Chapter 2595: A Good Stick

"Such powerful Di Yun?"

The crowd was astonished, staring at the illusory armor covering Ye Chen. Their eyes shone with insight. They could all recognize it: the essence of the emperor's path, incredibly pure and majestic, forming an impenetrable armor.

To harm Ye Chen, they would first have to break through this armor.

"What's going on? After borrowing the law once, he actually gained Di Yun."

"His aura is also much more obscure than before, containing a mysterious power within his body."

"What did he experience in that half hour?"

Whispers filled the air from all sides, with countless people puzzled and even more shocked. Ye Chen's return brought one surprise after another.

Not just them — the four great Xian Zun had flashes of light in their eyes, marveling at Ye Chen's Di Yun and finding him increasingly unfathomable. From him, they sensed a heart-pounding aura, as if a primordial beast lay dormant inside him, sleeping for now, but once awakened, it would shake the eight desolate regions.

"How strange."

Xu Mie Xian Zun murmured to himself, his curiosity about Ye Chen growing even stronger.

The other three Xian Zun felt the same. Reflecting on the myths Ye Chen had created along his path, they now saw him shrouded in mystery from head to toe, concealing countless secrets.

This future leader of Hua Shan from the lower realms was truly extraordinary.

"Good stuff."

Yin Ming's lips curved into a smile, his gaze on Ye Chen openly filled with fiery greed, coveting Ye Chen's Di Yun, his Dao scriptures, the emperor's path divine elixir, and the Dinghai God Needle.

In his eyes, Ye Chen had become a natural treasure trove.

"Capture him alive for me."

Yin Ming chuckled lightly, speaking casually.

At his command, the heavenly soldiers and generals did not move, but Dao Mie Zun did.

He stepped across the vast universe, surging with overwhelming momentum, his presence commanding. He was growing impatient and ready to use heavy force to quickly suppress Ye Chen so he could find a place to cultivate in peace.

His movement was ghostly and unpredictable, impossible for ordinary people to track.

By the time anyone saw his form again, he was already in front of Ye Chen, extending a withered palm with seal god patterns etched on his five fingers.

Ye Chen sneered and swung his stick.

Then, everyone — the spectators, the heavenly soldiers and generals, the three great Xian Zun, Dan Shen, and even Yin Ming — in unison tilted their heads up, their eyes shifting left and right as they watched Dao Mie Xian Zun fly out like a streak of light, tracing a brilliant and domineering arc through the void.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

What followed was a series of thunderous crashes.

One mountain after another collapsed as Dao Mie Xian Zun smashed into them, sending people standing on the peaks flying in all directions. Those with weaker cultivation either had their bodies destroyed or their spirits obliterated, turning into waves of blood mist.

"This... this..."

The heavenly soldiers and generals looked stunned, many dropping the immortal swords in their hands without realizing it.

That was Dao Mie Xian Zun! A genuine peak level quasi-emperor, and not just any — he had fought alongside the Jade Emperor in the heavenly realm, earning great merits and a legendary reputation.

Yet now, he had been sent flying by a single stick from a quasi-emperor at the first level. How could they believe it?

"This is too strong."

The onlookers' expressions were equally dramatic, having watched Dao Mie Xian Zun charge in, only to be knocked away in an instant.

"How is that possible?"

The three great Xian Zun furrowed their brows, knowing Ye Chen was no weakling, but this level of power was terrifying. Being eight minor realms below and still sending a peak quasi-emperor flying with one strike completely upended their worldview.

Even Yin Ming stared into the distance, stunned for a couple of seconds, his face full of disbelief.

Is this guy using some god-level cheat? When did my heavenly court's Xian Zun become so fragile?

"Where did that power come from?"

Dan Shen narrowed his blood-red eyes into slits, startled to the core. He knew how strong Dao Mie Xian Zun was, so seeing him knocked away like this felt utterly unreal. If he had charged in himself, he probably wouldn't fare any better against Ye Chen.

"Good stick."

Ye Chen blew on the stick and casually wiped it with his sleeve.

After felling an Xian Zun with one strike, he acted as if nothing had happened.

"What a guy."

Si Ming, Tai Yi, and Tai Bai all clicked their tongues in amazement, shocked to the point of nearly losing their composure.

"What a domineering divine weapon."

Shura Tian Zun murmured, his eyes fixed on the stick in Ye Chen's hand.

It wasn't the previous Dinghai God Needle; it was some other transformed artifact, far superior in strength.

What Ye Chen had borrowed wasn't just Di Yun — it was mostly this divine weapon.

Beyond that, the power within Ye Chen's body was extraordinarily vast, vast enough to make even Shura Tian Zun shudder. There was a subtle, elusive force about it, mysterious and terrifying.

