Chapter 2642: Slaying the Nine Immortal Venerables

Boom! Rumble!

Even though Tianqing had left, Huashan's main peak still vibrated violently. Di Yu's rage had shaken the entire Huashan, causing its various peaks to tremble and the secretly linked array patterns to become exceptionally unstable.

Huashan's elders and disciples were all perplexed, unsure why Di Yu was so agitated. They could feel its fury deeply, sensing that wrath, which made their hearts tremble involuntarily.

Huashan Zhenren withdrew his gaze from the main peak and looked at the Huan Tian Water Curtain. The city walls in the southeast, northwest, and other directions were all engulfed in fierce battles, except for the eastern wall. The bloody warfare was a vivid, piercing red.

"Continue to reinforce the northern city wall."

Di Yuan Zhenren's voice rang out firmly. Although usually unreliable, he was completely serious in battle. As they observed, the northern wall was under the most pressure, having been breached several times by the Heavenly Court forces.

Without needing his orders, Huashan's standing army was already rushing to the front lines, with elders and disciples alike donning armor and brimming with fighting spirit.

Under their watchful eyes, Tianqing had already arrived at the city wall.

Then, everyone's gazes collectively froze in shock. Female elders, like Huashan fairies, covered their half-open mouths with their jade-like hands, their expressions extremely stunned.

It wasn't hard to see why—they were simply astounded by how incredibly powerful Tianqing was. The moment he arrived, he plunged straight into the Heavenly Court army, taking on the nine great Xian Zun single-handedly and even gaining the upper hand.

"Who the hell is that guy?"

The Huashan soldiers on the city wall swallowed hard, staring in a daze at the white-haired young man. He was overwhelmingly formidable!

"Does our Huashan have someone like that?"

The eighth hall master and seventh hall master exchanged glances, their expressions strangely puzzled. They didn't know who he was, only that in the midst of the intense battle, he had suddenly charged in without a word and started fighting alone.

"He's Ye Chen's master."

The newly arrived reinforcing elders chimed in one after another. The Huashan soldiers on the city wall were all astonished—they knew Ye Chen was extraordinarily talented and powerful, but this was their first time seeing his master. He was truly a peerless powerhouse, the only one capable of mentoring someone like Ye Chen.

"I told you, he's incredibly fierce."

The newly arrived elders sighed in admiration, drawing their immortal swords but not immediately joining the fight. Instead, they all craned their necks to watch Tianqing unleash his divine might.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

In the void outside the city, the rumbling shook the heavens.

The divine general fought alone against the nine great Xian Zun of the Heavenly Court, dominating both sky and earth. He was like an unparalleled immortal king, and every strike he made left an Xian Zun bathed in blood. Even with their combined efforts, the nine couldn't withstand his assaults, staining the vast sky with their blood.

"Huashan actually hides such a powerful expert."

The nine great Xian Zun looked extremely grim, their hearts filled with profound shock. The strength of this white-haired young man far exceeded their expectations.

It was one surprise after another—first the Shura Tianzun, then Ye Chen, and now this white-haired immortal king. Each one was extraordinarily fierce. Where did Huashan get so many prodigies? Or was the world of scattered immortals full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, with masters they knew nothing about?

"Fighting nine Xian Zun alone—how domineering."

The heavenly soldiers and generals were also gazing up, their hearts pounding with fear. They had momentarily forgotten their assault. To take on nine great Xian Zun single-handedly with such prowess was rare even in the heavens, yet they'd never heard of this figure before. His power was enough to make hearts tremble.

"Quick, quick, quick."

The two hall masters on the city wall urged their forces. This was a rare chance to catch their breath—they had to seize it and repair the city wall as quickly as possible, for the upcoming battles would be even more brutal.

Boom! Rumble!

The massive chaos outside the city grew even more intense, with visions of extinction manifesting, lightning flashing and thunder roaring. Every collision sent terrifying shockwaves rippling out, reducing countless heavenly soldiers and generals to ashes and blood mist.

"Retreat."

The Xian Jun issued the command, and the heavenly soldiers and generals scattered in all directions. The battle's fluctuations were too overwhelming; even the residual force was unbearable. Those who got too close were already on their way to the underworld, grumbling all the while.

Thus, that stretch of heaven and earth became a vacuum zone, spanning over a hundred thousand zhang. It turned into a forbidden area for the heavenly soldiers and generals—anyone who dared enter had to prepare for the backlash. Even the Xian Jun didn't dare approach.

"With such combat prowess, you must be no ordinary unknown figure."

The first Xian Zun spoke calmly, though his hands were far from idle, sending a palm strike that covered the sky and pressed down from above.

"You have no right to know."

Tianqing's expression was indifferent; he didn't even glance over. With one hand, he summoned a brilliant galaxy that shattered the palm seal and sent the first Xian Zun flying, his divine body nearly exploding.

"Arrogant."

The second Xian Zun charged in, slamming down a palm engraved with array patterns. It expanded infinitely in the void, forming a sealing formation that trapped the divine general.

However, strong as the formation was, it was like mere decoration before the divine general. It had barely formed when he stepped out effortlessly and struck the second Xian Zun with a palm, sending him spitting blood and tumbling through the air, collapsing swaths of void.

"Exterminate."

The third and fourth Xian Zun attacked from left and right—one wielding an immortal sword, the other a divine blade. One unleashed a sword light, the other a blade aura, cleaving through heaven and earth and splitting the cosmos.

The divine general shifted with a great teleportation step, dodging the sword. With a finger of divine light, he pierced the third Xian Zun's chest, then flipped his hand to strike down the fourth Xian Zun. The fifth and sixth Xian Zun, who had just arrived, hadn't even attacked before he swept them away with a palm. The seventh and eighth Xian Zun fared no better, swallowed by a vast immortal sea he summoned, emerging covered in blood and bones.

