifact!

"From now on, I need to hide my treasures well." Kui Niu said meaningfully. In the past, he only had to watch out for Ye Chen; now, he had to watch this cauldron too—it was even more unscrupulous than its owner.

"Exactly." Xiao Yuan Huang added, quickly stashing his iron staff into his small world. That cauldron dared swallow anything—even an emperor tool wouldn't be safe from its tricks.

"Boss, I want to eat his sword."

Amid the chatter, the Chaos Cauldron spoke again, sidling up to Ye Chen and rubbing against him like a coy spouse flirting with their partner.

Well, now! This action delighted the onlookers even more. The cauldron had truly become refined—not only could it talk, it could act coy. It was a good thing it was with Ye Chen; if it were anyone else, that rub could send them flying into space.

"Easy enough." Ye Chen laughed, also eyeing Ming Tu Di Zi's natal sword. The cauldron coveted it, and so did he—it was forged from priceless special immortal iron.

Ming Tu Di Zi coughed and promptly put away his natal sword, as if to say: We can fight, but let's keep the tools out of it, especially your cauldron—it's annoying.

"What do you think of my bet?" Ye Chen asked with a smile.

"Not much." Ming Tu Di Zi shook his head. "You're a Saint Body, and I know I can't beat you. Adding stakes when I know I'll lose? That would be kicking my own brain with a donkey's hoof."

Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh at that. So you know you can't win—then why bother fighting? You're not the one who got donkey-kicked; you got donkey-stomped!

Laughing, Ye Chen turned to leave. He had fought Lian Yu Di Zi to vent for his brothers, but this one wasn't worth the effort. He'd rather use the time to hunt for treasures—or rather, the mysterious Saint Body.

"Don't go yet!" Ming Tu Di Zi called out.

"I'm busy." Ye Chen replied over his shoulder, waving a hand.

"One hundred rounds—if I lose in one hundred rounds, I'll honor your bet." Ming Tu Di Zi added, his eyes full of hope, afraid Ye Chen might slip away in a blink. The Saint Body coveted his sword, but he equally coveted the Saint Body's origin essence.

More than that, battling a young emperor of Ye Chen's caliber was great for tempering his mindset. Under immense pressure, he might achieve a nirvana transformation.

"Alright then!" Ye Chen stopped and turned back with a flourish.

"Get your origin essence ready." Ming Tu Di Zi grinned, like a playful kid, his smile bright, especially his pearly white teeth.

"Wang Tian, if your people are asking for a beating, don't blame this junior."

Ye Chen stretched his neck comfortably. If Ming Tu Di Zi was smiling happily, then Ye Chen was grinning even wider. Did you really think a hundred rounds are needed to beat you? Do you take the Ancient Saint Body as a joke?