As he said, the stick in Ye Chen's hand wasn't the Dinghai God Needle but the Emperor Sword Xuanyuan, merely changed in form and concealed by the power of the heavens.

Though its shape had altered, its might remained the same.

As for the power inside him, it was a gift from the quasi-emperors of Da Chu, like that of creation — truly profound and deceptive.

"Impossible, this is impossible."

Dao Mie Xian Zun roared as he returned through the sky, his previously immortal demeanor now disheveled, his snow-white hair flying wildly, his eyes blazing with ferocity. He couldn't accept this reality.

Even though he hadn't used his full strength, the defeat was too straightforward.

"You deserve to die."

With a furious howl, Dao Mie Xian Zun attacked again, unleashing his peak power. He brought down a palm that covered the sky, ancient seal scripts flowing in its center, its destructive force like that of world-ending cataclysm, collapsing the entire heavens.

Whenever such an attack came, Ye Chen would raise his stick, propping it up like a pillar holding the sky.

Pfft!

The massive palm print was pierced straight through by his stick.

Dao Mie Xian Zun was also struck, staggering back a step as fresh blood rained down, staining the skies.

"This is too strange. Let's suppress him together."

The three great Xian Zun charged in upon seeing this, surrounding Ye Chen from all directions and unleashing their emperor's path immortal techniques.

"Four against one, you cowards."

Ye Chen snorted coldly, his words sharp and unyielding. He showed no fear, gripping his iron stick and swinging wildly, breaking through all laws with a single strike.

Being cursed as a quasi-emperor at the first level, the four great Xian Zun's faces flushed red with anger, their attacks growing even more ferocious as none held back.

A freak like Ye Chen had to be beaten to death.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The thunderous booms shook the nine heavens. In this four-on-one brawl, the sky shattered and the earth crumbled, with silent immortal lights streaking everywhere, casting an apocalyptic glow. Various profound visions intertwined, turning that patch of heaven and earth into utter chaos, so perilous that even Xian Jun dared not step in.

"Retreat."

The heavenly soldiers and generals pulled back en masse, that area now a forbidden zone. The spectators on the mountain peaks felt their souls tremble, ready to flee at any moment.

They knew Ye Chen's style — wherever there were crowds, he'd head there. If the fight shifted, they could be caught in it.

One man against four great Xian Zun — utterly insane.

Everyone's eyes and expressions perfectly conveyed that sentiment.

What was even harder to accept was that Ye Chen was only at the quasi-emperor first level. If they were at the same realm, the four great Xian Zun wouldn't stand a chance.

"Your Majesty, please relocate."

In front of the jade carriage, Zi Yang Xian Jun urged hastily.

Though he said "relocate," he meant it for his own safety, fearing Ye Chen might turn the fight toward Yin Ming. As Yin Ming's direct subordinate, he'd have to charge in, and with his weak strength, he couldn't withstand even one blow from Ye Chen.

"Such a grand spectacle — how could I miss it?"

Yin Ming's lips curved with interest as he watched the scene unfold. As the ruler of the heavenly court, he exuded an air of unshakeable calm, without a trace of fear, standing at the end of the jade carriage and overlooking the world.

He was the king of the heavenly court, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers and generals here, and countless hidden experts in the shadows. What did he have to fear from a single Ye Chen?

Since becoming the heavenly court's ruler, this was the first time he felt this excited, his excitement bordering on madness. The stronger Ye Chen was, the more intense his emotions grew.

Because he would be the one to crush this heaven-defying prodigy.

In this contest, he would be the winner — not just winning, but winning spectacularly.

Pfft!

As he watched, Dao Mie Xian Zun spat blood again, struck by Ye Chen's stick.

Zheng!

Ji Mie Xian Zun's immortal sword rang out as he thrust forward, its power devastating, infused with destructive force that pierced through the universe.

Ye Chen sneered and instantly used Shifting Heavens and Earth, swapping positions with Dao Mie Xian Zun.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed as Dao Mie Xian Zun, who had just steadied himself, took the full sword strike. If not for his deep foundation, he would have been killed on the spot.

"Exterminate!"

Tian Mie Xian Zun snorted coldly, ascending to the ninth heaven and forming a seal with one hand, summoning a golden divine pillar that plummeted straight down, slamming Ye Chen back a step.

In that instant, Xu Mie Xian Zun attacked from behind, merging thousands of immortal techniques into a single finger, its power truly overbearing. Even with Ye Chen's Di Yun armor and ultimate Dao power enhancing it, his divine body was pierced.

The Xian Zun of the heavenly court, as peak quasi-emperors, were terrifying when unleashing their full strength, and their combat was formidable.

Get out!