The most tragic was the ninth Xian Zun—his attacks were fierce but missed their mark, leaving him severely wounded in his primordial spirit by the divine general. As he regained his senses, the divine general's foot descended from the heavens, stomping him into a puddle of bloody mud.

At this point, all nine great Xian Zun were defeated—some soaring chaotically through the air, others plummeting to the ground. In that sky, only Tianqing remained, his white hair fluttering like an eternal monument standing at the end of time.

In that instant, the world fell silent. The Huashan soldiers watched from the front, and the Heavenly Court army watched as well. Many stood with mouths agape, speechless for a long time.

What should have been a raging war became eerily quiet, more oppressive than the thunderous booms. You could even hear hearts pounding.

"I don't believe it."

The silence was finally broken by a roar. The first Xian Zun returned from the heavens, his hair disheveled and surging with overwhelming killing intent. His once wise and profound eyes were now streaked with blood vessels, dyed a bloody red as if about to spray blood.

"I don't believe it."

The other Xian Zun also bellowed in fury. Being defeated by one against nine—was this how exalted Xian Zun should end up? They were all consumed by rage.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battle erupted again. One peerless divine general and eight great Xian Zun of the Heavenly Court shot like nine divine lights into the vast void. Amid lightning and thunder, terrifying visions intertwined—suns collapsing, stars extinguishing, and destructive immortal lights crisscrossing. No one could see the figures clearly anymore, only hearing the endless rumbles, like funeral bells from hell shaking souls.

The battle paused, and whether from Huashan or the Heavenly Court, all looked up. No figures were visible, only the collapsing sky and chaotic void—a true forbidden zone for ultimate combat.

"He's too strong."

The seventh hall master of Huashan sighed in amazement, his vision sharper as if he could glimpse the battle above the clouds. That white-haired young man was hammering the eight great Xian Zun of the Heavenly Court one by one, leaving them unable to lift their heads.

"Capable of mentoring a prodigy like Ye Chen, he's no ordinary master."

The eighth hall master grinned, also a peak quasi-emperor, but before Tianqing, he felt like he was just playing around.

"Where did this expert come from? We've never heard of him."

The Xian Jun of the Heavenly Court furrowed their brows, scrutinizing but unable to trace Tianqing's origins. He looked somewhat familiar, identical to a minor star lord in their Heavenly Court, but that star lord was merely a small Saint King. Clearly, the two had no connection.

Under everyone's gaze, the first Xian Zun fell, accompanied by a shower of blood rain, like a meteor crashing down from the clouds. The other seven great Xian Zun followed, each like a dimmed meteor, losing their immortal glow as they plummeted.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Then came these sounds. The vast earth was smashed into eight enormous craters by the eight great Xian Zun, shaking the city walls with tremors.

"Did he win?"

"Of course he did!"

"How dominant!"

In mere moments, the Huashan soldiers raised their weapons, roaring hoarsely. Defeating nine great Xian Zun single-handedly was incredibly morale-boosting.

"How is that possible?"

The Xian Jun of the Heavenly Court rushed to the eight craters, seeing only eight bloodied figures—mere bodies, as their primordial spirits and true forms had been utterly destroyed, their souls scattered.

At that moment, these nine great Xian Zun were likely on the road to the underworld, hands in pockets and heads down, trudging along dejectedly. The defiant ones had finally learned their lesson, heading straight for Meng Po's soup.

Looking up at the clouds, the first divine general stood gracefully, enveloped in immortal light, like an unparalleled immortal king overlooking the world. Or like a blazing sun, radiating countless rays that forced all to avert their eyes.

He was still that divine general, the strongest under the Emperor's command, who had followed the Emperor in conquests and created myths across the realms. Even in the heavens, he upheld that glory, never tarnishing the Emperor's name from beginning to end.

"Kill! Annihilate him for me!"

The Xian Jun of the Heavenly Court roared, all pointing their swords toward the sky.

With the order, countless slaughter formations activated simultaneously, unleashing beams of extermination. Even more terrifying divine artifacts soared upward, launching unmatched attacks.

Tianqing ignored it all, stepping through space and time to evade the barrage of kills. He crossed the void and landed on the city wall, standing like a statue, his expression as indifferent as ever, gazing coldly at the Heavenly Court army outside.

Having slain the nine great Xian Zun, he had achieved his goal—the intimidation was complete. Warfare of the body was secondary; warfare of the mind was paramount. If they wanted to fight on, let them come to the city wall.

It had to be said, his intimidation worked well.

Though the heavenly soldiers and generals were numerous, none dared attack the city—at least not for now. They needed time to regroup. That guy was freakishly strong; even nine great Xian Zun together had been slain one by one. What chance did these small fries have? Rushing in would just make them cannon fodder, not even enough for one sweep of his palm.

"Interesting."

On the eastern city wall, Shura Tianzun sighed, holding a Xuan Ji Mirror that displayed the scene from the northern wall. He had watched Tianqing single-handedly eliminate the nine great Xian Zun. Who would have thought the former minor star lord could become so powerful, strong enough to make even him feel uneasy—utterly dominating.

"Tianzun, is he really Ye Chen's master?"

The sixth hall master approached, tentatively glancing at Shura Tianzun. If the Tianzun had seen it, so had he.

"Heaven only knows."

Shura Tianzun put away the Xuan Ji Mirror, stroking his chin as he looked toward the city outside and the Heavenly Court army. He wondered if he should find a few Xian Zun and send them on a stroll to the underworld as well.