Ye Chen swept his stick horizontally, sending Xu Mie Xian Zun flying, then flipped his palm to hurl Tian Mie Xian Zun away. Ji Mie Xian Zun, arriving late, fared no better, struck by a Ninefold Divine Calamity that damaged his spirit.

As for Dao Mie Xian Zun, he was the most pitiful, sent soaring into the sky by that stick.

Gulp!

The onlookers swallowed hard in secret.

Even with the four great Xian Zun teaming up and at full peak power, they couldn't take down Ye Chen. Instead, they were repeatedly injured.

"Good, very good."

Yin Ming's expression finally shifted, his amusement turning to a cold smile, his eyes flashing with killing intent. If even the four great Xian Zun couldn't handle him, Ye Chen's combat strength was stronger than he had anticipated, prompting a reevaluation.

"Kid, don't get carried away."

Shura Tian Zun warned, as if sensing the obscure auras hidden in the surrounding void — numerous, and not lacking Xian Zun level.

Without needing to be told, Ye Chen didn't pursue the four great Xian Zun further. Instead, he hefted his blood-stained iron stick and charged straight at Yin Ming.

He intended to leave, but first, he had to deal with that guy.

"Is he going to forcefully kill Yin Ming?"

"With the four great Xian Zun unable to stop him and such power, how could he not settle scores with Yin Ming?"

"Ye Chen has such audacity!"

The cultivators around trembled, many stepping off the mountains to ascend into the void, gazing into the distance for a clearer view, not wanting to miss the thrilling scene.

"Protect the emperor!"

"Protect the emperor!"

Zi Yang Xian Jun shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice the loudest.

Though he claimed to protect Yin Ming, it was really for himself. As long as Yin Ming was safe, so was he — he couldn't let Ye Chen reach them.

"Stop him!"

The heavenly soldiers and generals mobilized, knowing they were outmatched but charging forward anyway, a dark mass like an ocean blocking the path to the jade carriage.

"Anyone who blocks me dies."

Ye Chen's roar, amplified by the divine weapon's power, shattered the universe and exploded ranks of soldiers into pieces.

"Kill!"

The heavenly generals bellowed, pointing their swords at Ye Chen from afar.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

Hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals nocked their bows and loosed a volley of chilling divine arrows, the rain of arrows ringing out, their numbers enough to make one's scalp tingle — it was the heavenly court's grand attack formation, only used in full-scale war.

"You cowards."

Ye Chen sneered, charging like a divine ray without dodging, evading, or defending.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A series of metallic clashes erupted as arrow after arrow struck him, but none pierced his Di Yun armor's defense, only sparking bright flashes across his body. In his eyes, the heavenly court's attack formation was a laughable farce.

Thus, under the watchful eyes of all, he advanced through the millions of immortal arrows.

"Kill!"

The heavenly soldiers and generals roared, driving their war chariots that rumbled through the skies, with countless artifacts soaring up like stars, accompanied by various secret techniques, divine powers, and assault formations crashing down on Ye Chen en masse.

"Anyone who blocks me dies."

Ye Chen's thunderous shout echoed as he shot forward like a divine ray, swinging his stick to shatter an ancient war chariot, sending its soldiers tumbling and exploding into ash before they even hit the ground, their souls utterly scattered.

"Exterminate!"

The vast swarm of heavenly soldiers and generals surged like a tide, engulfing Ye Chen.

Get out!

Ye Chen snorted coldly, sweeping his stick across the eight directions and obliterating thousands of soldiers into dust.

Boom! Bang! Bang!

The scene that followed was extremely bloody. Ye Chen, wielding his iron stick like a war god, swung freely without any set style — every lift and swing meant a swath of heavenly soldiers and generals exploding.

He carved a bloody path through them.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were thrown into chaos by one man, like a sharp knife no one could halt.

"Is he a god?"

The people around stared in a daze, their hearts pounding with terror.

Though the heavenly soldiers were numerous, they fell in droves with every assault, leaving broken weapons, shattered artifacts, and wrecked chariots scattering through the air.

Behind Ye Chen lay a carpet of blood and bones.

He was like a cold reaper, mercilessly slaughtering lives, turning that blood-soaked battlefield into a hellish realm where wails overshadowed shouts, and the universe was drenched in crimson.

"Stop him! Stop him!"

As Ye Chen drew near, Zi Yang Xian Jun shouted even louder.

"Stop him! Stop him for me!"

The previously composed Yin Ming also began shouting, his face deathly pale as he stumbled back on the jade carriage, fear finally appearing in his eyes. In his view, that was no longer Ye Chen but a world-conquering demon god.

He was afraid — the ruler of the heavenly court was afraid.

Ye Chen was too strong, strong enough to terrify him. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers couldn't hold back one man — it was only a matter of time before he reached here.

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